[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pirate-no-one-understands-conqueror-s-haki-like-":3,"chapter-pirate-no-one-understands-conqueror-s-haki-like--pirate-no-one-understands-conqueror-s-haki-like--chapter-32":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","One Piece: No One Understands Conqueror's Haki Like Me",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2304683,4505,"Chapter 32: Love Within Reach, Yet Unattainable","pirate-no-one-understands-conqueror-s-haki-like--chapter-32",32,"\u003Cp>Not far away, at the third-floor window of the hotel, Seven took in the entire scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this ruthless pirate world, compared to the doomed lovers, Seven felt he had been extraordinarily lucky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though an orphan, he was luckily taken in and raised by the old village chief; after the chief’s death, villagers often gave him aid, and even though he was frequently bullied by local thugs, he survived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, by sheer fortune, he met Captain Roger, awakened his personal system, was invited aboard the ship, and gathered all the items needed to activate it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In just seventeen years, his life had become even more vibrant than his previous one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, Seven possessed a physique far stronger than that of the giants, a Super Supreme Grade Sword, and was a top-tier Natural Logia Thunder-Thunder Fruit user.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was also the god of the Sky Island, and the future Lightning General of Wano, known as Daoqi .\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Praise Brother Tongzi!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the system was neither intelligent nor possessed independent will, it did not diminish Seven’s devotion to it—he was no trash who’d smash the pot after eating his fill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For two consecutive days, Tazolo arrived punctually at dawn and night to the iron cage, using his clumsy jokes to make Stella laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just hold on one more night, Stella.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tazolo pressed his face against the iron bars, his voice low but bright, “Once I get paid tomorrow morning, I’ll take you away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm, take care of yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tazolo came from the slums—his father was a gambler, his mother an alcoholic, and he himself had developed a gambling addiction in his youth. Life was like a bottomless murky pond, the path ahead dark, almost no light penetrating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet in his most chaotic years, Stella became a beacon, dispelling the black fog that enveloped him and illuminating his lost direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For her, Tazolo quit all his vices, worked day and night without rest, all he wanted was to save enough money to buy her freedom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, hope was within reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tazolo had never wished so desperately for time to pass faster—once tonight’s work was done, Stella would be free of her cage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The long-awaited happiness was within grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, Stella tossed and turned in her cage; Tazolo worked with boundless energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at dawn…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ransom money, though nearly complete, fell short due to the heartless boss’s embezzlement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, please, have mercy…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please, I beg you, please…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man’s knees hold gold—only when pushed to the brink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tazolo knelt on the ground, begging for the heartless boss’s pity, yet he seemed to have forgotten why the boss was called “heartless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone, throw him out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like discarded trash, Tazolo was flung from the heartless workshop, rolling to a roadside stall, right before a pair of white sneakers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry!” Tazolo hurried to apologize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those shoes looked expensive—he only wanted to quickly save money, not invite trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine.” Seven left the breakfast money, then rose and walked away slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These past two days’ observations confirmed a saying: rope snaps at its weakest point, misfortune targets the wretched—misfortune, this bitch, seemed especially fond of tormenting those already fallen into the abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, weakness was the original sin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strong would draw their blade and pierce the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tazolo might think lack of money was the hardship—he could never imagine the greater, unstoppable suffering just arriving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Celestial Dragons—late, but here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Celestial Dragons, world nobles, resided permanently in Mary Geoise, enjoying endless wealth and supreme privileges without lifting a finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They considered themselves descendants of gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Believing breathing the same air as commoners would pollute them, they isolated themselves with glass domes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the Celestial Dragons’ arrival at Island No. 1 of Sabaody Archipelago, the entire island was instantly shrouded in deathly silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Large numbers of Marines blocked streets, maintained order, CP agents served as security, and the Celestial Dragons’ personal guards stood close at hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On both sides of the street, every man, woman, and child lay prostrate, not daring to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elderly men trembled as they crawled on the ground; children had their mouths clamped shut by parents, faces flushed red but silent; even pet dogs were held down by their owners, heads pressed against cold stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The divine majesty could not be looked upon directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the center of the street, a fat Celestial Dragon with purple hair sat atop his slave carriage, studying Stella inside the iron cage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden hair, dazzling; long, snow-white legs—such women were nothing new to the purple-haired Celestial Dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had never seen a slave, locked in an iron cage, whose eyes burned with such bright light—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A longing for the future, a thirst for freedom, a vibrant hope never crushed by suffering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The purple-haired Celestial Dragon grinned, his fat lips splitting into a cruel, excited smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crushing such hope, extinguishing it with his own hands, brought far greater pleasure than merely stealing a beautiful body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take her back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A casual utterance, yet carrying absolute authority—that was the worth of a Celestial Dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Lord Ilaen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under such circumstances, no one dared approach; even the Marines dared not show anger—ten thousand Berries a month wasn’t worth dying for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Umit, the Maritime King watching from the slave auction house, felt a chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, that slave’s been marked by Barzab Seven.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Umit panicked, but soon calmed: even a man like Barzab Seven wouldn’t dare defy a Celestial Dragon, right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shouldn’t… he?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This place is unsafe—I must leave immediately.” Umit already saw the coming storm sweeping across the entire Sabaody Archipelago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dared not defy a Celestial Dragon—not even by association. He still had too much wealth left to spend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Umit slipped away without looking back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the iron gate of the slave auction house, Tazolo was pinned face-down on rough stone by two CP agents, his shoulder blades nearly crushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he could only watch helplessly as chains wrapped around Stella’s neck, dragging her away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Tazolo.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just knowing you care makes me happy,” Stella smiled brightly, “I truly feel very happy, Tazolo.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tazolo thrashed wildly, but could not break free from the CP agents’ grip, could not break free from this damned, cruel fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stella!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tazolo’s eyes bulged with rage as he screamed silently in his soul again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had almost touched the light of freedom, had nearly gathered the ransom, had been just one step away from taking her out of this hell!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh～” Seeing this, Lord Ilaen dragged out his tone, his excitement rising further, “So they’re lovers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hohoho, take him too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Ilaen had thought of a better game—not only to destroy hope, but to crush that damned hope bit by bit, right before this man’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hohoho～ quickly take them aboard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap… tap… tap…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, footsteps interrupted Ilaen’s laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From a side alley, Seven, his silver hair gleaming like snow, a black cloak billowing behind him, walked slowly forward, hands in his pockets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marines raised their guns, aiming ahead, shouting orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whirr～\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crimson-black Haki surged like ripples across the entire island; the Marines and CP agents, moments ago poised and alert, rolled over with white eyes, unconscious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seven appeared like a phantom before Tazolo: “Oi, want to save her?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tazolo gritted his teeth, eyes bloodshot: “If I can save Stella, I’ll do anything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Including your life?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Including my life!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the answer, Seven nodded approvingly and patted Tazolo’s shoulder: “Watch closely—I’ll show you how.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took two steps, then suddenly turned back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Say thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tazolo froze in shock for two seconds, then hurriedly said: “Thank you, thank you, thank you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Tazolo, Seven saw his former self.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw the version who worked nine-to-five, numb and aimless, who had done nothing wrong yet lived a miserable life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw the eight-year-old boy selling fish balls at the market in Housha Town.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw the weak, powerless version of himself who could only hide behind the captain’s back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without the system, he too would have been powerless against fate’s oppression, like Tazolo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since fate had changed…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then let’s overturn this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oi, you masked pig.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shorter the words, the greater the damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially when Seven precisely described the World Noble Tenglongren as pigs, pigs wearing masks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Seven’s appearance to the Marine and CP agents being stunned, only a few dozen seconds had passed; the Noble Elaine Sheng had already been shielded behind his family guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill him! Kill him quickly!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elaine Sheng’s face flushed red—he clearly could not bear being called a pig wearing a mask. So what if I’m fat? Did I eat your rice?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two Noble guards wore grim expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you truly intend to oppose the World Government? Elaine Sheng is from the Nairo Na family, a noble among the Tenglongren.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seven’s eyes lit up: “Ah↗ ha↘”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had assumed this was just another ordinary pig like Charlos Sheng, but never expected it to be such a big fish: the Nairo Na family… Could they be Im’s descendants?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then this windfall, Seven claimed for himself.\u003C\u002Fp>",1508,"2026-06-20T08:39:42.660Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d6180973020e08a12917d9823100cf7295dad3cac701ff94d2d9e1dc9e30db54","pirate-no-one-understands-conqueror-s-haki-like--chapter-33","pirate-no-one-understands-conqueror-s-haki-like--chapter-31",463,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpirate-no-one-understands-conqueror-s-haki-like--cover.jpg"]