Chapter 350: A City

Canals crisscross, red-roofed houses stand by the water, and blue fish carry people shuttling through the waterways; this is how the first shipbuilding city, Water Saint Saint Saiwen, looks in Saint Saint Saiwen's eyes.

This is also the meaning of his setting sail—to see with his own eyes all the different sceneries on the Grand Line.

Although every journey must eventually end, his life will not stop because of it.

After staying for several days, the Donghai Dihuang carried Saint Saint Saiwen and his party, riding the wind and breaking the waves, setting sail toward their destination, Alabasta.

Many years ago.

Saint Saint Saiwen and Mihawk had once reached the island of Sengtin where Alabasta is located, and at the port of Sengtin Island, they saved a doctor from the hands of CP9.

In the blink of an eye, many years have passed.

Heading to Sengtin Island again from another direction, Saint Saint Saiwen seemed to see the path he had come.

As a child, he had gone hungry and suffered from the cold.

But since activating the system, his life could be described as completely smooth, so much so that Saint Saint Saiwen couldn't help but recall a phrase from before his transmigration.

"I'm extremely smooth, brother."

Indeed, a life with cheats is a good life.

Before the system activated, what kind of bitter days did Saint Saint Saiwen live: at a young age, he set up a stall selling fish balls and grew up eating the hundred-family rice of Housha Town.

After the system activated.

In just six years, he went from being the captain of the Morning Star crew with only two crew members, to transforming into the Raiden Shogun of Inazuma and the World Noble Saint Saint Saiwen Saint.

Even ten months later.

Saint Saint Saiwen will personally send off Imu, becoming the true King of the World, and his life will welcome a new chapter.

But no matter what, he will never stop.

The meaning of living is simply to live, to live freely and without restraint.

The reason he wants to overthrow the World Government and build a world where everyone can eat their fill is simply because this sea makes Saint Saint Saiwen feel unfree.

As for the world after everyone eats their fill?

That has nothing to do with Saint Saint Saiwen; he is only responsible for raising the bottom line of the pirate world, ensuring no one dies of starvation due to poverty.

A better, higher quality of life is a problem for later generations to consider.

In short, Saint Saint Saiwen has never thought of—becoming a savior hero who saves the suffering, bowing his head and working himself to death for this sea.

Being a hero is too tiring.

From start to finish, Saint Saint Saiwen only wants to live comfortably, casually do what he wants to do, and at the same time earn some small profits from it.

For instance, before leaving Water Saint Saint Saiwen, Tang Mu, the world's number one shipwright, gave Saint Saint Saiwen the blueprints for Pluton and earnestly requested that Saint Saint Saiwen keep them safe.

Note, it was an earnest request.

In other words, Tang Mu, who held the blueprints for Pluton, the ancient weapon the World Government dreams of, forcibly gave them to Saint Saint Saiwen.

And additionally attached an apprentice, Franky.

(At this time Franky is called Cutty Flam; since someone previously pointed out the issue of Master Tenghu and One Smile, we will use Franky directly here.)

If it were just this, it would be fine.

Almost at the same time, the Five Elders asked Saint Saint Saiwen for help, wanting to find a way to obtain the Pluton blueprints from Tang Mu.

Just thinking about this makes Saint Saint Saiwen want to laugh.

The Five Elders seemed afraid Saint Saint Saiwen wouldn't put in the effort, repeatedly promising that if he brought back the Pluton blueprints, he could choose any Devil Fruit from the Holy Land's treasury.

To this, Saint Saint Saiwen only wanted to say—

You Five Elders, actually using my treasures placed in Mary Geoise to exchange for the blueprints in my hand?

Simply lawless!

After sending off Imu, Saint Saint Saiwen must thoroughly deal with these five lawless green onions, ginger, and garlic.

Directly killing them would be a waste; it would be better to sign a new Devil Contract with the Five Elders, and at that time send them all to the Inazuma Sea Prism Stone mine to dig.

On the surface, this is to let the Five Elders atone for their actions over the years.

In reality, it gives these rulers of the old era not even a shred of a chance to steal the fruits of the revolution.

As for the other Celestial Dragons, kill those who should be killed and bury those who should be buried; given the moral bottom line of the Celestial Dragons, killing them once is already too kind.

Mary Geoise is destined to have rivers of blood.

Perhaps to encourage Saint Saint Saiwen's revolution, the System Shangcheng, which hadn't refreshed items for a long time, surprisingly refreshed a city.

【A City: Exclusive to the King of the World, price 1 million points, please explore on your own...】

To this, Saint Saint Saiwen really wanted to retort: Can you be any more perfunctory?

A city exclusive to the King of the World, not only does it not even have a name, but it also requires self-exploration!

Is it that my points aren't enough?

If other systems saw this, they would think Saint Saint Saiwen Saint is reluctant to spend points!

The only possible benefit is that when fighting Imu, Saint Saint Saiwen can go all out and slaughter everywhere.

No need for any more reservations.

Even if he levels the entire Mary Geoise to the ground, as long as points are sufficient, he can rebuild an even more magnificent Ducheng at any time.

Such an excellent opportunity to display divine miracles, Saint Saint Saiwen will definitely summon all the kings of the allied nations to bow and worship.

The Sun God Nika Nika exists only in distant legends, while Saint Saint Saiwen Saint's divine miracles are witnessed by everyone; not to say this will shake the four seas, but at least it will make all nations and kings dare not act rashly.

Departing from Inazuma, this journey has been full of stops and starts.

Saint Saint Saiwen has already foreseen that this trip is likely his last voyage out to sea in recent years.

The next time he rides the Donghai Dihuang, riding the wind and breaking the waves like this, might be many years later.

After all, if his plan fails, this sea will welcome a true chaotic era, more chaotic than any era before.

Putting away his wandering thoughts, Saint Saint Saiwen continued to simulate the Time Fruit ability.

Punk Hazard.

Deep within Vegapunk's laboratory, Blackbeard, his body entirely wrapped in bandages, had his hands and feet fixed to the operating table with Sea-Prism Stone shackles.

Not far away, several assistants in white lab coats were gathered around Vegapunk, discussing.

"Simply incredible... he actually has three hearts inside him. No wonder he can go without sleep or rest."

"Doctor, the modification plan we previously set must be readjusted."

Vegapunk's face showed a look of inner conflict.

If Blackbeard were modified into a Pacifista, it would be a sheer waste of those three hearts.

An ordinary person needs only one heart to sustain life, yet Blackbeard's innate abnormal constitution of three hearts grants him strength and endurance far beyond the norm.

He could even accommodate three Devil Fruits.

But a Pacifista is merely a mass-produced killing weapon; it simply cannot utilize such a special and powerful foundation.

To imprison the potential of three hearts within cold machinery is to bury Blackbeard's most core and unique value with one's own hands.

Rather than modification, it feels more like squandering a precious resource.

For a mad scientist, wasting an experimental subject as extremely rare as Blackbeard is simply unforgivable.

"What do you say?" Vegapunk murmured softly.

"Using Blackbeard as the blueprint, fusing in Lunarian bloodline factors, and modifying him into an even more powerful Seraphim... how about that?"

The assistants' eyes instantly lit up.

"Doctor, we'll follow your lead."

On the operating table, Blackbeard heard these words; in an instant, two lines of clear tears slid down from the corners of his eyes.

Fusing Lunarian bloodline...

You bastards, even the last of my Davy clan bloodline... you want to strip that away too?

But after pondering carefully for a moment, Blackbeard suddenly found himself unable to distinguish—

whether Vegapunk was truly helping him or not.