[Observation Haki: 5,000 points]
[Armament Haki: 5,000 points]
The 5,000-point price tag for the two types of Haki in the platform mall made Seven suppress his urge to buy a flying cloak.
A cloak was certainly cool, but compared to the two types of Haki, it was ultimately just an external object.
"I'm going to be the world's strongest man; I absolutely cannot become a negative example like Crocodile."
A dignified Shichibukai like Crocodile, in his pursuit of Ancient Weapons, actually neglected his Haki training and was somehow defeated by Luffy, who had just set out to sea and didn't have any Haki at all.
It's simply a disgrace to Logia users.
"Better to train for a while first. If I can awaken the two types of Haki through training, I'll buy the flying cloak and the bamboo copter then."
There was no helping it; Seven was just poor.
If Seven had a million points right now, he would definitely push the three types of Haki to their limits and buy whatever he wanted.
But since he was poor, he had to live like a poor man.
Through the items sold and bought by the post-apocalyptic user, Seven had a general understanding of their situation.
Over a month ago, the post-apocalyptic guy was still asking for food and water; now he was buying Water Dials and laser sea slugs.
He was probably in a similar situation to Seven, having only recently activated the system.
He definitely didn't have many spare points either.
On the Myriad Worlds Trading Platform, the wealthiest in points was none other than the Warhammer World user, who didn't hesitate to spend tens of thousands of points on high bounties for Momonosuke, the King of Deserters, and Sando Ge.
He simply didn't treat points like points.
The King of Deserters hadn't even been born yet.
As for Momonosuke... Oden was still alive now, so Seven decided to visit Wano Country in four years. When Oden was killed by Kaido, he would personally take out Momonosuke.
Compared to ten thousand points...
The slight friendship with Oden from the Roger Pirates was completely negligible.
Who told that father and son to be... so disgustingly stupid.
After washing up and changing into new clothes, Seven walked slowly toward the banquet hall with his hands in his pockets.
"A pity I don't know what Brother Warhammer is lacking, otherwise I could sell items specifically targeted at him."
The circumstances of different people were ultimately different. The points Seven desperately needed were so abundant for the wealthy Warhammer guy that he couldn't spend them all.
As for that simpleton on the continent of Teyvat, he not only had a goddess for a wife but also a goddess for a sister-in-law.
He's lived to be the epitome of a transmigrator.
When Seven stepped into the banquet hall, unlike the friendly respect shown by the Skypiean warriors, the resistance of some local Sky Island natives was written all over their faces.
Seven didn't care much about this.
He almost wished these people would start shouting right away:
["On the soil of Sky Island, we, the people of Sky Island, have become second-class citizens! Brothers, guns in hand, follow me!!"]
That way, Seven could show his iron-blooded side.
Those who dare to resist, leave none alive!
The so-called banquet hall was much like the open-air barbecues from Seven's previous life. Amidst the cheers of the Great Skypiean Warrior Kalpa and the former God of Sky Island, Gan Fall, Seven took the seat of honor.
"Today, we are gathered here."
Seven raised his glass: "To celebrate this hard-won peace. This toast is to peace!"
"To peace!"
"To peace!"
Overall, the Sky Island natives who were dissatisfied with the new God of Sky Island were still in the minority.
Most people had no choice but to go with the flow.
The two tribes had fought for four hundred years. With Gan Fall's deliberate promotion, the call for peaceful coexistence had already spread between the two tribes years ago.
One could only say that Seven had stolen the fruits of their labor.
Glass after glass, the warriors of the two tribes drank and ate heartily, and the atmosphere gradually became lively.
Around the crackling bonfire, Kalpa and Gan Fall led their people in the Skypiean dance to worship the Sun God.
And when Seven took out a guitar to accompany them...
Mihawk almost spat out his drink. He really wanted to know: Is there anything you can't do?
"This guy is a one-man crew!"
Exquisite cooking, steering the ship, drawing sea charts, making Log Poses, repairing ships, playing the guitar... except for not being able to swim, he was practically omnipotent.
At the invitation of a Sky Island girl, Seven also joined the dancing crowd.
Deng-da-da-da~ Deng-da-da-da~
The sacrificial dance, which resembled the Nika Dance—how to describe it? Before dancing, it seemed childish, but while dancing, it was pure joy.
"Deng-da-da-da~ Deng-da-da-da~"
The older warriors of the two tribes couldn't help but burst into tears watching this scene. Some even joined in, following the rhythm Seven hummed.
Peace is never just about words; it must be proven with actual actions to show the determination for peace.
The doctor didn't join, but his face clearly showed he was tempted.
Mihawk didn't enter the dance floor, but his toes involuntarily tapped along to the rhythm until a certain figure appeared. Mihawk suddenly stood up... Kizaru flew from the sea to Sky Island, and this was the scene that met his eyes—
Barzeb Seven, whom the World Government ordered to be captured alive, was dancing the Nika Dance with a group of men, women, young, and old who had small wings on their backs.
Sensing the electric waves transmitted through the air, Seven looked up in surprise. Seeing who it was, he didn't panic, but instead smiled and raised his glass.
"Come down and have a drink."
This upcoming battle was likely unavoidable.
But before the fight, Seven decided to set a trap. He had Gan Fall use a Picture Shell to take a photo of him and Kizaru drinking together.
Kizaru hovered in mid-air, a look of deep astonishment flashing across his face: This guy was actually inviting him down for a drink?
Well then.
In two days, he had crossed more than half of Paradise from Marineford and spent a long time searching the waters near Sandy Island and Jaya Island.
He was indeed a bit thirsty.
Kizaru sat down opposite Mihawk.
"Dracule Mihawk, why would a man like you be with Beelzebul?"
Mihawk poured himself some wine, and his casual words caused the smile on Kizaru's face to instantly stiffen.
"He is my Captain."
"Nani?!"
Kizaru smacked his lips.
He felt that the intelligence systems of the World Government and the Marines were simply a bunch of useless fools. They hadn't received even a hint of such an important matter.
Actually, from the moment he saw Mihawk, Kizaru understood: things were going to be a bit difficult.
The goal of this trip—
The former Roger Pirates member Beelzebul, who possessed the qualities of a king and had eaten the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, which was comparable to the Glint-Glint Fruit.
The other prisoner didn't seem very important.
The World Government hadn't made any extra demands; they only required the target to be captured alive.
And now there was the unexpected presence of Mihawk.
Plus the island existing ten thousand meters in the sky and the local races living on it—everything was happening at once.
What a mess.
While Kizaru and Mihawk were talking, Seven had already instructed Gan Fall and Kalpa to lead their people away, while also taking a photo of him and Kizaru drinking together.
Facing the future Marine Admiral Kizaru, Seven had to try every method he could think of.
Whether he could blackmail him was one thing.
Whether he tried was another.
Seven sat down next to Mihawk and raised his glass: "A guest from afar, Mr. Borsalino."
"I'll toast to you."