Chapter 4: Because I Trust You

Under the night sky, at the port of Loguetown.

The salty sea breeze stirred up layers of waves; the rising and falling sound of the waves, like a lullaby soaked in moonlight, smoothed away all the noise of Loguetown.

In the darkness, a faint Lei Ting slashed through the blackness, then flashed away at extreme speed, instantly electrocuting every pirate on a mid-sized pirate ship into unconsciousness.

Reverting from elemental form, Saint Saint Saiwen first hooked Mihawk's small boat onto the deck, then retracted the anchor and kicked the unconscious pirates one by one onto the shore.

Then, with practiced skill, he started the ship and sailed away from the port.

Originally, he had planned to go catch up with Buggy and Shanks, but the moment he thought of Garp being nearby, Saint Saint Saiwen only cursed the ship's slow speed.

No one had more authority to speak on the terror of Garp's iron fists than the Luo Jie Pirates.

In the years since the Great War at God's Valley, Garp had done only two things—

First, he refused promotion to Admiral.

Second, he chased Luo Jie all over the world.

Within the Luo Jie Pirates, from the top three main forces of Gold, Silver, and Bronze down to the trainees Shanks and Buggy, everyone except Saint Saint Saiwen had been fortunate enough to experience Garp's iron fist.

It was a pair of iron fists that completely disregarded reason, auto-locked onto targets, and were wrapped in Conqueror's Haki.

Saint Saint Saiwen steered with one hand and watched the compass with the other.

Not far away, Mihawk held a cup of black tea: "What is the ONE PIECE?"

Saint Saint Saiwen grinned: "Want to know?"

"Mi-san, as long as you call me Captain, I will take you to Laugh Tale right now."

With the dawn of the Great Pirate Era, the world would only become more chaotic; due to his identity, Saint Saint Saiwen's path of joining the Marines was almost completely blocked.

If he wanted to live better in this chaotic age, one person's strength was ultimately limited; he must form his own pirate crew.

Especially after Saint Saint Saiwen ate the Gomu Gomu no Mi, the ship would need at least a rescue team dedicated to pulling people out of the water.

As for crew members, the top priority was naturally the world's greatest swordsman, Hawk Eyes Mihawk; with such combat power, only a fool would miss out, he must be secured!

Next were Bartholomew Kuma and Jinbe.

Kuma's entire life was truly too miserable.

Saint Saint Saiwen both coveted Kuma's combat power and did not want to see a hero who saved five hundred commoners at God's Valley... live such a miserable life.

Heroes should not end this way.

As for Jinbe, who wouldn't want a blue fat man?

Moreover, with a blue fat man... the fish-man Jinbe, on board, Saint Saint Saiwen would never have to worry about falling into the sea again.

However, before starting to recruit crew, the first priority was to increase strength; after all, this was a world where strength ruled, and the weak had no choice.

Mihawk gently set down his tea cup, stood up, drew the black blade Yoru from his back, and held it horizontally against Saint Saint Saiwen's neck.

"You seem to have some misunderstandings about me?"

The cold blade of Yoru made Saint Saint Saiwen instantly sober up; he quickly raised both hands.

"Kowai na, Mi-san."

That's right, Mihawk was no kind-hearted fool; the title of "Marine Hunter" was not earned for nothing.

Mihawk sheathed the black blade Yoru: "You are now being targeted by the CP; you will face endless pursuit from the World Government and the Marines."

"If news leaks that you are a crew member of the Pirate King, the pirates will not let you go either."

"Even though you have eaten the Gomu Gomu no Mi now, do not tell everyone that you are a member of the Luo Jie Pirates and have been to Laugh Tale."

Saint Saint Saiwen had already realized that Mi-san was showing concern for him; really, he could have just said the words of concern directly, but he insisted on drawing a sword; what a tsundere!

"Mi-san, do you think I survived these years how? I am only honest with you alone."

Mihawk picked up his tea cup, walked to the cabin door, stopped, and asked without turning his head: "Why?"

"Idiot, because I trust you!"

Crack~ The tea cup was crushed into powder by Mihawk; the temperature in the air seemed to drop a few degrees.

Saint Saint Saiwen's heart pounded faster and faster; only after Mihawk walked into the cabin did he reach out to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead; training this kind of person, indeed, could not be too hasty.

However, Mi-san, you cannot escape.

Hehehe, hurry up and come to this Captain's ship!

Saint Saint Saiwen took the permanent compass pointing to Reverse Mountain from his pocket, steered the ship, and browsed the purchase requests on the trading platform.

【Purchase Request: Brothers from the Teyvat Continent, 50,000 points, only seek the death of the Third Brother.】

Saint Saint Saiwen specifically checked the world the poster belonged to, and then suddenly understood: Warhammer World...

"No wonder they are so rich; not only putting a bounty on Momonosuke and the Desertert Soldier, but also offering a high price for the Third Brother... A transmigrator who can survive in the Warhammer World cannot be described merely as a fierce man; they are simply a god."

However, Saint Saint Saiwen always felt that users from the Warhammer World intentionally offered a high price for the Third Brother just to cause family conflicts among the fools on the Teyvat Continent.

Putting aside his lofty ambitions, Saint Saint Saiwen began to select commissions within his current capabilities.

【Purchase Request: 9 points for food and water.】

Saint Saint Saiwen quickly accepted the commission and submitted ten portions of food and water in one go to the brother traversing the apocalypse.

【Ding, Congratulations on completing the commission, obtained 9 points; monthly platform commission limit 9/10; current point balance: 9】

Although it used up one commission count, Saint Saint Saiwen was not discouraged; at least he had figured out another rule.

【Purchase Request: Are there any brothers from the Pirate World? 1,000 points, long-term large-scale purchase of Devil Fruits.】

【10 boxes of Iced Black Tea: 1 point】

"Iced Black Tea?" Saint Saint Saiwen pondered thoughtfully.

"Iced Black Tea can be exchanged for points... then the shells on the Sky Island seem exchangeable too?"

To better train Mi-san, Saint Saint Saiwen painfully spent the huge sum of 1 point to buy ten boxes of Iced Black Tea and took one box out of the system space to put in the refrigerator.

Who else but Mi-san likes black tea? As the Captain, of course, he must spoil his future crew member.

【Ding, Purchase successful; monthly platform purchase limit 9/10; current point balance 8】

Closing the system interface, Saint Saint Saiwen had gained a general understanding of the trading platform: the number of commissions the platform could complete per month and the number of times one could purchase were both limited to ten.

On the contrary, the system's direct sales had no limit on the number of times.

Besides, it was truly difficult to earn points.

He must hurry to the Golden Land of the Sky Island to use the golden pillar on the island to purchase the divine artifact Mengxiang Yixin.

Then, he would occupy the Sky Island as a base camp, gorge himself for a while, allowing his gluttonous constitution to fully exert its effects and nourish his body.

There was also the matter of hanging those Sky Island shells possessing supernatural powers on the trading platform to exchange for points, thereby strengthening himself with the points.

Saint Saint Saiwen possessed the perspective of God, so naturally he knew the future course of this sea.

Shanks would establish the Red Hair Pirates, then go undercover in the God's Knights to gather information, and finally return to the sea to become the fourth Emperor of the Sea.

Buggy-san, meanwhile, would remain hiding in the East Blue.

In the World Government's intelligence, Buggy and Shanks, being interns who had not gone to Laugh Tale, posed a threat far less than the rest of the crew.

Among the other members of the Luo Jie Pirates, the one easiest to arrest was undoubtedly: Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen.

Saint Saint Saiwen opened a bottle of iced black tea, gulped it down completely, and cursed.

"Damn! I, a crew member of the Pirate King, am actually looked down upon so much by the mere World Government!"

"The weak indeed have no human rights."

For the following month, Saint Saint Saiwen and Mihawk took turns steering the ship, entering the first half of the Grand Line from Reverse Mountain and heading toward Jaya Island.

In his spare time, Saint Saint Saiwen did only three things: sleep, gorge himself, and exercise his body frantically.

Until one day, Saint Saint Saiwen awkwardly discovered: the ship needed resupply again, but they had no money...

Just at that moment, a pirate ship flying a skull flag entered Saint Saint Saiwen's line of sight.

"Mi-san, bring the ship over!"