One Piece: We already have the Four Gods, so my Six Paths Sage is reasonable, right?

"Whoosh~~"

Ron extended another chakra arm from his body and punched Prometheus and Napoleon, who both Homies let out a muffled groan.

"Where's my fish?" Ron asked irritably.

"My lord Ron, Marseille..." Prometheus said, sounding aggrieved, "It got burnt... and we threw it into the sea..."

What it said was true; it's certainly good at causing trouble, but when it comes to grilling fish, it has no idea how to control the heat.

A burst of fire shot out, and the fish instantly turned into charcoal.

Napoleon shrank to the side, looking even more aggrieved.

Grilling the fish was Prometheus's task, and it burned, so why am I being attacked too?

Its only job is to act as a cutting tool! It doesn't do anything else!

"Bang!" The chakra arm landed on Prometheus again.

"You're just as deserving of a beating as that dark cloud!" Ron said through gritted teeth.

This mission was absolutely terrible.

Afterwards, Lingling will definitely have to compensate us with another Devil Fruit, no, two.

"My lord Ron, Marseille," Napoleon began tentatively, "after you've beaten Prometheus... you can't beat me now, okay?"

"Bang!" Just as he finished speaking, Chakra Arm punched it.

"Did I tell you to speak?" Ron said, then manipulated his chakra arm to punch Lingling on the head again. The force wasn't heavy, but it wasn't light either.

I don't mean anything by it, I'm just annoyed. Now, even if Ron sees a passing dog, he'll kick it.

Lingling had her eyes closed and wasn't fully awake from being soaked in the seawater. She only groaned twice after taking the punch.

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Half a day later. On a certain island.

In an inconspicuous corner of the coast, a dilapidated boat rests quietly on a pebble beach.

There are three people on the boat.

The two men were simply dressed, their faces bearing the rough marks left by years of exposure to wind and sun.

The other person was a young woman, dressed in a bright robe that seemed out of place on the ship and on the coast, with light rouge on her face.

She stood on the ship's railing, her gaze fixed on the gray outline of the town in the distance, as if looking at an approaching boundary, or as if looking at the door she was about to step through.

One of the men had already reached the shore. He turned around, his gaze falling on the woman on the small boat, and said in a low voice, "Lulu, you still have a chance to back out before you see him."

The woman named Lulu lowered her head, carefully stepped out of the small boat, and swayed slightly when her feet touched the gravel beach. She steadied herself, raised her head, and forced a smile at her brother.

"If I could truly exchange myself for a flag that could protect everyone, I would accept whatever the outcome."

"Have you thought this through?" The man's voice deepened, his expression somewhat forlorn. "That one is a 'cold-blooded butcher' who kills without hesitation, and an extremely lecherous scumbag."

Lulu didn't answer immediately. She stood on the shore, her mind filled with images of burned-out houses, stolen food, and corpses.

Her village, due to its geographical location, was frequently visited by pirates. Some of the more ethical pirates were alright; they would just loot and steal some treasure. But the most vicious ones would not only steal treasure but also kill people and set fire to houses.

If everything goes smoothly and they can get the protection of the Ron Pirates, then other pirates will no longer dare to cause trouble in that area, and all the suffering will come to an end.

She had calculated this matter for a long time and understood it very clearly.

"Brother," Lulu looked up, trying to make her voice sound steady, "it's too early to say anything now. As far as we know, Ron has already married thirteen wives these days. Whether he'll even be interested in me is another matter."

The man stood on the shore, looking at her, his lips moved, but he ultimately said nothing more.

He turned around, stepped onto the gravel beach, his steps heavy, as if he were walking down a path he didn't want to take.

"Boom~~~"

Suddenly, a gust of wind howled past, whipping up pebbles and sand that stung people's faces.

The man at the front swayed suddenly, almost losing his balance and falling to the ground.

He turned around abruptly, and Lulu was already slumped on the ground, with a huge black cloud floating above her.

Two figures, a man and a woman, stood on the dark clouds.

The woman was beautiful but unfamiliar, while the man was handsome and... looked somewhat familiar.

"Um, um, um~~" Lingling spoke first, "Excuse me, is this Ilrus Island?"

No one responded. The three of them looked up, their expressions varying – fear, shock, bewilderment.

The man at the front slowly took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, carefully unfolded it, and a face was printed on it.

He glanced at the portrait on the wanted poster, then at the man in the dark clouds, and he already knew the answer in his heart: this man was the cold-blooded butcher Ron.

"Hello, great Lord Ron, my name is Carlisle Mari, and that is my sister, Carlisle Lulu," Mari said eagerly.

Lingling glanced at Ron, who had been sulking for some reason the whole way, and then spoke again: "I didn't ask what your names are. I'm just asking if this is Illus Island."

"Oh," Marley nodded immediately, his tone firm, "Yes, Lord Ron."

"......" Lingling glanced at Ron again out of the corner of her eye, a cryptic smile playing on her lips. "He seems to be your little fanboy, always calling me Lord Ron."

"Ron?" Lulu cautiously glanced at Ron on the dark cloud. Upon closer inspection, he wasn't as scary as the rumors suggested.

The face was younger than she had imagined, and the gaze... was not exactly fierce, but more like a weary look of someone who had seen it all and was too lazy to care about anything.

Ron glanced at them, his tone flat: "Are you the lackeys that imposter recruited?"

"A fake?" Marie paused, momentarily confused. But he quickly recovered and added, "I think... it probably isn't."

He paused, then added urgently, "But we're willing to go through fire and water, Lord Ron!"

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(First update delivered! More tonight. Some people thought the author might abandon the story, so let me clarify: I won't abandon it. No matter the data, I will finish this book. My previous complaints were simply because I found the Tomato (a popular Chinese writing platform) allocation unpredictable.)