Chapter 49

Long ago, the Lunaria clan established a nation on the Red Line, attracting other races, who called this realm the Divine Kingdom.

They also referred to the Lunaria clan as “gods.”

Enma, the great banner of the Beasts Pirates, is one of the few known surviving members of this clan.

“Gods?” Seven’s expression turned sly.

“This is clearly trying to push me toward the World Government!”

The destruction of the Lunaria clan and their Divine Kingdom was carried out by the World Government itself.

To eradicate this race completely, the World Government even instituted a special bounty rule: anyone reporting a Lunaria’s whereabouts could claim a direct reward of one hundred million Berries.

If Seven purchased the Lunaria bloodline, it didn’t matter which part of his body caught fire first—if the World Government found out, he’d face relentless, life-or-death pursuit.

But then again, when burning, his defense increases by 100%; when extinguished, his speed increases by 100%, and he can generate and control flames.

It’s like having eaten an extra Mera Mera no Mi.

This isn’t simple addition.

The innate indestructible flame of the Lunaria clan is already a terrifying power capable of burning heaven and earth; now, layered with the Thunder-Thunder Fruit’s lightning force.

The collision between the two generates a power far beyond mere ability stacking—it’s an overload reaction capable of blowing apart entire battlefields.

It’s truly worth having.

Percentage-based attributes may seem insignificant early on, but once enough base stats are stacked, percentage boosts deliver dramatic gains.

No, Seven has no “early stage” at all.

His current strength is nearly at the Emperor level—he’s already in the late stage.

If he learns Conqueror’s Haki defense, stacks Iron Balloon, Armament Haki, and gains 100% defense boost, his defense will become utterly terrifying.

Twenty years from now, when he meets Liu Zoro, he could even shout: “Come on, I’ll stand still and let you chop.”

With 100% speed boost, the Thunder-Thunder Fruit still can’t match Kizaru’s Pika Pika no Mi, but doubling his speed is real.

“Fifty thousand points… there’s a reason for the price.”

Seven fully accepted the cost, but poverty was his current biggest problem.

Conqueror’s Haki defense costs 100,000 points; Observation Haki’s future prediction costs 50,000 points; the Lunaria divine bloodline costs 50,000 points.

Not only can he not afford these—he can’t even afford the Armament Haki: Sakura Flow, priced at 20,000 points.

“I’m so poor. So, so poor.”

After some thought, Seven reluctantly listed the Mera Mera no Mi: Mythical Type, Thunder Giant Bear Form on the trading platform.

To dominate the seas, the overall strength of a pirate crew matters, but the captain’s personal power matters more.

That’s the foundation of leadership.

Why was Yim so arrogant, fighting six opponents alone at the Valley of the Gods? Because he was strong!

Before personal power, all other factors are irrelevant—or at least far less important.

【Mera Mera no Mi: Mythical Type, Thunder Giant Bear Form: 60,000 points, Storm Gathering, Carry Me to the Clouds, Seller’s Note: Storm, rage forth】

The 60,000-point price was set by Seven, referencing the 20,000-point bounty for the Gura Gura no Mi on the trading platform—aimed squarely at robbing the rich.

The poor can’t afford it either.

Only Hammer Brother or a Dragon Ball user who got a whole bucket of Senzu Beans could afford it.

If the Mera Mera no Mi sells successfully, after a 10% tax, he’ll have 54,000 points left—enough to buy the Lunaria bloodline and still have four Senzu Beans remaining.

He’d absolutely ascend to Emperor-tier strength.

At that point—

Gluttony, innate strength, Iron Balloon, and the Lunaria bloodline would forge an overpowered Barzab Seven.

Why not buy Observation Haki’s future prediction first? Again, the same reason: future prediction can be trained eventually, but the Lunaria bloodline cannot.

As for bloodline stacking… whatever, stack it.

As a high-ranking pirate, Seven isn’t afraid of poverty—why fear a little bloodline stacking?

If he could, Seven would gladly stack even more—bring on a Super Saiyan bloodline, and he’d sell his pots and pans to get it.

Not just Super Saiyan—even if a Giant Clan or Fish-Man bloodline popped up, under the right conditions, Seven would snatch them all.

Except for the price.

The only remaining issue with the Lunaria bloodline sold in the system shop: which body part catches fire.

Seven looked at his body soaking in the hot spring, then shrugged: Whatever, I’ll just be a walking torch.

At least it’s a personal trait.

It’s not like it can’t be extinguished—when it is, speed increases by 100%, better than any black or white silk.

Climbing out of the bath, Seven collapsed into sleep, boosted by +50% sleep quality and +50% recovery.

…

West Blue, Ohara ruins.

Seven days have passed since the Marines launched the Ohara Massacre Order; the naval fleet, led by five Vice Admirals, left long ago.

Among the shattered rocks and gravel, a strange man with an extremely pointed head and a long tongue knelt, holding a bouquet of flowers to mourn his friend, Dr. Clover.

“Saxi, not dead, Vegapunk.”

Hearing the familiar voice, Vegapunk quickly wiped his tears and turned—his gaze met Monkey D. Dragon, who was staring at his head.

“Dragon?”

“Your head’s gotten even fatter.”

“That’s not important,” Vegapunk squinted.

His head grew larger because he ate the Numa Numa no Mi, which granted him infinite brain capacity—but the more information stored, the larger his head became.

“Dragon, why are you here in Ohara?”

“Me?” Dragon sneered. “I heard you finally became the World Government’s lapdog—I was shocked. You even turned down our Revolutionary Army’s invitation.”

Vegapunk replied: “You don’t understand!”

“Even with my wisdom and technology, what could your impoverished army possibly build? Technology needs funding!”

Dragon knew technology needed funding—he just seethed at the World Government’s massacre of Ohara.

“You’re as straightforward as ever.”

The two sat down before the memorial flowers.

“Dragon, Ohara’s will hasn’t vanished completely. Barzab of the Morning Star Pirates rescued a little girl from the Marines’ massacre.”

“There are many sensible people in the Marines—you mustn’t lose your way, Dragon.”

Dragon’s gaze turned icy: “Barzab isn’t like ordinary pirates, but this time… I can’t tolerate it. I’m building an army that can fight.”

Why could the Morning Star Pirates move freely through the Marines’ massacre fire?

Because their captain, Barzab, their vice-captain, Mihawk, and their fighter, Fujitora, are all warriors of immense strength—capable of fighting and winning.

The Revolutionary Army lacks warriors like these.

Vegapunk asked in surprise: “Aren’t you the one who hates war the most?”

Dragon didn’t answer: “Just wait, Vegapunk. I will change the world. I won’t let Clover’s sacrifice be in vain…”

It was a bold declaration, yet Dragon suddenly felt a hollow ache.

“What’s wrong with me?”

“Why do I feel like I’m about to lose something?”