One Piece meme: Starting with eight extraordinary skills

"Perhaps this was instigated by the Warring States Marshal behind the scenes?"

Director Magellan pondered to himself, and the more he thought about it, the more sense it made.

How could Yang Mingcai, at his age, possibly have such profound wisdom? It must be the Warring States marshal playing a grand game!

After Anza set up the teleportation anchor point, Yang Ming checked the consumption. It only cost ten Philosopher's Stones. He didn't know how many Philosopher's Stones would be consumed if the teleportation was actually completed. This required further testing.

The more sins committed by the prisoners in the deep sea prison, and the more powerful they were, the more Philosopher's Stones are formed from their corpses and souls.

Yang Ming has already written to Marshal Zhan Guo, suggesting that he transfer prisoners held in other prisons to the Deep Sea Prison to offer blessings to a better world.

The navy is currently short-handed and is struggling to capture pirates from various regions. Fleet Admiral Sengoku is still considering the matter.

However, Yang Ming believed that the Warring States Marshal would eventually adopt his opinion.

Rather than imprisoning the captured pirates in different prisons, it would be better to concentrate them in a large deep-sea prison to prevent these prisoners from escaping.

In the original story, after the Alabasta incident, Crocodile and his Baroque Works members were arrested and imprisoned. Later, the other R members escaped from prison, leaving only Crocodile and R.1 behind. They were later transferred to Impel Down.

This glimpse reveals just how poor prison security is elsewhere.

Yang Ming took out the Dimensional Array Shangri-La and could sense that it recorded a spatial coordinate, which he could teleport to at any time.

In order to conduct experiments and tests to the greatest extent possible, Yang Ming once again boarded the three-masted sailboat and wandered around the vicinity of the deep-sea prison.

The Dimensional Array Shangri-La can teleport people and objects without needing a teleportation anchor point.

When a person is teleported to Shangri-La using the Dimensional Array without using a teleportation anchor, one Philosopher's Stone is required for every 100 kilometers between them.

If teleportation anchors are used, only one Philosopher's Stone is required for every 500 kilometers.

Once the Dimensional Array Shangri-La teleports an entire ship and all its passengers, the consumption of Philosopher's Stones will surge.

Without using teleportation anchors, for every additional ton of people and goods, ten more Philosopher's Stones will be consumed on top of the existing consumption for distances of 100 kilometers.

After using the teleportation anchor, for every additional ton of people and goods, only five more Philosopher's Stones are consumed, on top of the consumption required for a distance of 500 kilometers.

It is conceivable that with the assistance of teleportation anchors, the consumption of the Dimensional Array Shangri-La will be greatly reduced, and its efficiency will be greatly improved.

Director Magellan stared in astonishment as Yang Ming and the three-masted sailboat went in and out, as if he had been possessed.

It appears and disappears in an instant.

Director Magellan, bewildered in the wind, couldn't help but ask those around him.

"Can someone tell me I'm not dreaming?"

Deputy Warden Domino opened his mouth, unsure of what to say.

She was also confused and shocked!

After Yang Ming finished his test, Smoker and his friends finally cleaned themselves up and arrived at the location, only to find Warden Magellan and Deputy Warden Domino looking on in disbelief.

But in fact, there was someone who doubted life even more than them.

A stowaway who had sneaked into the kitchen of a three-masted sailing ship was vomiting and had diarrhea. He put his hands on the ground and his body went limp.

"Damn it, can someone tell me what happened?"

Chapter 69: Give arrogance and conceit the right kind of despair, and that is the truth.

The Grand Line is a very special sea area, located in the equator of a planet. The first half is called Paradise, and the second half is called the New World.

Because the geomagnetism, celestial phenomena, ocean currents, and air currents are unrestrained and always in a chaotic state, the scattered islands often develop their own unique features, such as summer islands with hot climates all year round, or winter islands with ice and snow all year round.

Among the myriad islands, there are always a few with distinctive characteristics that make them widely known to the world.

The islands include Daughter Island, inhabited only by women; Peach Island, the home of transvestites; Sky Island, like the abode of gods; Fishman Island, located 10,000 meters underwater; Cake Island, made up of various creams, candies, donuts, and other desserts; Zou Island, the home of the ancient Mink Tribe; the Boin Islands, which have the most diverse plant life in the world; and the Sabaody Archipelago, located at the border between Paradise and the New World.

There are only two paths from Paradise to the New World.

One option is to make a request to the World Government and then travel directly through Mary Geoise, the sacred site located at the summit of the Red Line.

Another route involves coating the ship with Yarchiman mangrove resin, diving to a depth of 10,000 meters, passing through a huge hole beneath the red earth, and then via the underwater route to Fishman Island to reach the New World.

This has created a unique geographical advantage for the Sabaody Archipelago.

Beneath the glamorous exterior of this island, where bubbles float everywhere, lies a pervasive and unspeakable slumber of sin and bloodshed.

In the Sabaody Archipelago, you can always see bounty hunters and human traffickers arm in arm, exchanging information and making deals before forming teams to go hunting. In their hunting plans, there is a very detailed list of people to be auctioned off.

Humans have 50 Berries.

The Tontatta tribe has 70 Berries.

Mink tribe, 70 Berry.

Longarm Tribe: 70 Berries.

Long-legged Tribe: 70 Berry.

The Serpent-Headed Clan: 70 Berries.

Fishmen: 100 million Berries.

Male giants have 5000 million Berries, and female giants have 1000 million Berries.

Female mermaids: 7000 million Berries, 1000 million Berries after the split; Male humans: 100 million Berries.

The prices of Ability Users and other rare species fluctuate based on demand.

Yang Ming snatched the buying and selling list from a human trafficker and couldn't help but marvel.

When humans commit evil, they tend to direct that malice at children, women, and the elderly who are weaker than themselves.

Ever since Yang Ming set foot on the Sabaody Archipelago, he has felt the undisguised malice from all sides. The unlucky human trafficker at his feet had just planned to hit Yang Ming on the back with a stick and stuff him into a sack to take him away.

The price for acquiring humans at the human auction is fixed at 30 Berries, meaning that once a human trafficker succeeds, he can easily obtain a large sum of money.

Keep in mind that a Navy private's annual income is only 20 Berries.

In other words, these human traffickers could earn the equivalent of a navy officer's income for a year and a half just by completing one transaction.

Being a naval officer is a high-risk profession; it's always a life of walking on the edge of a knife, where you never know when you might die in a hand-to-hand battle with pirates.

These human traffickers only need to keep an eye on tourists visiting the Sabaody Archipelago, and kidnap the tourists' children when the adults are not paying attention, which is enough to make a fortune.

As for where these children will eventually go?

Whether it's the World Government, certain research institutions, or even the Celestial Dragons and nobles with their peculiar tastes, they all have a strong demand for children.

"What a place that's all show and no substance!"

With a sigh from Yang Ming, a blazing flame rose from beneath his feet, burning the human trafficker to ashes amidst the trafficker's agonizing screams.

Seeing the human trafficker fall to such a state, the gazes that had been eyeing Yang Ming suddenly vanished, clearly realizing that this was not a sheep, but a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Yang Ming didn't have the time to deal with these human traffickers and bounty hunters. He knew very well that as long as Celestial Dragons and nobles existed in this world, there would be a strong demand for human slaves. Even if a group of human traffickers and bounty hunters were killed, another group of human traffickers and bounty hunters would flock to this line of work.

Yang Ming had already instructed Smoker and others to find a master craftsman to plate the bottom of the three-masted sailing ship with a layer of sea stone. At the same time, the three-masted sailing ship also needed to be refurbished and painted, and they would need to stay here for at least half a month.

When Yang Ming emerged from an alley, he had changed drastically.

With black hair and black eyes, yellow skin, and a tall stature, he was shirtless with a five-clawed golden dragon tattoo on his back. He wore an abyss mask on his face, with eerie purple soul fire swirling around his face, and his pitch-black eyes instilled a profound sense of fear.

The moment Yang Ming put on the Abyss Mask, he transformed from a sunny boy into a pirate that everyone feared.

The streets were bustling with people, and vendors on both sides of the road were loudly hawking their wares.

But the moment Yang Ming appeared on the street, the surrounding crowd immediately avoided him like the plague, their faces filled with terror.

Mysterious, dark, powerful.

This is the first impression Yang Ming gives to outsiders today.

Returning to the auction in Zone 4, Yang Ming, without waiting for the hostess to speak, took out the document he had previously signed and said:

"I consigned a three-eyed Den Den Mushi to you before, and I'm here to collect the money now."

The greeter's expression changed slightly, she bowed gently, and spoke in a sweet voice:

"Please wait a moment, esteemed guest. I will immediately inform the manager to bring your money." (Shula)

Yang Ming remained noncommittal, casually choosing a spot in the reception building and settling down on the sofa in a nonchalant manner.

On his way here, Yang Ming had already found out that the three-eyed Den Den Mushi he had previously consigned had sold for an astonishingly high price.

It is said that even the renowned scientist Vegapunk was very interested in this three-eyed Den Den Mushi and commissioned the World Government to acquire it.

As the saying goes, things are valued for their rarity. The Three-Eyed Den Den Mushi is the only known creature in the world, and the Celestial Dragons and nobles want to use it to show off their wealth to the outside world, so they all compete to bid for it.

Yang Ming originally estimated that the Three-Eyed Den Den Mushi could be auctioned for a maximum of 20 billion Berries, but he still underestimated the wealth controlled by the Celestial Dragons and nobles. In the end, the Three-Eyed Den Den Mushi was auctioned for a sky-high price of 170 billion Berries!

170 billion Baileys!

That's quite an astonishing number.

Ordinary people work from dawn till dusk and earn only tens or hundreds of thousands of Berries a year, but these Celestial Dragons and nobles can casually throw out such a large sum of wealth.

Poverty limited Yang Ming's imagination!

Just as Yang Ming was pondering, a series of hurried footsteps approached.

Yang Ming could easily determine the number of the other side just by the number of footsteps.

More than twenty bodyguards in suits had ferocious expressions on their faces. One of them reached into his clothes, pulled out a dark flintlock pistol, aimed it at Yang Ming's back, and pulled the trigger without any mercy.

"Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang..."

These state-of-the-art flintlock muskets, developed by South Sea craftsmen specially hired by the Don Quixote family, were not only capable of firing in rapid succession, but also had very little recoil.

The bodyguards emptied their guns in one go, the muzzles puffing out plumes of smoke. The sofa where Yang Ming was sitting was riddled with bullets, and smoke filled the air.

"Is someone dead?"

As the smoke cleared, the bodyguards were shocked to see Yang Ming standing unharmed in the same spot.

"How can this be?"

Yang Ming stretched his stiff neck and smiled at the group of bodyguards.

"That's really the style of pirates."

"Since you're not going to pay, don't blame me for being ruthless."

As soon as Yang Ming finished speaking, the group of bodyguards immediately lost sight of the person in front of them.