Angel investor in the One Piece world

What is my dream?

Johnny instinctively gripped the hem of his linen shirt, his knuckles turning bluish-white.

Johnny heard a cold snort from behind, a sound that echoed through the old butler's nose. The sound was like a steel needle piercing his spine, and Johnny trembled as if he had been electrocuted.

He hurriedly wiped his forehead and quickly said, "Some adults...yes, my dream is to become a respectable and important person!"

"An important person?"

Damian asked with great interest, "What defines a great person? A pirate emperor? Or a marine admiral? Which do you prefer?"

Johnny staggered backward, seemingly terrified just from hearing those two names. He stammered, "How...how could this be? I...I'm the kind of person..."

He glanced at Damian cautiously and said carefully, "I would be content to own a business in Loguetown."

Damian quietly looked at Johnny, or rather, at the top of Johnny's head.

The green light above his head also turned into green seeds.

It seems that this really is his dream.

Damian's lips curled into a slight smile. "In that case, let's make this dream a reality."

I'm a little curious, what kind of return will I get after achieving my investment goals?

"what?"

Johnny looked completely bewildered.

Even the old butler was quite taken aback, "Young Master?"

Damian laughed and said, "I'm a kind-hearted person, and I can't bear to see someone's ambitions go unfulfilled."

Tyrone's lips twitched slightly. He looked down at Johnny. Did this good-for-nothing deserve to have unfulfilled ambitions?

"Have Batto come over here."

Damian Road.

Tyrone bowed slightly. "I understand."

He respectfully withdrew from the office.

Johnny stared blankly at Damian.

Barto?

This name sounds familiar.

Damian, seeing Johnny sitting on pins and needles, said gently, "Sit down, Barto will be here soon."

Johnny glanced at Damian, swallowed hard, and carefully stood up. He sat down on the soft sofa with one side of his bottom, straightened his back, and placed his hands neatly on his knees, looking as obedient as a primary school student.

So what exactly is going on?

It didn't take long; about half an hour later, the office door was pushed open with a bang.

A man burst in, looking quite boisterous. "Boss! You wanted to see me? Are you here to get rid of those guys down there?"

"No need for that."

Damian looked at the newcomer and smiled, "Barto, do me a favor."

The newcomer had a green rooster-like hairstyle, a nose ring, and sharp fangs. His face looked like a demon, but he had a silly air about him.

Upon seeing this person, Johnny's face instantly froze, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

Even someone like him, who had only recently arrived in Loguetown, knew this man!

Bartolomeo!

The leader of the Barto Club, a big shot who commands the underworld of Loguetown, is a terrifying figure that small thugs like them can't even look up to!

What terrified Johnny the most was that this kingpin of Loguetown's underworld patted his chest and grinned as he told Damian, "What's this talk of helping each other? Your business is my business!"

Johnny felt like he was about to faint.

Who did I offend?

Damian looked at Bartolomeo, who had a purple light above his head. "Bartolomeo, this is Johnny, a dreamer. He wants to own a property in Loguetown. Help him out."

Over the past twenty years, Damian has certainly not spent all his time training.

Bartolomeo, a character from the original work who was born and raised in Loguetown, had naturally been won over by him long ago.

Although this guy is incredibly capable and has a cruel personality, he's actually quite stubborn. Damian didn't have to put in much effort to become his most admired older brother.

Bartolomeo's ability to dominate the underworld of Loguetown was due not only to his own formidable skills, but also to the financial support of the Moretti family.

Otherwise, if he wants to become the underground king of Loguetown, he will have to wait at least two more years.

"Oh?"

Bartolomeo looked at Johnny with curiosity.

Johnny was so nervous he barely dared to breathe, his eyes lowered trembling, large beads of sweat sliding down his forehead one after another.

"dreamer?"

Bartolomeo was quite disdainful of this look, but he still chuckled, "Since it's your idea, brother, then of course I have no problem with it!"

"Hey, Johnny, right?"

Johnny shuddered. "Bartolomeo, boss!"

What are you good at?

Bartolomeo was straightforward.

"I……"

Johnny paused for a moment, hesitated for a long time, and then said somewhat embarrassedly, "Cooking skills, I... I used to be a chef..."

Bartolomeo thought for a moment, then quickly said, "Alright, the club has a restaurant in the port area, you'll be in charge of managing it."

"Really? Really?"

Johnny, who had been extremely arrogant before, was now cowering like a quail after being taken to Damian's office, which was hard to believe.

Is it really okay to just hand over a restaurant to yourself like this?

"You don't believe me?"

Bartolomeo glared at him fiercely.

Johnny immediately bowed repeatedly in terror, "Of course I wouldn't dare! I'm sorry, Boss Barto!"

It's no wonder he was timid; Bartolomeo had a bad reputation in the underworld because he was too brutal, and many people even called him a cannibal.

Despite his fear, Johnny couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

Did his dream come true so easily?

It was at this moment that Damian saw the seed on Johnny's head rapidly taking root and sprouting, then growing a stem, from which a flower bud grew. The flower bud quickly blossomed into a flower, and finally, as the petals fell, a heavy fruit was revealed before Damian.

The fruit exploded in an instant, turning into specks of green light.

Damian suddenly felt something new in his mind.

His expression turned somewhat strange.

[Ding! You've received a rebate: Basic Cooking Skills Guide (redeemable).]

Is that so?

extract.

Damian silently prayed to himself.

In the next instant, from the most basic knife skills to advanced frying, stir-frying, and deep-frying, a wealth of culinary knowledge has taken root in my mind.

Because he was a chef, he acquired culinary skills? Then, are the rewards he received related to the investor himself?

Let's test it again.

Damian looked at Bartolomeo. "Bartolomeo, speaking of which, I haven't asked you yet what your dream is?"

"dream?"

Bartolomeo tilted his head in surprise. "Brother, why are you suddenly bringing this up? But if I had to say, hey!"

An excited smile spread across his face. "Of course, I'll follow you, Big Brother! I knew since I was a child that all I needed to do was follow behind you!"

Damian was slightly taken aback, because he saw the seed on Bartolomeo's head rapidly taking root and sprouting, and in just a few breaths it had turned into a small tree, and a large fruit was successfully conceived and born.

[Ding! You have received a rebate: Paramecia-type Puppet Fruit (extractable).]

Puppet Fruit?

Does that mean the investment task is now complete?

Damian's lips curled into a smile.

Barto, you truly are my good brother.

As a Paramecia-type Devil Fruit user, Bartolomeo's return to himself is a Paramecia-type Devil Fruit. So, it seems that the return is indeed related to the investor?

"Is that so?"

Damian nodded with a smile, "Then you'd better not fall behind."

"certainly!"

Bartolomeo laughed heartily.

During their conversation, Damian noticed that neither Johnny nor Bartolomeo had the glowing aura that symbolized their status as investors anymore.

In other words, each person can only invest once?

Or will it be restored in the future?

Damian didn't know.

All he knew was that with the system, his ambition could burn even brighter!

Damian smiled at Johnny, who was still immersed in joy. "Johnny, I've helped you achieve your dream, so shouldn't you do me a favor too?"