Chapter 192: Copying Homework

In anime and live-action works, comparing power levels across different series never yields convincing results, and often invites insults from fans of both sides.

After all, even within the same work, debates over whether Whitebeard or Akainu is stronger have raged for years, with fans on each side stubbornly clinging to their views and neither side convincing the other.

How much more so when comparing characters from two different works?

There is simply no way to make a fair comparison.

However, the millennia-old second-place fighter Vegeta once said: I'll never fight a character from a comedy anime again.

I can't beat them.

Among all comedy anime characters,

the ones who stand out most ridiculously are Gray Wolf, who hand-crafts aircraft carriers; Tom Cat, who splits trees with his crotch and refuses to die; and Ersu, who ignores spatial distance restrictions,

known as the Three Conceptual Gods of Anime.

If the item were provided by another user, Saint Saint Saiwen might doubt: Is it even useful?

But the Universal Sealing Scroll crafted personally by Great Wolf Gray Wolf? No need to hesitate.

【Confirm Transaction】

【Ding, transaction successful. The Universal Sealing Scroll has been stored in your system space.】

Though the Qingqing Grassland user can't even be human, they've managed to cling to Gray Wolf's leg… what luck.

With the threat of the Shallow Sea Contract resolved, the gloom hanging over Saint Saint Saiwen's heart finally lifted, and he exhaled in relief.

He even wanted to tell Im: Im, don't bother signing the Shallow Sea Contract—go straight for the highest-tier Abyssal Contract.

Saint Saint Saiwen Saint could easily become one of the Five Elders.

Unfortunately, the timing is wrong.

If it had been when Satan Saint was exposed and executed by Im, Saint Saint Saiwen might truly have landed himself a position as one of the Five Elders.

In short, at present it's highly unlikely Saint Saint Saiwen can sign an Abyssal Contract with Im—he can only sign the second-tier Deep Sea Contract and become what's called a Divine Knight.

That's fine too.

As a Divine Knight, he can execute ordinary Celestial Dragons; the rights granted are more than enough for Saint Saint Saiwen, and most importantly, they'll fully deceive Im.

Im the old bastard surely thinks he's untouchable.

After all, for many years, no one has ever escaped the contract's control unscathed.

When Saint Saint Saiwen uses his Sui Sui Fruit ability to simulate Im's powers, he'll give Im a swift end—and thank him for all these years of "care."

With the Universal Sealing Scroll from Gray Wolf in hand, Saint Saint Saiwen's mood improved greatly.

"Rachi Lu, prepare the banquet."

"Understood, Captain."

Rachi Lu has a natural talent for cooking—he was, after all, the chef Shanks personally invited from the South Blue in his original timeline; his culinary skill couldn't possibly be bad.

Now, with Saint Saint Saiwen as his master instructor, his future achievements are limitless.

The Morning Star Crew finally has a dedicated chef, freeing Saint Saint Saiwen from the role of cook—he now only needs to serve as captain, helmsman, and navigator.

After the World Conference ends, I must visit Fish-Man Island and invite Fat Blue aboard.

Then I can further free myself from the helm.

There's still no suitable candidate for navigator.

Nami, the Straw Hat Crew's navigator, is probably still wearing diapers right now.

By the way, who's the Red-Haired Crew's navigator? Copying Shanks' work can't be wrong, right?

Benxiang is the ship's doctor—worth inviting.

What's the navigator's name?

I could even copy Blackbeard's work.

As Saint Saint Saiwen sank into thought, Shanks far away in the South Blue suddenly felt a chill run through his bones, as if watched by some great horror, sweat pouring down his forehead.

"What's wrong, Shanks?"

Shanks smiled bitterly in response.

"Beckman, that feeling's back again—it's like I'm about to lose something."

Beckman lit a cigarette.

"You're probably just exhausted."

"We're still in our early days; once we reach the scale of the Morning Star Crew, you won't need to helm the ship yourself."

"I'll take the helm for a while—you go rest."

"Alright." Shanks didn't refuse.

"I'll go make something to eat."

Fortunately, he'd learned a few tricks from Saint Saint Saiwen back in the Luo Jie Crew; Shanks' cooking isn't the best in the Four Seas, but it's at least master-level.

Beckman, cigarette dangling from his lips, let his thoughts wander.

Shanks' cooking is truly quite good—so one can only imagine how exceptional Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen's cooking must have been, the one who taught Shanks in the Luo Jie Crew.

Cooking skill is measured by comparison.

The Donghai Dihuang, open-air banquet hall.

"Tastes great, Rachi Lu—you've already reached fifty percent of this captain's skill."

Talent is a strange thing: some learn after one glance, others can't master it no matter how hard they try.

On the continent of Teyvat, there's also a Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen—renowned as a dark culinary expert who terrifies the heavens.

His food doesn't cost money—it costs your life.

"Hehe." Rachi Lu bit into his meat with a large mouthful.

"Thank you, Captain, for your guidance."

Saint Saint Saiwen smiled: "You are very talented."

Laki Lu loves meat, yet finds others' cooking unsatisfactory, so he chose to become a chef and cook food that satisfies himself.

It is precisely because of love that he chose.

Just as some people cannot find novels they like to read, so they decide to write their own,

it is the same principle.

"But you must persist; every industry fears giving up halfway. As long as you persist, you will surely become a great chef unparalleled on the Grand Line in the future."

Saint Saint Saiwen started PUA-ing the crew again.

In reality, he was preparing to slack off for a while, trying to avoid cooking in the kitchen; since joining Luo Jie's crew at age nine, Saint Saint Saiwen had been a chef for ten years.

It was time to rest a bit.

Once a hobby becomes a job, the light in one's eyes may very well vanish, thereby losing the original passion.

Doing it when you want, and whenever you want, is the best choice.

The Donghai Dihuang continued sailing; while searching for the Elephant Lord, Saint Saint Saiwen was also searching for the lanternfish.

The reason lanternfish are hard to find is that they spend most of their time in the deep sea below the surface, surfacing only occasionally.

To attract the lanternfish to appear, Saint Saint Saiwen specially hung a powerful light-bulb light source on the prow of the Donghai Dihuang.

Preparing to try his luck along this route.

What if, just what if, he encountered one.

After buying the Universal Seal Scroll, Saint Saint Saiwen had only fifty thousand points left, plus over a dozen Devil Fruits listed on the trading platform but not yet sold.

If he could find pure gold, he wouldn't need to list Devil Fruits on the trading platform in the future; he would keep them all to cultivate talent.

Speaking of talent, Saint Saint Saiwen planned to copy the homework of the future Emperors—

The Red Hair Crew's ship doctor, Bongo.

The Black Crew's sniper, Van Augur.

Most members of the Straw Hat Crew were just born or would be born in the next few years; the only ones of suitable age were helmsman Jinbe and musician Brook.

The Cross Guild was out of the question.

Buggy and Mihawk of the Cross Guild are currently in the Morning Star Crew.

Ship doctor, sniper, helmsman, musician—these happened to be exactly the talents the Morning Star Crew currently lacked.

Even heaven was guiding Saint Saint Saiwen.

After the World Conference ends in four months, he would immediately go scour the seas for talent.

The buzzing Den Den Mushi interrupted his thoughts; Saint Saint Saiwen came to his senses, took out the Den Den Mushi, and answered.

"Moshi moshi."

"Moshi moshi."

After a moment of silence, the Den Den Mushi continued speaking.

"Little brother, give me a month to consider; I will contact you again in a month."

"Good." Saint Saint Saiwen smiled and hung up the Den Den Mushi.

Since Kizaru did not directly refuse, it meant he was already tempted, just not yet driven to a dead end.

Saint Saturn, go for it!!!