Thanks to Gaban-san's network in Elbaf, and Orin's own overwhelming power and status,
The giants didn't show any hostility—in fact, by the end, they even warmly invited Orin to visit Elbaf again.
Orin naturally agreed without hesitation. He would definitely return someday, just not right now—
He still had a lot on his plate.
Under the strange gazes of Dragon and Vegapunk from afar, Orin quickly bonded with the giants.
Thanks to his exceptional emotional intelligence and tongue, he and Gerd hit it off almost immediately.
Eventually, this wild and uninhibited female warrior even pulled Orin into her arms, burying his entire head into her chest—he could barely breathe.
Orin could've resisted,
But why would he?
That said, the giants had come here on a mission, after all, so Orin didn't waste too much time.
Before leaving, he gave a simple reminder:
"Tell Saul not to worry about little Robin. She's doing just fine now."
...
After saying goodbye to the giants, Orin turned around and returned to Dragon and Vegapunk's side.
Standing near them was a cold and stoic young man carrying a black blade on his back.
"Sorry about that… Mihawk, I forgot to bring you and the ship along when I teleported earlier."
In response, Mihawk simply crossed his arms and closed his eyes silently, not even bothering to argue with Orin.
The group strolled across the now desolate ruins of Ohara. Dragon, eyeing the approaching Orin and Mihawk warily, couldn't hold back his question:
"So... what business does someone like you have with us?"
He asked while carefully watching Orin's expression, his tone grave.
"Just a small matter."
As they reached a flat patch of land in Ohara's ruins, a massive stone block suddenly appeared behind Orin, and he casually sat down upon it.
Orin chuckled lightly:
"I just heard that one of your subordinates has a rather interesting ability."
"You mean…"
"Yeah. The Okama King, Emporio Ivankov."
At Orin's words, Dragon suddenly grew agitated and said with righteous conviction:
"Ivankov is my comrade. I absolutely won't hand him over to you!"
The moment Dragon's hands were coated in Armament Haki, and wisps of green wind swirled around him, Mihawk drew Yoru from his back, poised to unleash a slash that could level the landscape.
"Relax, will you…"
But Orin simply waved his hand calmly.
"I never said I was taking him away. I just need to clarify something."
Maybe it was because Orin showed no hostility, or perhaps it was the subtle glance Vegapunk gave him, but Dragon ultimately eased back, letting the power in his hands dissipate.
"I'm not some evil pirate—you don't need to be so tense. Sure, I'm confident I could overpower you by force, but what's the point? I'm not looking to make enemies for no reason."
Then—
Orin snapped his fingers with a grin.
Dozens of treasure chests appeared in front of them, densely packed and all flung open—
Inside lay stacks upon stacks of Belly, glinting so brightly it was hard to keep your eyes open.
"This..."
Seeing Orin's nonchalant demeanor, Dragon's eyelid twitched. He glanced at Vegapunk, who was sticking out his tongue beside him, and stepped forward.
He pulled out a random stack of Belly from one of the chests. All notes were marked with the highest denominations,
Brand new, freshly printed—still reeking of that pungent factory ink.
Though the smell was sharp,
To Dragon, it was more fragrant than the finest gourmet dish.
The Revolutionary Army was dirt poor!
Off to the side, Vegapunk's eyes were also glowing.
Sure, he had access to funding under the World Government, but that came with heavy restrictions.
If not for Dragon's territory being dead broke, he wouldn't have to moonlight for the World Government at all.
After all, what kind of scientist doesn't love funding?
Without money, even the sharpest mind is useless—no genius can cook without rice.
"I, Orin, lack many things—but money isn't one of them."
Seeing the light in their eyes, Orin raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
Crossing one leg over the other, a thick stack of cash appeared in his hand, which he then casually tossed into the air, letting the wind scatter it without a care.
The sight made Dragon's eyes go wide and his teeth itch!
Damn it! That handful he just threw away must've been worth at least a few hundred thousand Belly!!!
Immediately, Dragon used his powers to blow the scattered bills back toward him with the wind.
But Orin remained completely unfazed.
Because, as he always said—once you've gained control of the world's entertainment, gambling, funeral services, special services, logistics, media, loaning, storage, weapons, and intermediary industries...
You'll discover something magical:
Money becomes practically infinite!
Even without owning the entire underground world yet, just with the assets controlled by Morgans, Sammi, Doflamingo, and others—
Orin was already a bonafide trillionaire, possibly even more.
And once the rest of those big names joined him, that number would skyrocket several times over.
With the power of the entire underground at his fingertips,
It was only natural that his money would never run out!
"I know you guys are broke, so just consider these treasure chests an investment."
Upon hearing that, before Dragon could even express joy, Orin crossed his legs and said in a tone that treated money like dirt:
"But of course, there are conditions."
With a snap of his fingers, all the treasure chests slammed shut, locks clicking firmly in place.
There's no such thing as a free lunch—
And if there is, it probably has rat poison in it.
Dragon seemed to have anticipated this and quietly waited for Orin to continue.
"I want Ivankov to be forbidden from performing any gender reassignment surgeries without my permission, and he must operate unconditionally on the people I provide."
Hearing the condition, Dragon was momentarily stunned.
No...
It wasn't that he couldn't accept it—on the contrary, it was almost too acceptable…
That's it?
He was actually a bit thrilled. Ivankov's ability, which he hadn't considered very noteworthy, could actually bring in such an investment for the Revolutionary Army?
"I can agree to that on Ivankov's behalf!" Dragon quickly responded, worried Orin might change his mind.
Not only would they get the money, they'd also establish ties with someone this powerful. For the Revolutionary Army, it was all upside!
"Don't get too happy just yet."
Orin narrowed his eyes.
"Of course, if I find out he secretly performed any surgeries, the consequences will be severe. Disbanding your group would be the least of it."
Meanwhile—
Vegapunk, who had witnessed everything, stuck out his tongue and sighed inwardly.
Dragon's still too young.
Letting someone seize your economic lifeline… enjoying the benefits now means paying the price later.
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