Ding! Katakuri has been shocked three times in quick succession by the host's actions. Evaluation: SS. Reward: Gold Emperor's Sunfire Lv. 2.
Ding! Stussy has been shaken by the host's actions. Evaluation: A. Reward: One set of Stussy's… intimate apparel.
Ding! Morgans has been thrilled beyond belief by the host's actions. Evaluation: A. Reward: 5 billion Berries.
Ding! Charlotte Brûlée has been shocked by the host's actions. Evaluation: A. Reward: Mirror-World Key (usable only by Mirror-Mirror Fruit wielders).
One alert after another rang out in Rorin D. Sol's mind, and he couldn't help but burst into laughter. Still, he twitched at one of the rewards."Stussy's underwear? Seriously?! What kind of perverted system is this?!"
This damned, sadistic system!
Regardless, the fact was undeniable—he had beaten Big Mom. No matter the tricks, no matter the cost, the Emperor of the Sea had fallen.
Morgans' beak twitched as he glanced sideways at Stussy, disbelief scrawled across his face. "You knew, didn't you?"
"Knew what?" she replied with a sly smile, her earlier disappointment gone, eyes now glittering with amusement. Prometheus—no, Rorin D. Sol. You've given me quite the surprise.
Morgans didn't buy a word. A woman's mouth is full of lies. He huffed. "Fine. I'll have the News Coo deliver the Devil Fruits to Happy Street."
On the battlefield, Katakuri's forehead beaded with sweat. He wanted to avenge Mama, but deep down he knew the truth: he couldn't outlast Rorin D. Sol. Not in this lifetime.
As he wrestled with the thought, Sol rose into the air, looking down on them all with a grin. "This tea party was a blast! Be sure to send me an invitation next time. Otherwise… don't blame me if I crash the party uninvited!"
Leaving those words hanging, he shrank down and flew off toward the horizon. Once out of their sensory range, in a desolate stretch of land, Sol activated his Transformation Art.
The onlookers were left gaping, speechless at the storm he'd left behind.
When he reappeared, his features sharpened into a face that looked carved from stone: strong jawline, perfectly proportioned, the kind of beauty that turned heads. His demeanor was roguish, but his eyes burned with a dangerous fire. Blood at the corner of his lips only added to the mystery.
He licked away the crimson, grimacing as the sharp pain of his misaligned organs reminded him of the price paid. While in his Sun Form he had no organs—only searing flame—but once he reverted, every injury manifested at once.
And Big Mom's strike hadn't been ordinary. Her Soul-Soul Fruit's power fused with advanced Conqueror's Haki, the kind that didn't just scare fodder but tore into the world itself. It was a miracle he was even standing.
In a shadowed alley, Sol leaned against a wall, letting his swordsman's body slowly recover. His lungs burned, his blood vessels torn, his organs displaced—but for someone with the physique of a Great Swordmaster, it was "just" internal bleeding. Give him time, and he'd bounce back.
While his body mended, Sol finally pulled treasures from his system storage. He couldn't wait any longer.
First came a blade: Ganwu Zhua, one of the Twelve Supreme Grade Swords.
The blade gleamed, its long body nearly as tall as him, gold filigree twining its hilt. Its chaotic, rippling edge promised slaughter. Any who could wield Ganwu Zhua could carve out mighty slashes with the blade's sharpness alone. No wonder it was ranked among the Twelve Supreme Blades.
Sol grinned. With this weapon, his Swordmastery, and the potential of a future Supreme Swordmaster, his name would echo across the seas.
Instead of testing it immediately, he sheathed Ganwu Zhua and slung it across his back. Unlike Mihawk, he wasn't going to stash it away. "Come on, how else am I supposed to show off? Walking around with one of the Supreme Blades on display—priceless."
He chuckled, the devilish curve of his lips paired with his chiseled face enough to make any girl swoon.
Next, he pulled out a small doll, no bigger than his palm. But he knew better than to underestimate it. This was an SSS-grade drop from Charlotte Linlin herself. No way it was ordinary.
"System, what's this do?"
Ding. The Universal Doll serves as an energy vessel for the host. It can be set with a personality and remotely controlled…
Sol stopped listening. His ears locked onto the key words: energy vessel, remote control.
Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
"This is a god-tier item! System, I freaking love you!"
With this, he could wreak havoc across the seas, shield his true identity, and never fear being cornered. A true all-rounder. He carefully stored it back away for later—this wasn't the place to test it.
Then came a small key.
"This one's from Brûlée… looks like it counters her Mirror-Mirror Fruit."
He smirked. The fruit might not be a weapon, but as a support ability it was top-tier. With this key, her tricks wouldn't touch him. Not that he was worried—Brûlée was practically a "feed me kills" NPC. Still, better safe than sorry.
He tossed the key into a corner of his storage.
Finally, his eyes landed on… something indescribable. A certain set of clothing. Stussy's "reward." He sniffed faintly. Was that perfume?
"System. Be honest with me. Do you have a second name? Something like… the Pervert System?"
Ding. This system is the Shock Value System. It scores the host based on actions that shock others, and issues rewards according to the rating.
Its flat, mechanical reply left Sol speechless.
Still, he couldn't deny it—if this bizarre, sadistic system could keep making him stronger, he'd take it.
In this world, only overwhelming strength let you do whatever the hell you wanted.
And Rorin D. Sol fully intended to do exactly that.