Chapter 31: Worth Every Point

Paying three hundred million Beri as a deposit, Seven stored the remaining three billion Beri in his system warehouse.

Just a small portion of the base of the golden pillar, worth three point six billion Beri—back then, that golden pillar alone was worth at least several trillion.

Judging by this, that idiot from Teyvat didn’t lose out at all—he instantly made Inazuma the second wealthiest nation in Teyvat.

Of course, Seven didn’t lose either.

After all, it was the divine weapon Yumekokoro; though due to the dimensional constraints of the Pirate World, it was downgraded from a divine weapon to a Super Supreme Great Sword, it at least compensated with the One Cut Without Thought.

Moreover, the remaining base of the golden pillar alone weighed over three thousand tons.

This money was enough for Seven to purchase Devil Fruits, exchange them for points, and turn them into fuel for ascending to the pinnacle of world strength.

“Sea King, do you have any rare swords or the like? Bring them all out.”

Umit smiled: “Of course I do, brother. I haven’t had the honor of your name yet?”

“Barzab Seven.”

No sooner had he spoken than Umit drew a sharp breath: Damn, no wonder he felt oddly familiar—he was a former member of the Roger Pirates who had stolen prisoners from the World Government two years ago.

So these coins… could it be… could it be…

Umit’s previously calm breathing suddenly turned erratic: The legendary great treasure, the ultimate dream upon the sea—ONEPIECE!!!

“What?” Seven’s smile was playful.

“Want to arrest me?”

Seven didn’t mind reacquiring the coins he had just sold, and incidentally doing what pirates loved most: robbery, betrayal, and turning on their own.

If he hadn’t needed someone to help him collect Devil Fruits, Seven would have completely emptied the Sea King’s coffers.

After a brief internal struggle, Umit forced a smile: “How could I? A man like you—I wouldn’t dare.”

“Brother, wait a moment—I’ll go fetch the items myself.”

While Umit was away, Seven submitted two Animal-type Devil Fruits for sale through the system.

“Sell the Rat-Rat Fruit for 1,200 points?”

“Sell the Fly-Fly Fruit for 1,000 points?”

After brief consideration, Seven chose to list both junk Devil Fruits on the trading platform.

【Rat-Rat Fruit: 3,000 points. Exclusive to Earth-Bound Saint Body, Gold-Digging Foreman. Seller’s note: Who’s best at excavation? Rat-Rat Fruit rules underground.】

【Fly-Fly Fruit: 5,000 points. Essential Devil Fruit for home, travel, and revenge. Seller’s note: Love it? Feed it Fly-Fly Fruit.】

Honestly, the system’s buy price was too low—only 2,200 points total for both Devil Fruits, completely violating the Pirate Merchant King’s trading philosophy.

Better to package them nicely and list them on the platform—maybe luck will smile.

Maybe someone will buy them.

And Seven believed the Fly-Fly Fruit would be far more popular among platform users than the Rat-Rat Fruit.

He understood the mindset of transmigrators all too well.

Modern transmigrators always say: “You’ve already earned your death,” “Families must stick together,” “Whoever angers me, I’ll wipe out their entire clan.”

Spending 5,000 points on revenge? Maximum cost-effectiveness.

Turning your enemy into a buzzing fly is far more satisfying than simple revenge.

That’s why Seven priced the Fly-Fly Fruit at 5,000 points—higher than the Rat-Rat Fruit.

Revenge and vengeance? Worth every point!

Moments later, Umit returned with several black-clad bodyguards.

“Brother, these are all the rare items I have right now—take a look. If anything better comes up, I’ll contact you immediately.”

Seven gave them a cursory glance—they were all mediocre weapons, unworthy of notice.

Indeed, he’d been too optimistic.

He’d thought he might stumble upon a Logia Slip-Slip Fruit, or perhaps even one of the Twenty-One Supreme Swords or a Fine Blade.

Seeing Seven’s lack of interest, Umit picked up a catalog: “All top-tier goods—guaranteed pure and unopened.”

“Look here—this is a new arrival.”

As Umit spoke, Seven’s gaze fell on the photo of a woman with golden hair: Shi Daila.

“It’s her.”

Oda, the man criticized for not portraying love, yet keeps crafting one tragedy after another.

In pirate romance, nine out of ten end in sorrow—including Shi Daila and the fallen Golden Emperor, Gildarts Tezoro.

Nine fingers adorned in gold, the ring finger left for you.

When he needed money most to buy her freedom, he had none. When he lost her, when he no longer needed money, he suddenly had it all.

“I’ll take her.”

“No problem, I’ll have someone…”

Seven waved him off: “Not yet. Keep her locked in the cage.”

More than a woman, Seven valued what she represented: Tezoro’s rise from slave to the Golden Emperor who controlled the world’s economy within twelve years—and the wealth he would amass.

With the Golden Emperor, he’d finally match up with the big-headed Vegapunk.

To seize Wano and do what he intended? It wasn’t just words.

Wealth, resources, manpower—all indispensable.

But at this moment, Tezoro had no awareness of becoming the Golden Emperor—he needed a push. That’s why Seven hadn’t freed Shi Daila yet.

He wouldn’t play the villain—someone else would.

“Alright,” Umit nodded, silently thinking: What a strange man.

Having decided to recruit Tezoro, Seven postponed his return to Windmill Village.

He’d wait two days—if the Piggy Celestial didn’t show up, he’d take Shi Daila away then, and Tezoro would follow naturally.

After exchanging contact details with the Sea King, Seven checked into a nearby hotel.

“The gold has been converted to Beri, and I even bought the Slip-Slip Fruit. Once this is settled, it’s time to find crewmates.”

Between the Blue Fatman Jinbe and Big Mom, Seven decided to head to the South Blue first to find Big Mom.

Mainly because Jinbe’s recruitment was too difficult—Fish-Man Island constantly suffered pirate raids; unless the crisis was resolved, Jinbe would never join.

Even Luffy had invited Jinbe multiple times—he only joined after the Fish-Man Island crisis ended.

Meanwhile, Big Mom was currently serving as a priest in the Solbe Kingdom of the South Blue, healing the sick alongside Jin Ni.

Relatively speaking, it was easier.

Later on, Big Mom would join Jin Ni in the Revolutionary Army.

Then, he’d have to poach from the Revolutionary Army.

If he could invite Big Mom early, that’d be best—he trusted his persuasion skills to convince Big Mom and Jin Ni to join his crew.

……

Along the street stalls of the slave market, Shi Daila sat quietly inside an iron cage.

The explosive collar around her neck was cold and digging into her skin, yet her face wore a clean smile as she whispered softly to Tezoro through the bars.

Tezoro had just finished a job and came over during his break to speak with Shi Daila—even though he still had several more jobs ahead.

He… feared she’d feel lonely.

A slave and a gambler-drunkard, at this moment, they were redeeming each other’s souls.

“Shi Daila, wait two more days—I’ll gather enough money, and you’ll be free.”

“Thank you, Tezoro.”

They smiled at each other, seeing in each other’s eyes the beautiful future they shared: clinging together, raising children.

Tezoro’s eyelids suddenly grew heavy: “I’ll come see you tomorrow morning.”

“Mm, rest well.”

Tezoro turned away reluctantly: Shi Daila, I can’t rest—I’ll come for you as fast as I can, and I’ll buy your freedom.