Chapter 7

Shengtingdao, harbor.

Seven was patching up the stolen pirate ship, just hoping it could hold together long enough to ride the updraft without breaking apart mid-air.

Otherwise, Misan might get crushed to death.

The image of Mihawk falling from the sky made Seven shake his head violently to banish the thought.

Their destination: the Sky Island—

Located ten thousand meters above the White Sea, the only practical way to reach the Sky Island, besides flight, was to ride the updraft.

It was a journey full of thrills and danger, with only two possible outcomes: all arriving safely, or all dying.

Last time, Seven and Buggy nearly pissed themselves.

This time, at least the Thunder-Thunder Fruit had their backs.

Seven muttered to himself: “Someone like Misan probably wouldn’t get scared.”

Boom boom boom~

Distant fighting sounds pulled Seven’s wandering thoughts back to reality: “Huh? Something’s happening.”

The Thunder-Thunder Fruit’s speed gave Seven the confidence to come and go as he pleased—as long as that Marine slacker wasn’t around, he was the fastest thing alive.

Besides, it couldn’t possibly be this bad luck—just docking at any random harbor and running into Kizaru.

He dropped his tools and turned into a bolt of lightning, instantly flashing to the source of the noise to spy unseen.

Watching the group in white suits and white capes using Sea-Prism Stone handcuffs to restrain a man, Seven’s interest sparked.

World Government’s lapdogs, CP?

Who was the captured man?

But the CP leader seemed to sense something, suddenly turning his head toward Seven’s position.

“Kill that guy.”

“Observation Haki?” Seven didn’t flee. Instead, he casually tore a glowing blue plasma sword from the air and braced for battle.

The fact that the CP organization had ordered immediate elimination of bystanders only made him more intrigued.

What if he couldn’t win?

If he couldn’t win, he could at least run.

With the Thunder-Thunder Fruit’s speed, Seven could leave whenever he wanted—come and go as he pleased.

The World Government had sent ten CP members to capture this ability user, though Seven didn’t recognize him.

But it didn’t matter—anyone fighting the World Government got his support.

Worst case, he’d just run if things turned bad.

“Fist Bone: Impact.”

Seven shouted “Fist Bone: Impact,” but swung his plasma sword instead—his real move was Thunder Dragon, aiming for surprise.

A lightning dragon, dozens of meters long, roared toward the CP members.

“Iron Body.” Several voices shouted in unison.

Want to escape fast? Train Iron Body. The greatest lie in the pirate world: Iron Body makes you invincible—truly a dangerous deception.

Too many people mistook Iron Body’s damage reduction for complete immunity.

One strike of Thunder Dragon sent several weak CP members straight into unconsciousness.

Clearly, the World Government’s lapdog CP organization had some real skill—they hadn’t been wiped out like the Black Gorilla Pirates.

“Finger Gun.”

“Shave.”

The remaining CP members launched simultaneous attacks, turning Seven’s body into a dice—then instantly restoring it to normal.

The CP leader squinted: “Stand down. He’s a Logia Devil Fruit user.”

As he spoke, black Armament Haki coated his fists.

Before the CP leader could strike,

A crimson-black aura erupted from Seven, instantly tearing through the sky—the Conqueror’s Haki he had awakened at age eight.

Unlike Armament Haki and Observation Haki,

Conqueror’s Haki was the manifestation of royal quality, impossible to awaken through training; it strengthened only when the user’s sheer willpower grew.

Now, Seven could consciously control his Conqueror’s Haki, precisely knocking out common soldiers—perfect for clearing the field.

All the CP agents collapsed like dead men.

Only the CP leader turned pale, sweat pouring down his forehead: “Y-you… y-you…”

The Conqueror’s Haki Zhenshe had succeeded brilliantly.

After all, who could imagine a man with intermediate-level Conqueror’s Haki lacked both Armament and Observation Haki?

The other two Haki types required training and had physical and talent requirements.

Before gaining divine strength and a bottomless stomach, Seven’s physique and talent had been mediocre.

But Conqueror’s Haki was a reflection of willpower.

Seven had been born under the red flag, raised in spring winds; in this life, he was a transmigrator with a cheat system—awakening Conqueror’s Haki was effortless.

Lightning cracked across the sky, crimson-black Haki tore the heavens, Seven held a glowing, sizzling blue plasma sword—his presence was overwhelming.

But only Seven knew:

He wasn’t sure he could beat the CP leader before him, who possessed both Armament and Observation Haki.

The man had Observation Haki—he couldn’t land a hit.

The man had Armament Haki—he was nearly impossible to break through.

Unless Seven mastered the higher application of Conqueror’s Haki—Conqueror’s Haki Coating.

He was stalling, waiting for someone—why wasn’t Misan here yet?

The captain’s act was about to collapse.

“You’re a strange one,” Mihawk said, his voice arriving before he did, black sword Night slung over his back.

Seeing who it was, the CP leader demanded bitterly: “Joraul Mihawk, are you truly siding with the World Government’s enemies?”

Mihawk ignored the question, his gaze fixed on Seven: “I’m growing more curious about you.”

As everyone knows, curiosity is the beginning of surrender.

Once you become curious about someone, develop a desire to explore them, the outcome is inevitably surrender.

Seven lowered his Conqueror’s Haki and Devil Fruit power, spreading his hands: “Out here, you gotta know something.”

Transmigrating into the pirate world with no noble birth, mediocre physique and talent, and orphaned, Seven had survived alone until meeting Captain Roger.

He’d endured blood and tears.

Watching the two men ignore him, the CP leader’s eyes bulged with rage—he suddenly drew his pistol and fired at the man bound by Sea-Prism Stone handcuffs.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In a flash, Mihawk drew Night and deflected every bullet, then delivered a single casual slash, sending the CP leader flying dozens of meters and crashing to the ground, motionless.

Seven, plasma sword in hand, moved among the fallen CP members—slashing off heads, piercing hearts, and chopping off soles.

Leaving no survivors.

Mihawk sheathed Night, glancing at the man bound by Sea-Prism Stone handcuffs: “Your friend?”

Seven shook his head: “I don’t know him.”

“This isn’t a place to talk. Take him aboard first.”

In caution, Seven was unmatched on the Grand Line.

The silent mysterious man, sensing the situation perfectly, obediently followed them aboard.

“Misan, food and water?”

“Stored in the hold.”

“Then let’s go.” Seven expertly retracted the anchor, activated the ship, and set course away from Shengtingdao Harbor toward Jiayadao.

Only after entering deep sea did Seven examine the loot taken from the CP agents.

“Oi, why did the World Government arrest you?”