[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-one-piece-dungeon-shop-scamming-garp-reward-eigh":3,"chapter-one-piece-dungeon-shop-scamming-garp-reward-eigh-one-piece-dungeon-shop-scamming-garp-reward-eigh-chapter-187":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},951145,1244,"Chapter 187: The Predators","one-piece-dungeon-shop-scamming-garp-reward-eigh-chapter-187",187,"\u003Cp>Want to read ahead? Join my Patreon for just $7 to get early access to all advance Chapters!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> Patreon.com\u002FNegativeTranslations\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>───────────────────────────\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chapter 187: The Predators\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fire Daimyo’s Estate, Golden Pavilion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no eternal gloom of the Land of Rain here, nor the sickening stench of blood from the border trenches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everywhere one looked, there was gold and splendor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smoke of premium agarwood rose in curls, swirling beneath a dome painted with celestial maidens, scenting the hall like a paradise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of dancers in revealing silks moved gracefully to the sound of flutes and strings, their fair skin glowing like ivory under the candlelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the center of the hall, upon a massive red sandalwood table, sat not a treatise on governance, but a detailed military map of the Shinobi world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The map was covered in pieces representing various forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Excellent!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A burst of laughter shattered the elegance of the music.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fire Daimyo En’ichi’s round face was flushed red. He held a glowing jade cup, his bloated body sinking into a soft fur-lined couch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seated across from him was not a Fire Country minister, but a lean, middle-aged man in a pale green silk robe and a tall crown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sleeve of that robe bore the crest of the Land of Wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While their soldiers were slaughtering one another at the border, the nobles of the two nations were drinking together in peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother Kazama, that ’lure the enemy deep’ move was played beautifully.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daimyo En’ichi pointed to a red ’X’ on the map at the Land of Rain border, his fat face shaking with laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My foolish Konoha subordinates actually poured three entire companies into that trap just to seize that so-called outpost.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wind Country noble, Duke Kazama, took an elegant sip of wine, a reserved smile on his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re too kind, Brother En’ichi. If you hadn’t ordered Konoha to slow their advance, my puppet brigade wouldn’t have had the chance to complete the encirclement.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duke Kazama casually grabbed a handful of gold dust and sprinkled it over the pieces representing Sunagakure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In this battle, Sunagakure lost two Jonin, but Konoha lost over three hundred Chunin and Genin. According to our wager...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his eyelids, looking at the Fire Daimyo with a knowing smirk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I win this round.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daimyo En’ichi waved it off dismissively, as if three hundred lives were nothing more than three hundred ants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know when I’ve lost! The emerald mine to the west is yours.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waitresses hurried forward to refill their wine. The Daimyo pulled a dancer into his lap, pouring wine over her collarbone before leaning down to lick it off, prompting a chorus of lewd laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"However, Brother Kazama.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Daimyo looked up, his eyes bleary with drink, pointing to the grey area in the center of the map—the Land of Rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That place has been noisy lately. I heard that old man Hanzo is getting restless?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duke Kazama scoffed disdainfully, picking up a piece of translucent sashimi with his chopsticks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A watchdog died, that’s all. We’ll just get a new one.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A bunch of ignorant peasants.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Daimyo let out a drunken burp, his eyes full of contempt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They think holding hostages will make us hesitate? I’ve already ordered Konoha to deploy. Such disobedient insects should simply be crushed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duke Kazama nodded, raising his glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Coincidentally, my Sunagakure forces are nearby as well. Why don’t we wager again?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh? On what?\" The Daimyo’s interest was piqued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"On... how many days those insects can hold out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duke Kazama held up three fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Three days. I bet Amegakure will be razed to the ground within three days. The stakes? How about that tea plantation in your southern border?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hahaha! Deal! I bet one day!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Daimyo pounded the table excitedly, shaking the map pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Konoha’s ’Sannin’ might not be there, but that Danzo is a ruthless one. Within a day, I want to hear that Amegakure has fallen!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two men laughed together, clinking their glasses heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crisp sound of crystal rang through the luxurious hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.....\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the Golden Pavilion, a sudden torrential rain began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It rarely rained this hard in the capital of the Land of Fire; it was as if the sorrow of the Land of Rain had been forcibly transported here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the shadows of the estate’s outer wall, four figures stood like ghosts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yahiko stared at the warm light emanating from the Golden Pavilion, listening to the laughter inside, his teeth gritting so hard they creaked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His nails dug deep into his palms, blood dripping into the mud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nagato’s Rinnegan, hidden by his long hair, flickered with a cold, ghostly light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Konan’s face was pale, her paper wet from the rain, yet it remained as sharp as a blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you hear it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragon’s voice was soft, masked by the rain, yet it reached their ears clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is the truth behind the ’peace’ you’ve been desperate to protect.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yahiko looked up, his eyes bloodshot, his voice trembling. \"They are... gambling?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gambling with lives.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragon turned, looking past the high wall at the palace that remained brightly lit despite the storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The shinobi at the front shed their blood and die to protect their country, while civilians lose their homes and starve to death.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And the men who started the war are here, drinking with the enemy nobility, using the lives of soldiers as tavern talk and bargaining chips.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This world is sick beyond measure.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bolt of lightning split the night sky, illuminating Dragon’s face, which was as cold as iron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yahiko, you asked me why I would go this far.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragon reached out, catching the cold rainwater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because on this rotten chessboard, the pieces can never win. Whether Konoha wins or Suna wins, the players will always be clinking their glasses in celebration.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The only way is to flip the table.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yahiko took a deep breath. The last of his hesitation vanished, replaced by an unprecedented resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thing called \"naivety\" died in that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Senior Matsu, give the order.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragon’s eyes sharpened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Two of the Twelve are at the main gate, four are at the outposts. Nagato, you handle the sensing and jam their barrier. Konan, cut off all communications.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yahiko, come with me through the front door.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’re going to give the Daimyo a ’special gift’.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.....\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Main Gate, Golden Pavilion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two elite Jonin, wearing \"Fire\" sashes, were guarding the entrance with bored expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As personal bodyguards to the Daimyo, the Guardian Shinobi Twelve held immense status and power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This shtty weather.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Jonin on the left complained, adjusting the sword at his waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s a party inside. I heard Duke Kazama brought a group of dancers from the Western Regions today...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could finish, a dark figure emerged from the rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The person wore a heavy black raincoat, a hood concealing most of their face. Their pace was steady and unhurried, yet they made no sound as they stepped through the puddles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Halt!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Jonin on the right immediately went on alert, shuriken sliding into his grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is the Daimyo’s Estate. Trespassers will be executed!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dark figure didn’t stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you deaf?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Jonin on the left roared, his chakra exploding as he lunged forward like lightning. His blade sliced through the storm, aimed squarely at the intruder’s neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a swift, lethal strike, capable of severing steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure merely tilted his body slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The movement was minimal, yet it perfectly avoided the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An instant later, a hand coated in a pitch-black sheen reached out without flourish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the Jonin could react, the hand clamped onto his throat like an iron vise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terrifying grip strength erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of a snapping neck was muffled by the rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elite Jonin couldn’t even scream; his body went limp instantly and was tossed aside like trash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining Jonin’s pupils shrunk in horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One move?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was a man of the Guardian Twelve!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t even seen the intruder weave a single sign!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Enemy att—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he tried to sound the alarm, the water on the ground rose unnaturally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless white slips of paper flew out from the rain like butterflies, instantly sealing his mouth and nose while binding his limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asphyxiation set in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He struggled in terror, only to find the seemingly fragile paper was as tough as steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pfft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A kunai pierced his heart with surgical precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yahiko stepped out from the shadows, pulling the blade free. Blood splashed across his young face, but he didn’t wipe it away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze was terrifyingly cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cleared.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Konan’s form solidified amidst the fluttering paper. She glanced at the corpses and whispered, \"Nagato has masked the barrier. They haven’t noticed inside.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragon stepped over the bodies toward the heavy golden doors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t push.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he raised his right fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black Armament Haki coiled around his knuckles, emitting a faint, dark-red glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"From this day forth, the landscape of the Shinobi world changes forever.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>───────────────────────────\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Support this fanfic by leaving positive reviews, comments, and Power Stones!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For advance Chapters, visit:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> Patreon.com\u002FNegativeTranslations\u003C\u002Fp>",1522,"2026-06-03T07:19:42.259Z","2026-06-03T07:19:48.351Z",1,"novelbin.me","f7f955b6923603e62d9a3ea50808c54b7a8eee5564c92ceef1f3c6a038dbb4d6","one-piece-dungeon-shop-scamming-garp-reward-eigh-chapter-188","one-piece-dungeon-shop-scamming-garp-reward-eigh-chapter-186",486,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fone-piece-dungeon-shop-scamming-garp-reward-eigh-cover.jpg"]