"Jihahahaha!" Golden Lion Shiki forced his way through the dense crowd.
The once-infamous Flying Pirates Admiral, with a bounty in the billions, was smiling so widely his face resembled a blooming chrysanthemum. His legs, fully healed thanks to the system, stomped heavily against the ground.
"Manager, what kind of nonsense are you sprouting?!" Shiki bellowed righteously, pounding his chest with extreme dramatic flair. "Even if I were to gather those so-called Infinity Stones in the dungeon, I would never dare hold even an ounce of disrespect toward you! The very first thing I'd do with that gauntlet is bring it back with both hands and place it right on your bar!"
"If anyone dares try and use that thing against you, I'll be the first to stare them to death with my Mangekyo Sharingan!"
The crowd stared in utter disbelief. Was this truly the same Golden Lion who once arrogantly stormed Marine Headquarters solo? Even Sengoku felt his face flush with secondhand embarrassment for his former arch-nemesis.
But before Sengoku could fully process his disgust, an even larger shadow brutally shoved Shiki aside.
"Get lost, you hypocritical old ghost!" Kaido roared, his massive frame dropping to one knee with a tremendous thud that pulverized the paving stones beneath him.
"Manager! I, Kaido, am the Head of Security for this tavern! I am your man in life, and your ghost in death! Forget the Infinity Stones, forget rewriting reality—all of that is fake! The only true power is the strength you bestow upon us!"
Kaido's massive, bell-like eyes were wide open, his face radiating extreme, absolute loyalty.
"As soon as I drop into that dungeon, I swear I'll snatch all six of those broken rocks and bring them straight to you! If anyone gets any funny ideas, I'll smash their skull in with my club!"
Hiding behind the apple tree, Luffy was so shocked his meat dropped out of his mouth.
"Ace, that big guy with the horns is entirely shameless."
Ace nodded vigorously in deep agreement.
Sabo, meanwhile, pulled out a small notebook and meticulously wrote down both Kaido and Shiki's speeches word-for-word, thinking they might be highly useful later.
Watching these two remnants of the old era desperately competing to kiss his boots, Blake nearly laughed out loud.
Their survival instincts were shockingly sharp. They both knew that even with the Infinity Gauntlet, defeating Blake wasn't a guarantee.
If they showed even a hint of rebellion right now, they'd instantly lose their entry qualifications, or worse, be chucked directly into the Calm Belt to feed the fish.
Blake waved a hand, cutting off their overly dramatic performances.
"Alright, save the flattery. Since I'm putting this dungeon out there, I'm not afraid of you grabbing the stones. The only question is whether you actually have the skills to pull it off."
Setting his empty glass on the barrel, his tone shifted to strict business.
"Advanced Team Dungeon. The entry fee is 100 million Beri or an equivalent Devil Fruit. Unlimited slots. Anyone who wants in can pay up right now."
The clearing exploded into motion. While 100 million Beri was an astronomical sum to average pirates, to the monsters gathered here, it was practically pocket change.
Sengoku stepped up first. Pulling a heavy cloth sack from his coat pocket, he violently slammed it onto the bar.
The sack spilled open, revealing over a dozen uniquely shaped Devil Fruits and a massive Marine Headquarters-approved bank draft worth ten billion Beri.
"The Marines demand fifty slots!" Sengoku declared, pointing to the three Admirals and Garp behind him.
To safeguard the World Government's absolute bottom line, he had essentially drained the Marines' entire treasury vault.
Blake scanned the loot and nodded in satisfaction.
Not to be outdone, Whitebeard slammed the butt of Murakumogiri heavily against the ground.
On cue, Marco struggled forward, carrying several massive iron chests. When opened, they revealed blinding piles of exquisite treasure and several rare Devil Fruits.
"The Whitebeard Pirates will take ten spots!" Whitebeard laughed heroically.
He had liquidated almost his entire fortune, but for the chance to seize reality-altering power, the price was irrelevant.
Red-Haired Shanks rubbed the shoulder of his missing arm and shot a look at Benn Beckman.
Remaining completely stoic, Beckman produced an unregistered black card issued by the World Government.
"The Red-Haired Pirates. Everyone's going in." Shanks smiled easily, though the burning ambition in his eyes matched everyone else's.
Adjusting his pink shades, Doflamingo bypassed the pleasantries, dumping several crates of solid gold bricks—pure profit from his underworld arms deals—onto the counter.
"Fufufufu, the Donquixote Family will join this little party as well."
Kaido was the most aggressive of all. He simply reached into his coat and dumped a massive handful of Zoan-type Devil Fruits onto the bar.
"Your boss is buying four slots! King, Queen, Jack, get your asses over here!" he bellowed.
At his roar, the Beasts Pirates' three All-Stars—King the Conflagration (bounty 1.39 billion), Queen the Plague (bounty 1.32 billion), and Jack the Drought (bounty 1 billion)—scrambled over in a panicked rush.
In less than ten minutes, the bar was overflowing with gleaming treasures and Devil Fruits. As Blake mentally tallied the haul, his system notifications chimed non-stop. He was making an absolute killing.
"Excellent," Blake said.
He snapped his fingers, and the system instantly vacuumed all the wealth into his spatial storage. He looked out at the sea of heavy-hitters, all of whom were practically salivating with eagerness.
"Before you enter, a word of warning. The sheer vastness of this universe goes far beyond your comprehension. It's not just a collection of countless planets; the timeline itself is highly complex. Therefore, you won't all be spawning in the same location."
The crowd froze.
Sengoku frowned deeply, his tone heavy.
"What do you mean? We're being forcibly separated?"
Blake nodded.
"Correct. You will be randomly scattered across different galaxies, and perhaps even different points in time."
"Some of you might drop into Asgard, a place crawling with self-proclaimed gods. Some might end up in Knowhere, a black market built inside the severed head of a massive Celestial. Others might be thrown back to Earth several decades in the past."
A wicked, playful edge crept into Blake's voice.
"You'll have to lay low, build your strength, and hunt for clues regarding the Infinity Stones within your respective timelines and planets."
"But don't worry. When the Infinity War truly erupts, the gravity of destiny will pull all of you onto the exact same battlefield. Regardless of which timeline you start in, you will all converge at the final battleground. Only those who survive until the end will earn the right to fight over those six stones."
Garp cracked his knuckles loudly.
"To hell with timelines! I'll just smash every enemy I see into orbit!"
Akainu lowered his cap, his voice dripping with absolute coldness.
"The execution of Justice will not falter, regardless of distance or time."
Blake smiled.
This was exactly the chaos he wanted. Tossing these lawless, overpowered freaks into the far corners of the Marvel universe and letting them rip the plot completely apart sounded vastly more entertaining than watching any movie.
"If there are no objections, then prepare for departure."
Blake raised his hand, and a massive spatial portal materialized mid-air, its interior swirling with the deep, majestic light of infinite stars.
"Good luck."
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