Chapter 36: Points Sufficient, Return to the Village to Develop!

In the afternoon, a passenger ship set sail from the dock.

At the bow, Siano leaned against the railing, gazing at the capital of the Goa Kingdom gradually blurring in his vision.

From this angle, the cityscape was indeed magnificent and brilliant, like a heaven blessed by the gods; the title of the most beautiful nation in the East Blue was well deserved.

It was just that...

Siano shook his head.

He turned and walked toward his room in the cabin, his right hand spinning up and down as he toyed with an exquisite, small dagger.

This was the very dagger Ace had used to attack, only for Siano to kick it away with a single foot.

He had picked it up from the bushes while the two hot-blooded idiot brothers weren't paying attention.

He hadn't expected many points from it, but even a mosquito is meat; just like the night before leaving Shimotsuki Village, he hadn't forgotten to swipe Teacher Teacher Gengsilang's glasses either.

It wasn't that he'd forgotten to turn off auto-loot; mainly, it was for Sister Sister Guyina's own good.

This way, Teacher Teacher Gengsilang could personally experience the pain of his daughter being unable to see clearly, making getting glasses the highest-priority item on his schedule without any further delay.

Whoosh—

The dagger spun in circles and, before he knew it, suddenly vanished without a trace.

Siano looked at the system notification that had just appeared.

A pair of glasses plus this dagger had provided a total of 700 points; calculating thus, his remaining point balance should be 12,825.

However, the balance displayed on the panel was far greater than that number.

The reason, naturally, was—

【Sacrifice: Luffy's Straw Hat】

【Quality: Legendary】

【Value: 30,000 Points】

【Appraisal Comment: The straw hat of the Pirate King, Gol D. Roger, who personally gifted it to Red-Haired Shanks, who in turn gifted it to Luffy; it bears witness to the countless legendary adventures of three generations. 'Straw Hat' thereby became Luffy's nickname, while in the Holy Land Mary Geoise, Imu still preserves the giant straw hat of Joyboy. The continuation of the Will of D. may always instill fear in some.】

【Remaining Points: 43,025】

A full thirty thousand points!

That was fully twice as much as the points for Red-Haired's severed arm!

The total remaining points had even broken through the forty-thousand mark, making Siano feel utterly refreshed, a sense of security surging in his chest unlike anything he had ever felt before.

With so many points, even if he spent them recklessly from now on, they would last him a very long time.

He might not even need to replenish them until he grew up, came of age, and formally set out to sea.

Of course, no one ever complains about having too many points.

Siano planned that once the cooldown period ended next year, Arlong's threat was resolved, and he had no further worries, he would temporarily head out to sea to find Luffy again.

He wanted to see just how much the fake straw hat, worn for a whole year, would be worth.

He then looked at the trading column beside him.

It was now the twentieth day since he set out to sea, and the trading market had not yet refreshed.

Earlier, Siano had asked the captain of this passenger ship; the journey from the Goa Kingdom to Cocoyasi Village would take roughly ten days.

In other words, by the time he arrived home, it would be about time to purchase a new round of market items.

"Hope something useful shows up."

Siano's eyes shifted slightly, filled with anticipation for this.

Closing the system panel, he washed up briefly, then lay comfortably on the bed, intending to get a good sleep first.

He had been bustling about in the Colubo Mountains for the past few days, and before departing today, he had gone to the bank to withdraw money and arranged for a ship; both his body and spirit were already exhausted.

Before long, he fell into a deep sleep.

Time flew by.

In the blink of an eye, twelve days had passed.

On the second floor of the cabin, inside a spacious training room specially modified for the purpose, Siano was practicing alone one of the Six Styles: "Soru."

He was no longer the poor boy who had boarded Old Gato's merchant ship twenty days ago.

He had chartered half the passenger seats on this merchant vessel and spared no expense in the dining hall, naturally enjoying the highest VIP treatment.

For a small request like a training room, the captain didn't hesitate for a second, mobilizing the sailors to complete the modification within half a day.

On the south side of the training room, arranged in a row as per Siano's requirements, stood three short wooden posts.

The north side was the same.

In the corner stood a statue of Heracles, silently providing a threefold boost to physical technique cultivation efficiency.

Siano stood on the middle short wooden post on the south side, his eyes fixed intently on the corresponding post ten meters away on the north side.

In the next instant, he took a deep breath, slightly lifted his right leg, and tensed his arch.

"Soru!"

Hiss! The sound of cutting wind rang out; the moment the words left his lips, Siano's figure abruptly vanished from the spot without a trace.

When he reappeared, he was directly on the middle wooden post on the north side, but he hadn't landed steadily and stumbled, falling down.

"Very close!"

Siano stood up, no trace of disappointment or frustration in his eyes, only full of delight.

After all, only a little over ten days had passed since he began cultivating the Six Styles; the speed of progress could already be described as flying.

First, he had spent a few days completely mastering the force application technique of Soru, then spent another few days locking his reappearance position within a small margin of error.

And now, today.

This margin of error had finally, step by step, shrunk to a point that could almost be ignored.

In actual combat, this would allow him to instantly teleport to any precise landing spot while facing an enemy.

This point was crucial.

If not practiced well, it would be extremely awkward to teleport in real combat only to land squarely on the opponent's head.

Deviate slightly more, and his own chest would impale itself on the opponent's sword edge, which would be even more disastrous.

"Has it already been judged as Entry Level?"

Siano glanced at the skill column on his system panel and nodded in satisfaction.

After reaching Entry Level, he no longer needed to devote all his daily training time exclusively to this particular physical technique.

He could begin cultivating other physical techniques; as for "Shave," he only needed to dedicate a portion of each day to consolidating it, and within a month at most, he could elevate his realm to Minor Achievement, mastering it completely.

"Even with the statue's boost, this speed is still much faster than anticipated."

After trying several more times, each time landing precisely on his intended target wooden post, Siano felt increasingly delighted.

It seemed that the bodily transformation brought about by mastering the Breathing Fist Style carried an additional benefit.

It was like in wuxia novels where opening the Ren and Du meridians meant that once one path was cleared, all were cleared, allowing him to cultivate other physical techniques much faster than before.

Come to think of it.

The specific principle of "Shave," while appearing very simple.

Was nothing more than continuously stomping the ground dozens of times within an instant to generate explosive reactive force.

Thereby achieving high-speed movement, or even the effect of vanishing via instant teleportation right before the enemy's eyes.

However, this required certain standards of basic physical quality and microscopic control over muscles; if one failed to meet this threshold, no amount of comprehension or talent could make up for it.

Siano happened to possess significant advantages in both these areas.

Coupled with his inherent talent in cultivating physical techniques, these factors combined to make his progress speed so terrifying.

"Having preliminarily mastered Shave in ten-odd days, I'll spend another ten-odd days next to see if I can master Iron Block as well."

Wiping sweat with the Mao Jin, Siano opened his backpack compartment and was just about to read through the cultivation method for Iron Block when a knocking sound suddenly came from outside the door.

"Who is it? If it's meal delivery, just leave it at the door."

He said casually; during these past days, he had soaked here for over ten hours daily, with all three meals delivered by restaurant waiters using carts.

"It's me, Lord Siano!"

Manba pushed the door open, pointed out the porthole window, and said with a face full of joy, "It's time to disembark, my lord; Cocoyasi Village has arrived!"

(End of Chapter)