One Piece: I'm a Hunter on the Grand Line

As expected, Yelena slowly walked to the warehouse door. The people outside only glanced at her and then paid no more attention to her.

The warehouse was not spacious; wooden crates were piled up on both sides, and apart from the auction stage, only the center of the warehouse had been cleared out.

There were seven rows of seats, with the last four rows full of people, while there were plenty of empty seats in the front.

On the floor at the very back sat a huge, fat man... well, not exactly fat, just a bit round-faced.

The man's body was bulging with muscles, and even his most bulging belly showed no softness.

Yelena's eyes flickered slightly; this guy's strength was clearly considerable.

She walked past the fat man, her gaze settling on the middle of the last row, her eyebrows raised slightly.

She had suspected this person might be interested when she first heard about the Devil Fruit trade on the island, and sure enough, he showed up.

Captain White Bear.

Noticing someone watching him, the polar bear, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them!

White robe?

do not know.

Upon seeing this attire, the polar bear suddenly remembered the black-robed hunter who had killed his companion, and his eyes immediately flashed with a fierce light.

If that person dares to show up in front of him, he will definitely take action himself and tear that guy to shreds!

"I didn't expect to have guests. Please find a seat; the auction is about to begin."

Upon hearing the auctioneer's words, Yelena nodded casually and, to everyone's surprise, walked straight to the first row and sat down in the center.

She likes to sit in the front, for convenience.

Yelena had barely sat down when the auctioneer's voice rang out again.

"Welcome everyone to the Devil Fruit Auction. Before we officially begin, I want to remind you all: don't forget who the owner is behind the scenes. If anyone dares to break the rules, that person won't let them off the hook!"

The auctioneer pretended to adjust the pattern on his clothes, showing it to everyone.

Inside the circular outline is a grinning face, with a diagonal line running from the upper left to the lower right through the middle.

This is the emblem of the Don Quixote family.

"The Seven Warlords of the Sea!"

"The underground black market has such a powerful background!"

Hearing the gasps from the audience, the auctioneer smiled smugly; now no one should dare to cause trouble.

"Now, let's bring out the first and only item to be auctioned!"

"A gift from the sea, the legendary Devil Fruit! Paramecia type - the Shield-Shield Fruit!"

"After consuming it, you will become a shield-protected being with absolute defense. Bullets, cannons, swords—no matter what kind of attack you receive, it will have no effect!"

"Starting bid is 100 million Berries, with each bid increment no less than 10 million Berries!"

Under the auctioneer's direction, the black market guard carried an exquisitely crafted wooden box to the auction stage.

Open the lid, and inside is a strange fruit that resembles a honeydew melon in shape, with a shield-shaped skin.

Yelena pursed her lips. After all that buildup, she had expected some kind of awesome Devil Fruit to appear.

The result is a hyposupposition of the barrier fruit.

Absolute defense?

That's quite the boaster.

However, this fruit's power is not weak. If Devil Fruits had levels, it should be on the same level as the Quick-Slash Fruit.

A knife, a shield.

With the tools at her disposal, Yelena didn't plan to consume the Devil Fruit directly and wasn't very interested in it.

Polar bears also showed little interest.

"Hey! Why is it a Paramecia type? Didn't you guys sell Zoan type last time? I want a Zoan type!"

An expression of displeasure flashed across the auctioneer's face. How dare a mere pirate from the North Blue yell at him, an important subordinate of the Seven Warlords of the Sea? He was truly courting death!

Just as I was about to reprimand him, I looked up and met the polar bear's fierce eyes, and my heart started pounding.

Forget it, I won't bother with these low-level pirates.

The auctioneer wiped the cold sweat from his brow and explained earnestly, "Zoan-type Devil Fruits will no longer appear on the black market. A year ago, orders came from above that all Zoan-type Devil Fruits collected thereafter must be sent to the Grand Line!"

"Why didn't you say so earlier? You wasted my time!" White Bear cursed as he got up.

Just as he was about to walk outside, his first mate grabbed his pants.

The first mate cursed inwardly: Damn it, if you don't want it, I do! Don't underestimate the Superhuman class!

"Since we're already here, let's take a picture of it. The Shield-Shield Fruit sounds incredibly powerful."

Seeing the first mate's expectant look, Polar Bear thought it made sense; they were already here.

I'm a Devil Fruit user, and the vice-captain is still naked. Let's just consider it as increasing the strength of the pirate crew. We can't just do things according to personal preferences.

"One hundred and ten million!" Seeing that the captain had agreed, the first mate hurriedly called out the price.

"One hundred and twenty million!"

"..."

"One hundred and seventy million!"

The sound of bidding gradually rose from the audience.

The first mate stood up and shouted, "One hundred and eighty million!"

"I'm determined to get this fruit, so please give the White Bear Pirates some face!"

He glanced at the other bidders, his eyes filled with threat.

As soon as the words were spoken, a customer who intended to continue bidding opened his mouth, but no matter what, he didn't dare to shout it out.

Polar Bear is a notorious pirate with a bounty of 100 million; who would dare to mess with him?

"One hundred and ninety million."

Naturally there is.

The voice came from the edge of the fourth row. It was a person in military uniform. Everyone guessed that the person might be an officer from some country.

"I'll offer two hundred million."

The polar bear spoke, and unlike the first mate's shouting, his tone was very calm.

He just kept staring intently at the man in military uniform who was showing him no respect.

The auctioneer also looked at the fourth row, his eyes full of encouragement.

Hurry up and raise the price, don't be afraid of him!

The man in military uniform gave an awkward smile. "I can only offer 200 million."

The king only approved this much money during the trip to the black market.

"Two hundred million Berries once...two hundred million Berries twice, are there any customers willing to pay more?"

The auctioneer looked rather grim. As expected, the Shield-Shield Fruit could fetch tens of millions more, but who would have thought that the White Bear Pirates would be so shameless as to openly threaten others!

He couldn't say that the other party was breaking the rules.

There's only one rule in the black market: you have to pay for the goods after you've given a price. If someone tries to scare a customer, can he use his boss's reputation to stop them?

Even the Seven Warlords of the Sea can't manage that much.

The auctioneer focused his attention on the first row, looking at the mysterious white-robed guest who had not spoken since entering the room.

He kept giving the other party meaningful glances, urging them to hurry up and make an offer. How dare they sit in such an obvious position in the first row? Are they afraid of a White Bear Pirates crew?

Bring a bid to defeat them!

Yelena nodded to the auctioneer, but said nothing while the auctioneer looked at her expectantly.

bid?

Making a bid requires payment, so why did she make a bid?

The auctioneer glared at her resentfully.

Why act all high and mighty when you don't have money?

How dare someone sit in the center position if they have no money?

Once you leave the black market, they'll send someone to kill you!

"Two hundred million Berries III..."

Amidst the auctioneer's distressed gaze, the first mate's expectant expression, and the polar bear's smug look...

Boom!

The wall behind the auction stage collapsed with a crash!