Angel investor in the One Piece world

At the main gate of the naval base, the fat captain still fawned over Damian and his companion as he saw them off.

He rubbed his hands together like a fly, "Mr. Damian, hehe... do you think I could apply for your Dream Foundation? Actually, I have a dream too, don't I?"

Damian glanced at him. "The doors of the Dream Foundation are open to everyone. No sincere dream should be let down."

The portly captain's cheeks flushed instantly, and he nodded repeatedly with a grin, "Understood, understood!"

Damian chuckled softly.

This guy is quite dedicated; he never hesitates to help when asked. It wouldn't hurt to give him a little something in return.

The portly captain escorted the two men to the carriage, saying repeatedly, "If you ever need anything, just let me know, and I'll take care of it perfectly."

Damian replied gently, "Then I look forward to it."

Let alone a captain in the Navy Headquarters, even a piece of toilet paper can come in handy sometimes.

"Are you good at making friends?"

As soon as I sat down in the carriage, I was met with a curious look from Kuina. "Was that how you traded it just now?"

This is the first time I've seen a way of making friends that leaves people looking utterly dejected.

There will always be people in the world who cannot face their own hearts.

Damian casually remarked, "At times like these, someone needs to lend a hand."

Kuina couldn't help but smile.

Damian always has his own twisted logic.

But has this guy really gotten to this point? Even a colonel from the Navy Headquarters can only dance in his palm.

"Get a good rest tonight."

Damian said, "We'll set off tomorrow."

I can't wait any longer.

What criteria does the system use to determine the level of the invested role?

Strength?

Or is it its importance in the original work?

If it were a matter of skill, Guina might not have been able to defeat Colonel James.

However, Kuina was purple, while the old colonel was a lower-ranking shade of blue.

So, if it's the latter, then it's quite interesting.

What level would Nami, one of the original three members of the main group in the original work, be?

Orange? Or gold? Or even the highest grade of red?

It's something to look forward to.

Although he would be leaving Loguetown for a while, Damian was not worried at all.

Uncle Tyrone will manage the family business, with Barto secretly in charge and the navy openly involved. No one in Loguetown can shake the Moretti family.

The next day, a ship set sail from the port of Rogge, heading straight towards the village of Cocoa West.

"Why not travel by warship?"

The old colonel, who had changed into civilian clothes, stood on the deck, looking quite puzzled.

The ship they were on was not a naval warship, but an armed merchant ship owned by the Moretti family.

The Moretti Caravan is quite well-known throughout the East Blue. It is a large fleet consisting of more than a dozen armed merchant ships. Looking at the entire East Blue, only the Krieg Pirates have the strength to provoke them.

Even so, the Moretti family's armed merchant ships are certainly no match for warships.

Both its firepower and speed of travel were significantly inferior.

"Of course, it's to avoid alerting the enemy."

Damian was lounging on a deck chair under a parasol, flipping through a book, looking just like he was on vacation.

"To stir up trouble?"

The old colonel frowned.

Is there anyone in the East China Sea that this man should be wary of?

With this guy's strength, as long as he doesn't encounter any high-ranking officers from headquarters or the Seven Warlords of the Sea, he could roam freely even in the first half of the Grand Line, right?

"Never mind, Colonel,"

Damian said calmly, "Just do as I say, and soon Lieutenant Riel will receive a great reward."

We need to find Nami first.

Otherwise, there might be an awkward situation where all the mission objectives have been achieved, but no new mission has been received.

"..."

Colonel James remained silent; he no longer had the ability to stand up to Damian.

I could only silently walk to the side and pretend to look at the sea.

"Dad?"

Lieutenant Riel, who was traveling with them, was not a slow-witted person, and he naturally realized that something was wrong.

How could his proud father be so humble in front of Damian?

The old colonel managed a weak smile. "Riere, you'd better seize this opportunity."

The young lieutenant silently clenched his fist.

What exactly did Damian do?

As the father and son were caught in this complex emotional state, Damian's peripheral vision was filled with darkness.

He looked up and saw Kuina standing in front of him, dressed in a white kendo uniform with black ki.

All of this girl's clothes are kendo uniforms, the only differences being the style and color.

"It's so boring."

The girl, sword in hand, said, "Damian, let's spar."

Damian calmly withdrew his gaze, moved the book in his hand up a little, blocking Guina's view.

The book was snatched away in the next instant.

The girl leaned down, her exquisite face, which, despite having endured two years of sea frost, remained fair and smooth, looking down at Damian. "Don't ignore me."

Damian sighed helplessly.

Strictly speaking, he didn't like fighting, and he disliked training even more.

Damian was a man who loved to indulge in the finest things: the most expensive clothes, the most exquisite jewelry, the most luxurious estates, the most delicious cuisine, and the most beautiful women.

For this voyage, Damian even brought his family's chef and the maid who was responsible for taking care of him.

It's just that this world is too crazy; the weak don't even have the right to choose how they die.

That's why Damian has never stopped getting stronger.

Sparring with Kuina wouldn't make him stronger, so Damian wasn't interested.

Damian sat up straight, and the distance between him and Guina, who was leaning down, suddenly closed, their faces almost touching.

However, the dignified female swordswoman showed no reaction to this, and simply straightened up calmly.

"Let's skip the friendly sparring and do something more meaningful."

Damian waved to the father and son not far away. "Colonel, can I ask you for a favor?"

"..."

Riel clenched his fists immediately.

With this attitude, what does he take his father for?

Is he a pet that comes when summoned and goes when dismissed?

The old colonel simply patted his son on the shoulder, strode over, and asked, "What is it?"

Damian laughed and said, "Colonel, you know the Six Powers, right? Teach us."

"Hey! Damian! Do you know what you're saying?"

Riel finally lost his temper. "The Six Styles are a government secret!"

"Six Styles?"

Kuina frowned slightly. "What is that?"

Just as if he hadn't heard Riel's rebuke, Damian smiled and explained to his childhood friend, "That's a superhuman technique passed down within the World Government. There are six moves in total. If you can master all six, you will have power comparable to a Devil Fruit user."

"Yeah?"

Kuina immediately became interested.

Although she is a swordswoman, she does not rule out becoming stronger in other ways.

"Hey! Damian!"

Riel, feeling ignored, grew even angrier and stepped forward, about to say something.

Snapped!

Riel was slapped to the ground with a sharp pain in his cheek.

He covered his face in shock, staring at his father in disbelief. "Dad? What are you doing?"

"Calm down."

The old colonel glanced at his son, then looked at Damian. "I only know three moves: shave, finger gun, and iron block."

"That's more than enough!"

Damian snapped his fingers cheerfully. "Strictly speaking, the iron block is enough."

Although it's jokingly said that the CP (couple) died from the iron block, this move is actually the most useful of the six styles.

Damian looked at Kuina and said with a smile, "Iron Body is a very special technique among the Six Powers. Once you master this technique to a certain level, it will evolve into Armament Haki!"

Although Jinbe said in the original work that iron body is Armament Haki, it is clear that ordinary iron body cannot reach that level.

"oh!"

Kuina's eyes lit up instantly. "You said that domineering aura is the power that transcends everything!"

"Then what are we waiting for?"

The girl, who had always appeared quite aloof, suddenly had a fervent glint in her eyes. "Let's begin!"

The old colonel nodded.

"The Six Styles are not simple physical techniques; they require a high level of physical skill and technique. I can teach you, but it won't be easy to learn them."