Chapter 22: The Players' Persecution (Three-in-One for VIP Membership...)
As dusk fell, R'lyeh was once again shrouded in torrential rain.
Luo and Vera huddled back to back under the coconut leaf canopy, the thick straw mats beneath them insulating them from the chill of the soil, and the windproof stove beside them radiating a comforting warmth.
Everything on the island was made by Violet herself; though simple, it was enough for the two children to survive.
Before joining the Don Quixote family, Luo had experienced a long period of wandering, and at least during that time, his living conditions were definitely not as good as they are now.
But Luo had trouble sleeping.
The space under the coconut leaf canopy wasn't large, but it was still enough for two kids in their early teens to sleep side by side without any problem.
Luo even specially built a "railing" between the two of them using tree branches.
Even so, Luo could still hear the even breathing behind him, as well as the sound of Vera turning over.
It's too peaceful, he meant, it's too peaceful.
The peace is almost unbelievable.
A difficult and painful journey to seek medical treatment, an escape from the pursuit of the Don Quixote family... Since arriving on this island, all that painful past seems to have been thrown into another world.
His only worry was whether it would rain again tomorrow, and whether Violet had enough hay stored up for rotation during the rainy season.
He and Violet even went to bed early so they could catch fireflies in the nearby woods before dawn the next day.
Luo looked at the burning charcoal in the windproof stove.
He is a vengeful man; he will not be corrupted by this false warmth.
He will live on with hatred in his heart.
"Luo, wake up, wake up quickly!"
I opened my eyes groggily and saw Vera's eyes, which were composed of darkness even purer than the dead of night.
Violet whispered, "Wake up, let's go catch fireflies."
Luo sat up expressionlessly, put his hat back on and straightened it, his face still bearing the marks from sleeping on the straw mat.
Violet handed him the insect net and lit the torch herself.
Vera: "The thought of not having to use these damn torches starting tomorrow makes my bug net thirsty!"
Luo looked at Vera with a complicated expression.
The two walked one after the other through the wet, muddy ground towards the grove of trees.
Violet: "Don't worry, I've transplanted the vines and berries that would respawn the snakes to another location."
Luo touched his arm; the humidity in the air was quite high, and his body, which had been warmed by the windproof stove, quickly cooled down after being moved away from the fire.
Luo: "Are you sure there are fireflies here?"
Violet: "Of course, I've seen her before, she's very beautiful."
She put her index finger to her lips to signal Luo to be quiet, and pulled him behind a tree.
Looking at the thin dress on Vera's body, Luo pursed his lips and stepped forward to shield her from the wind.
Luo: "Go to the back, your torch is hurting my eyes."
Violet and the torch that Luo had rejected exchanged a glance, then lowered their heads and murmured "Oh."
Luo: "...I don't mind, it's just that it's harder to find fireflies this way."
Vera nudged Luo's lower back to indicate that she understood.
The two stopped talking and just stared at the thicket of trees shrouded in darkness.
It began as a trembling, emerald-green dot, leaping among the branches like a falling, cold meteor. Then, more and more fireflies flew out of the bushes, dancing a sacrifice to the moonlight as dawn approached.
The two who had stumbled upon this grand feast for insects were momentarily stunned.
The torch in Violet's hand seemed to have been taken as a companion by the fireflies, and the ethereal ribbon of light formed by the fireflies flew toward the two of them, curiously surrounding them.
Luo raised his hand, and a firefly landed in his palm.
Luo: "You're right."
He looked at the starlight falling into his palm.
Luo: "It is indeed very beautiful."
Fireflies dancing in the night sky are beautiful, but they become even more beautiful when they are made into mining lamp caps and ship lights.
Violet took the boat lantern from Luo, wrapped it with straw rope around the branch sticking up at the bow of the boat, tugged it a couple of times to make sure it was secure, and then stood up and clapped her hands in satisfaction.
By the way, what's now moored next to R'lyeh is no longer the simple bamboo raft it used to be; it's now the Niohuru Armored Ship!
[Armored Ship (Bow Equipment: Ship Lantern; Stern Equipment: None): Consumes 6 Planks, 3 Straw Ropes, and 10 Shells]
[Description: A ship covered in seashells, combining defense and speed, with additional equipment slots at the bow and stern. The moment you step onto this sturdy vessel, you feel the world at your feet, waiting to be conquered. You possess unparalleled courage, and facing your enemies, all you need to do is shout out that one sentence—]
Vera: "Move the boat closer to me!!!"
Luo rolled his eyes at Vera, who was standing on the bow of the boat, holding a stone spear, and seemed to be up to something again.
Vera jumped off the boat with a bright smile on her face: "Now we can go boating at night, and the area we can explore will be greatly expanded."
Violet: "Once I make a propeller, I won't be afraid of the wind at sea."
Luo, who was practicing using the Surgery Fruit to clean the sand off the deck, was pulled by Vera's hand and run back to base.
Luo: "Hey!"
He watched as Vera opened one of the wooden boxes, peered inside, rummaged around for a bit, and then pulled out a gleaming gold nugget the size of her head.
Luo's pupils constricted.
Vera's pupils dilated: "What?! There are only three gold nuggets left?!"
Violet counted the gold nuggets she had consumed during this period on her fingers, and then sadly realized that she had indeed used up almost all the gold nuggets she had exchanged with the Fishman King.
Fortunately, she had alternative plans.
Watching Violet feed the blue-feathered seagull in the birdcage piece by piece the monster meat, Luo was a little worried that the unfortunate seagull might be poisoned to death by Violet.
Vera patted the cage: "Alright, hurry up and lay eggs for me!"
After finishing the monster's meat, the seagull glared at Vera and let out a mocking cackle. But the next second, the seagull seemed to be electrocuted, its feathers bristling, pacing restlessly back and forth in its cage. After letting out a shrill cry, large eggs fell directly onto the straw mat below the cage.
Violet cheered and picked them up one by one. Luo walked to the birdcage and frowned as he looked at the seagull standing on the cage pole, covering its head with its wings.
Luo untied the cage, grabbed the seagull, turned it upside down, and parted the feathers on its belly to check.
...It's a male bird.
Why do male birds lay eggs?
Is this also one of Violet's abilities? Luo put the unfortunate seagull, who had begun to doubt the meaning of life, back into the cage, and looked at Violet with a hint of fear that he himself did not realize.
Luo's voice was hoarse: "Why, does it lay eggs?"
Violet: "Oh, because I fed it meat."
If birds in cages are fed crops grown in farmland, they will consistently produce seeds of that crop; if they are fed meat, they will lay eggs.
Bird eggs can be used to exchange for gold nuggets with the Fishman King.
Looking at the great contributor in the birdcage, Violet said, "Shouldn't we give it a name as a reward? After all, we'll need it a lot in the future."
Basic tools are made of flint, but flint is a non-renewable resource. On the other hand, advanced tools made of gold not only have high durability, but gold is also a resource that can be produced stably.
Luo looked at the male seagull that seemed to want to suffocate itself with its wings.
Luo: "What's your name?"
Violet: "Hmm... Lightning?"
Violet: "That sounds really powerful and terrifying." Lightning is a terrifying natural disaster in the game Don't Starve that can be compared to wildfire. You know, players can do without anything else in their base, but lightning rods and snowball launchers are essential.
Luo: "...Then why not call it a typhoon?" As a local resident, Luo has a deeper understanding of natural disasters such as typhoons and tsunamis.
Vera thought for a moment: "No, it sounds like he has a small head and poor eyesight."
Luo: ...
I couldn't understand what they were saying at all.
Luo hung the wooden board with the word "lightning" carved on it with a dagger next to the cage. Turning his head, he saw Violet polishing the stone on her spear.
Violet: "I'll go see if there's any swampy land nearby, and farm some tentacle skins."
To exchange bird eggs for gold, you must first support a Murloc King on the island. To support a Murloc King, you must first summon a Murloc. To summon a Murloc, you must first build a [Murloc Fortress]. To build a [Murloc Fortress], you must first have Tentacle Skin.
One link leads to another.
Luo stood up: "I'll go with you."
Violet: "What? You're not an NPC stationed on the island?"
Luo: "I don't understand what you're saying, but don't even think about leaving me behind."
Violet was happy to have gained an extra fighting member. She put two servings of grilled seaweed and two servings of clam soup into her backpack and handed Luo a spear.
Violet magnanimously stretched out her hand: "Here you go, take it."
Luo refused to fight with such tools like a primitive man.
Violet: "Oh, it's normal that you don't appreciate the spear. After all, everyone has different strengths and preferences when it comes to weapons. I hope you find your destined weapon someday, you tasteless fellow."
The veins on Luo's forehead throbbed violently.
Violet attached the straw sail to the equipment rack at the stern and raised her spear: "Raise the sails, set sail!"
Whether it was bad luck or not, Violet couldn't find any swampy land even after landing on several small islands.
Violet viciously bit into the grilled seaweed, while Luo calmly held up Violet's parchment scroll and drank the steaming clam soup in one hand.
The islands of the Grand Line are divided into four types: Spring Island, Summer Island, Autumn Island, and Winter Island. This is common knowledge that even a six-year-old child can readily recall.
But the islands that Violet brought him to were clearly all in the same season, which, according to Violet, was [hurricane season].
...A season I've never heard of before, and the mysteries surrounding her are only increasing.
After replenishing her hunger, Violet rested her chin on her hand and said, "When are we finally going to find some swampy land?"
After memorizing the map, Luo returned it to Vera: "We'll find it eventually."
Violet perked up again: "You're right, let's spend the night on the ship."
As she spoke, she reached into her pockets and said, "Strange, I cleared out my inventory before we set off, so why is it almost full again?"
Luo Wuyu: "If you don't pluck every flower you pass by and stuff it into your pocket."
Vera: "Since we're already here, if we don't leave, what if we find we don't have enough materials one day and have to come back all over again..."
As Luo watched, Vera's voice grew softer and softer until she finally lowered her head and plucked at the grass in front of her: "That's how we players are. What kind of player are we if we don't collect things... I can't control myself."
A player without a collecting habit isn't a good farmer!
"I didn't say you couldn't take it... Let me take some for you."
"Luo!!!"
Luo raised his hand in alarm to stop Vera from lunging at him.
"Hey, you better calm down!"
——
Violet and Luo stood on the edge of the swamp.
Violet put down her backpack, raised her spear, and was about to rush inside when she was pulled back by an inexplicable huge force, causing her to stumble and almost fall flat on her face.
Vera: "Luo, what are you doing?"
Luo held the runaway player in one hand and pointed to the distant swamp with the other: "Is this the swamp land you're looking for?"
On the yellowish-green gelatinous soil, large and small bubbles were everywhere, bubbling and surging. After the large yellowish-green bubbles exploded, they emitted white smoke and terrible heat, while terrifying roars of beasts could be heard from time to time from beneath the smaller bubbles.
Mosquitoes the size of human heads flew around the black ditch, occasionally landing on suspicious rotting matter...
In an instant, the names of various terrible infectious diseases flashed through Luo's mind.
Violet: "Oh, mosquitoes."
Vera took an insect net out of her pocket and handed it to Luo: "You can catch a few if you like."
Luo: "Who would like something like this! No, wait, why do you even carry an insect net with you when you go out?!" He finally understood why Vera was always complaining about having nowhere to put her things!
Vera regretfully put away the insect net: "So you're afraid of mosquitoes? Don't worry, their attack power is only a pitiful 3."
Luo: "You... never mind, just stand here and wait for me for a while."
Luo ran towards the forest not far away. Vera waited curiously for a while, and then Luo came running back with a bunch of unknown flowers and plants in his hands.
He picked all the grass leaves and petals, rubbed them vigorously in his palm, and said, "Lower your head."
Violet, who was half a head taller than Luo, lowered her head so that Luo could apply the herbs to her exposed skin.
Vera raised her arm and sniffed curiously; a cool, minty scent entered her nostrils.
Vera: "Luo, you're really amazing! You can even make mosquito repellent!"
After applying the lotion to himself, Luo accepted Vera's admiring gaze without hesitation: "Just read more books."
Vera, who had never read a book in the game, awkwardly scratched her cheek.
Luo took out his dagger and walked into the swamp side by side with Violet. Violet headed straight for the suspicious little bubbles in the swamp.
brush--
A deep purple tentacle, thick at the bottom and thin at the top, emerged directly from the swamp. Scattered silver-white bone fragments of varying sizes grew on the surface of the tentacle, and sharp spikes were at the tip of the tentacle.
Swish—smack—
The tentacle straightened and swung around in a circle, followed by a whooshing sound. Looking at the tentacle, which was taller than him and Violet combined, Luo lowered his brows warily.
Violet: "Don't be greedy with your attacks, hit one and run!"
The sound of tentacles waving completely drowned out Violet's voice.
Luo: "What?!"
Violet rushed forward and stabbed the tentacle hard with her stone spear!
With a single, decisive strike, Violet took advantage of the moment when the tentacles were stunned and ran back without hesitation.
Snap—
Even with its tentacles stretched out, it couldn't reach the hem of Vera's clothes.
Luo realized what it meant, and his expression relaxed a bit as he looked at the tentacle. Although he hadn't been able to identify what kind of tentacle it was even after a moment of mental activity, the Grand Line was full of strange creatures.
Luo watched as Vera painstakingly dealt with the tentacle, one poke at a time. After the final blow, the tentacle seemed to have triggered some kind of survival skill, severing itself at the base and falling to the ground. After bouncing twice, it turned into two pieces of purple monster flesh.
Violet: "Damn it, the drop rate for tentacle skin is only 20%!"
Violet picked up the two pieces of monster meat and stuffed them into her backpack, then walked towards another bubble.
Luo stopped her: "Let me do this one."
Luo gripped his dagger as he watched the grotesque tentacles emerge from the swamp. Recalling Violet's attack frequency, he rushed forward and thrust his dagger forcefully at the tentacle. Just as the tentacle, in pain, tried to attack him, Luo nimbly dodged away.
During the final blow, Law looked at the falling tentacles but did not choose to run away. Instead, he stood still and raised his hand.
"ROOM".
A transparent hemisphere enveloped Luo and the tentacle. The dagger that Luo had been holding disappeared into thin air and reappeared at the base of the tentacle.
The tentacles cannot rise again.
Luo was panting heavily, his hands resting on his knees, cold sweat dripping from his forehead and soaking his collar.
This was his first attempt to use the power of the Op-Op Fruit to attack after eating it. Although a single blow almost exhausted all his energy, the effect was better than he had imagined.
Luo's eyes, which looked somewhat fierce due to the dark circles under them, curved into a cheerful smile as he raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his chin.
Violet: "It's tentacle skin!"
Violet happily ran over and picked up the slippery, scaly tentacle skin.
Vera: "Luo is so lucky!"
Looking at Vera's smile, Luo said, "Yes, you're pretty lucky."
He didn't die immediately after being shipwrecked at sea, but was instead swept by ocean currents to a remote island. The island's inhabitant was a kind and naive country girl who had never even heard of the name "D" or lead poisoning. She took him in and treated him...
His luck finally turned around.
Violet and Law wiped out all the tentacles in the swamp, harvesting a large amount of monster meat, tentacle skin, and two tentacle spikes.
The two returned to the island with a full load of monster meat, which filled the refrigerator. Standing in front of the refrigerator, Luo looked at the overflowing food and felt a strange sense of accomplishment fill his chest.
Strange, it feels like some incredible attribute has been awakened.
Luo shook his head and looked at Vera, who was studying the blueprint.
Luo: "Can this thing summon fishmen after it's made?"
Fish-men are quite mysterious to most people in the world, and at least Luo is very curious about them—both their bodies and their technology.
...That's fish-man technology, right? Fish-men actually have this kind of remote teleportation ability?
Violet nodded repeatedly without looking up from the blueprint. She walked to the edge of the grove of trees, placed the materials needed to build the [Fishman Fortress] beside her, and began to build it according to the blueprint.
Luo stood curiously to the side, arms crossed, watching the simple structure gradually take shape, made of grayish-white dried tree trunks and planks. Tentacle skins, like flags flaunting military power, were filled into the holes of the dead wood along with stone spears.
Violet chanted the summoning incantation: "Marimarihong, I choose you! Come forth, my Pikachu!"
Namu walked out of there, looking blankly at the two little devils in front of him and the completely unfamiliar island.
Namuel emptied his glass and calmed himself for two seconds.
"Where am I? Is this still the Moby Dick?"
Half an hour ago.
Having obtained the necessary information from Fishman Island, Namur returned to Moby Dick. When he boarded the ship, a banquet was being held on board, with Whitebeard Edward Newgate and several squad leaders drinking together.
Marco's words of advice to his father to drink less, and his father's rebuttal that there was no pirate banquet without alcohol, carried on the wind. The lively scene brought a satisfied smile to Namur's face.
Namuel walked among his brothers, and someone handed him a cup of wine.
No one wanted to interrupt the banquet. Thinking about the good news he had received on Fishman Island, Miu simply picked up his wine glass and drank it down in large gulps, planning to report back to his father the next day.
Marco, noticing Namur's return, raised his glass and nodded to him from afar.
This time, Namuel drank with even more peace of mind.
Halfway through the drink, Namur got up to go to the bathroom to take care of his business. Only after closing the door did he realize that he had been holding a wine glass the whole time.
Pirates are all unconventional. Miu muttered something, put the wine glass outside, finished his business, picked up the glass, and walked out the door.
Namur, who was being watched by Vil and Luo: "..."
He turned around blankly, looking at the simple, hollow white tree trunk.
Namuel: "...I'm drunk?" That can't be right, he's not that bad at drinking.
With his arms crossed, Luo gave Violet a cool look: "Is this the Pikachu you summoned?"
The light blue, matte-textured skin, the three symmetrical, snow-white shark teeth on each side, and the scarlet gills on the cheeks all testify to the species of the visitor.
Luo looked at Violet's ears and thought that this guy was more like the stereotypical fishman than Violet.
Namur: "What Pikachu? I am the 8th Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates. Who are you two?"
The Whitebeard Pirates!
The king of the seas, a powerful figure of the same era as the Pirate King Roger, the strongest man in the world!
Even a three-year-old knows what this title means.
Luo stepped forward and blocked Vera's path.
Namur squinted at Vera's ears: "You are... a merman?"
A dangerous aura emanated from this great pirate.
Namuel: "Explain this properly to the little ones, what exactly is going on?"
On the Moby Dick, the observant Marco noticed that Namur had been in the restroom for over half an hour. Everyone was drinking heavily at the banquet, and restrooms were in short supply; some of the men were already pacing back and forth outside in agony.
This is the Moby Dick; no one can break through the encirclement of the squad leader and the old man and harm them. Marco doesn't think Namur will be in any danger in the bathroom.
He's drunk and asleep on the toilet?
Marco could already picture Namuel being ridiculed for the next month.
The reliable captain of the First Division, who had also drunk quite a bit, stood up and knocked on the door amidst the accusing looks of his brothers waiting outside the bathroom.
Marco: "It's been more than half an hour, yoi. Muir, are you alright?"
No one responded.
Vista, the foil player standing nearby, said worriedly, "Won't he fall into the toilet and drown...?"
Marco: "...No, that Muir is a fish-man." He can breathe even if he falls into the toilet...No, stop, stop thinking about this.
Marco, his expression contorted, quickly stopped his wandering thoughts and began to hate his own vivid imagination.
Vista, who shared Marco's thoughts, awkwardly stroked his beard: "Anyway, let's hurry up and call Namur out."
Marco nodded and knocked on the door again.
Door:"……"
Vista: "...Use Observation Haki to check?"
Marco looked at Vista, who had given him the idea, with a deadpan expression. He didn't really want to know what his brother looked like in the bathroom.
The two stared at each other for a few seconds, and finally, Vista gave in first, closing his eyes as if he were ready to die.
Vista scanned the bathroom with his Observation Haki.
He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Marco in disbelief: "That Muir is gone!"
Marco kicked the door open, revealing the simple, unobstructed space—the bathroom was empty, and Muir's figure had completely disappeared.
Marco paused for a moment, even using his Observation Haki to probe the seawater below the Moby Dick, and after confirming that Namur was not drunk, he swam out down the toilet.
So, the current situation is that on the Moby Dick, amidst Father and all the division commanders, Namur, a living, breathing great pirate, has simply vanished?!
Bista rushed in excitedly, grabbed a plunger, and pulled hard on the toilet, trying to pull Namur out that way.
Bista: "...Namuel wasn't hiding inside."
Who would hide in the toilet?!
Marco took a deep breath.
"Enemy attack!"
"Everyone on alert!"
——
Namir sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at the two children in front of him.
The boy held the dagger and looked at him warily, his demeanor quite imposing. It was just a pity he was too young and didn't realize that in the face of an absolute difference in strength, submission was the best solution.
The girl… Namuel squinted at her fin-like ears and the scales on her cheek.
Namuel: "You are... mixed race?"
Fish-men and humans are not reproductively isolated; intermarriage is rare only due to the barriers between their species. However, even among sworn enemies, there are bound to be a few young people who disregard everything for love.
As a captain in the Whitebeard Pirates, Namur naturally understood that the human race was quite complex, with good people, bad people, and cold-hearted people... He wouldn't define someone based solely on their race.
But what Namur knew even more clearly was that in the current climate of mutual hatred between fish-men and humans, hybrids would only face double the discrimination from both sides.
Do the child's parents know this? Wait, where are the child's parents?!
Violet: "Parents? Players have parents?"
Violet checked her status panel again, and it was clear that the short introduction contained no information about the character's family relationships.
Vera: "...Hmm, I guess I'm an orphan?"
Namuel rubbed his face, then rubbed his face again, and the "8" tattoo on his neck moved slightly with his movements.
Out of concern for his fellow humans and cubs, Namur tried his best to be gentle: "What's your name?"
Violet: "My name is Violet, and this is my island, which is called R'lyeh!"
Namur: "Oh, Vera... wait, Vera?!"
Violet, isn't that the guy who gave Sachi the weird, healing-powered item before, and then suddenly disappeared?
He went back to Fishman Island and found that they had already established a good relationship with his hometown!
They were prepared to spend months or even a year searching for each other on the vast ocean, and then they just suddenly appeared in front of him?!
Namuel: "...You, hello Vera, I am Namuel."
Violet: "Namur, my loyal murloc guardian, I need your help!"
Namuel: "Huh? Uh, okay, you need..."
Violet: "Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny? The throne rotates among emperors, and this year it's my turn! A fish-man who doesn't want to be emperor isn't a good pirate!"
Violet: "I've decided to support you in becoming the King of the Fishmen!"
Namuel: "Okay...wait, no?!"
Namur realized something was wrong but it was too late to refuse, because Vera had already decided to crown him.
Today, Namur, the King of the Fishmen, has to do it whether he wants to or not!
[You have crafted a fake Murloc King's Throne, consuming 5 planks, 5 grass ropes, 20 kelp leaves, 5 tentacle hides, and 2 tentacle spikes.]
[Should we support the King of Murlocs?]
[[whether]
A new King of the Fishmen has been born!
[Namur (The False King of Murlocs)]
[Area of influence: R'lyeh, Subordinates: 1]
Vera: "Delicious food!"
Vera: "What? So I'm the only subordinate? Never mind then."
Sitting on a throne made of four wooden sticks and straw ropes, Namur, wearing a seaweed crown and a tentacle scepter, bared his shark teeth: "Hey, kids, what are you doing?!"
Namuel: "Let me go right now! Don't think I don't beat kids!"
Violet stopped Law from activating his Devil Fruit power, glanced up at Namur, and then quickly looked down again.
Violet: "You know, I left my parents when I was little, and now I only have you, and I can only be your subordinate. It's okay, it's okay if you don't want to be my Fishman King, I can find gold nuggets by scavenging through trash outside, and even if I get beaten up, I won't die, my health bar will recover on its own after a while, I'm already very happy to have lived this long..."
Luo Hei-si: "Are you serious? The other party is a ruthless and vicious pirate, a member of the Whitebeard Pirates. How could they possibly give in just because you act pitiful..."
Namür wiped away her tears: "Waaah, child, you've suffered so much all these years!"
All you want is a Fishman King, give it to her, give her everything!
Namuel's thought process went from "What is this brat doing?" to "Is this right? This isn't right... Is this right?" and finally to "What's wrong with fulfilling such a small wish of the child?"
Namur raised his chin and straightened the crown on his head: "I am the King of the Fishmen."
Vera: "Yay!"
Luo stared in disbelief: "You can actually do that?"
Violet handed the bird eggs to Namur: "Here are 20 bird eggs for you, and give me 20 gold nuggets."
Miu'er's pupils dilated. Even if it was her own child, this was too dark!
Namuel: "Ouch, what's poking me?"
When Namur pulled the gold nugget from under his buttocks, he was just as bewildered as King Neptune had been.
Namuel: "Huh? This... Ahhhhh!"
More than 20 gold nuggets appeared out of thin air from the cushion and attacked his weak points.
Namuel: "What kind of hidden weapon is this? How insidious!"
He looked at the mountain of gold nuggets in front of him and swallowed hard: "...How extravagant."
Pirates mark their territory by planting flags. Planting a flag means that the island is under their crew's protection. The crew will provide some protection to keep them safe from other pirates, and the island's inhabitants will give them money and treasures as a reward.
They're somewhat like an alternative version of the Celestial Empire and the World Government, but on the Grand Line, pirates are more reliable than the Marines who always seem to be late.
The Whitebeard Pirates, a behemoth of the same era as Roger, controlled numerous islands. However, given the Whitebeard Pirates' enormous size, supporting their crew and their families was no easy task.
Haven't you noticed that Marco's hair is thinning day by day?
I never expected that Violet would have the ability to turn bird eggs into gold nuggets. Marco will definitely like her.
Namur: "Little sister, would you like to spend a day with the Whitebeard Pirates?"
Luo felt disgusted. Could such a sharp voice be made by a great pirate?
Violet: "Not interested."
Namur: "...Why? Don't you want to see the legendary Whitebeard? Don't you want to see the Moby Dick? Don't you want to see the Phoenix and the Great Swordsman?"
Violet: "No."
Violet: "All I want to do now is farm."
Namur grumbled discontentedly, "How come everyone's following Hawkeye's bad example..."
Luo nudged Violet with his elbow: "Have you finished the deal? Are you going to leave him on the island? He's in the way."
Law secretly sneered. The Whitebeard Pirates, humph, no matter how amiable they seem, they're still dangerous. Before he could master the power of the Op-Op Fruit, Law believed it was necessary to keep all dangers away from R'lyeh.
Vera whispered back, "The deal's done, but what if we need it later?"
Luo squinted: "Then let's do it again. I'm not used to him being here."
Vera looked at Luo, and Luo squinted back at Vera, as if he absolutely needed an answer from her: between him and Muir, who would Vera choose?
Vera patted Luo on the shoulder: "I understand."
Namuel: "...What do you know?"
Violet: "Hey, we're having an awesome party on the island, guess who we didn't invite?"
Namur: It must be that human boy, he's standing tall and confident.
Vera: "It's you!"
Vera pointed to Namur.
Namuel: "Ah, me?"
Violet raised her hammer and smashed the [Fishman Fortress].
[The Murloc Fortress has been destroyed, and the summoned loyal Murloc warriors are about to disappear.]
[The False King of Murlocs is about to disappear]
Namuel: "Wait, no, wait a minute..."
Erkang's hand, Namuel, disappeared. Vera looked at Luo with a grin: "Luo, you're not jealous anymore, are you?"
Law: "Who's jealous? What nonsense are you spouting? I just think we can't let dangerous pirates appear on the island. We're just two kids. What if he has bad intentions? What if he secretly contacts the Whitebeard Pirates?"
Vera looked at the incessantly chattering Luo.
Luo shut up, glared at Violet, and turned to clean up the shattered merman fortress.
With her arms crossed behind her head, Vera strolled along behind Luo, saying, "Of course I'll choose you. Luo is different to me."
Luo stopped what he was doing, stood up straight, looked at Vera, and suddenly laughed.
Luo: "Really? How is it different?"
Violet: "..."
This feels like a life-or-death question.
Vera: "Are you my important OO creator?"
Luo: "Really?"
Vera hugged Luo's leg: "Of course, without Luo I wouldn't be able to build a farm and grow crops."
Vera: "Swallow, Swallow, don't go! How can I live without you?!"
Luo squinted: "Who is Yanzi? Have you picked up someone else's woman again?"
Vera: "Huh?"
Seeing Vera's bewildered and flustered expression, Luo broke down and laughed genuinely this time.
He pressed his fluffy, spotted hat down to cover his eyes.
Luo: "We should have enough gold nuggets. What are you planning to do?"
Violet: "Propeller."
Violet: "With a 50% increase in ship speed, we can go further, Ro."
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The atmosphere aboard the Moby Dick was unusually heavy.
The father's son, their brother, was kidnapped from the bathroom during their party without anyone's knowledge!
This is outrageous and shocking! I wonder if Miu'er even pulled up his pants when he was arrested!
Who did it? Even pirates have to have a code of honor!
The squad leaders stood solemnly beside Whitebeard Newgate, while their captain gripped Murakumogiri tightly, gazing at the churning sea in the distance.
Newgate: "Whoever dares to harm my family, I will never forgive them!"
That's natural. Everyone knows that the Whitebeard Pirates value their family the most, and no one can get away unscathed after harming Whitebeard's family.
Marco stepped forward with a serious expression: "Where should we go first, Kaido, Big Mom, or the Navy?"
There are only three forces that dare to attack the Whitebeard Pirates.
Newgate thought for two seconds: "Then..."
Bang!
The bathroom door was pushed open forcefully, and Namuer looked up, meeting the piercing gazes of his father and his brothers.
Namuel: "..."
Namuel: "...Hey everyone, is the banquet over?"
Marco looked at the seaweed crown on Namur's head and the strangely shaped scepter in his hand: "Everyone thought you had been captured and was preparing to avenge you."
Marco: "Where did you go?"
It seems things are really serious; Marco has even lost his verbal tic.
but……
Namur met his brothers' gazes, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
Do you think people would believe him if he said he went to the coronation ceremony on the side?
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Author's Note: Namuel: I'm now traumatized by going to the toilet alone [crying emoji]
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