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

"Good, that's ambitious." Ron gave Mari a thumbs up, his tone casual, neither serious nor joking. "I, Ron, hereby appoint you as cannon fodder striker."

Then he lowered his hand and added without changing his expression, "Beware of telecom fraud."

Telecommunications fraud?

Everyone looked at each other with suspicion, no one understanding what those four words meant.

But Ron had already looked away from them: "Let's go, Zeus."

"Yes...yes, Lord Ron." Zeus shivered reflexively when he heard Ron call his name, then increased his height and flew towards the town.

Lingling: "????"

After the dark clouds rose higher and the flight stabilized, Lingling finally couldn't help but turn her head and ask, "Did you bribe Zeus? Ron?"

"Bribe it? What do I have to bribe it with?" Ron sat down cross-legged, his tone flat. "I just... had a life-or-death experience with it."

"A life-or-death bond?" Lingling raised an eyebrow. "How come I didn't know that?"

"There's a lot we don't know," Ron replied casually, then gestured to the side, "Napoleon, come here."

Lingling's bicorn hat trembled slightly. After a couple of seconds of silence, she cautiously asked, "Mommy... can I go play for a bit?"

Lingling: "??????"

Lingling was stunned for a moment.

Am I super powerful? After taking a nap, the Homie I created myself is now dating Ron?

Then, Lingling's scrutinizing gaze fell on Ron: "What exactly did you do?"

"What's the big deal?" Ron shrugged, his tone nonchalant. "It's just a bond between a person and a Homie."

Lingling stared at him intently for several seconds.

Bonds? You believe that? Of course she doesn't.

But she didn't delve into it. Instead, she thought to herself that no matter what the process was like, the result wasn't so bad.

My relationship with Ron is so-so, but if my Homies have a good relationship with him, then it's practically the same as me having a good relationship with him.

Next time I need his help, it will be much easier to ask.

She looked away and changed the subject: "What are your plans?"

What kind of plan do you want?

"Nonsense, of course I'd prefer something simpler; I can't remember anything complicated."

"To put it simply," Ron paused, "I guess you most likely wouldn't agree."

"Tell me about it, what if I take your advice?"

Ron glanced at her and said seriously, "I dropped a Tailed Beast Ball from mid-air, obliterating this island and solving all the problems at once."

Lingling froze for a second, then yelled, "Are you crazy?! I'm here to rescue people, don't you dare do anything reckless!"

"Just kidding," Ron said with a wave of his hand and a laugh.

"Alright, I'll come up with the plan."

"Don't beat around the bush, or I won't remember it either," Ron reminded him.

"No beating around the bush," Lingling held up her finger, "just three steps. First, find clues about my child; second, rescue him; third, do whatever you want."

Ron didn't say anything, but simply held out his hand and made an "OK" sign.

Meanwhile, on the coast.

Marley chased after the departing dark clouds, shouting, "Lord Ron, go through fire and water! Go through fire and water...!"

"Stop shouting, Mali, they've already flown far away," another man in the group said.

Mali stopped, stood still, and stared at the dark cloud that had shrunk to a tiny dot. His face gradually darkened, and his shoulders slumped.

Lulu stood behind him, silent for a long while, before softly speaking, "Brother... I think... I wasn't chosen..."

Mari turned around, looked at his sister, his lips moved, and finally forced a smile: "It's okay... Maybe it's fate. It's alright this way."

Lulu nodded slightly and didn't say anything more.

She lowered her head, and after a few seconds, asked a question she had been thinking about for a long time: "Uncle, do you think... without strength, it's really impossible to ever come into contact with the legendary Devil Fruits in this lifetime?"

The older man remained silent for a while, without answering.

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In the town.

As soon as Ron landed, before he could even take in his surroundings, a group of people knelt down in unison.

"Hello, boss!"

Ron paused, glancing at the row of kneeling faces before him, each one filled with awe.

"........." Ron's lips twitched slightly.

Well, using my identity, they're living a better life than the original person.

"Brother Ron~~~!"

A crisp sound came from behind the crowd.

Ron looked in the direction of the sound and saw a little girl in a pink dress pushing through the crowd and running toward him.

She has purple hair, tied into two round buns that sway back and forth when she runs, like two dancing flowers.

As she ran closer, she jumped lightly, opened her arms, and said expectantly, "Hold me, Ron!"

Ron paused for a moment.

Although he was extremely dissatisfied with what the imposter had done, he would not vent his anger on a child.

He bent down, reached out his hand, and naturally caught her.

The little girl with the bun hairstyle jumped happily twice in his arms, giggling, then looked up at him: "Brother Ron, didn't you say you had important things to do? Why did you come out? Were you lying to me?"

The imposter's sister?

hehe~~

"Look at me, am I really your brother?" Ron asked with a slight upturn of his lips, intending to scare her.

The little girl with the bun hairstyle stared at his face, paused slightly, then tilted her head and said naturally, "Didn't you say that we'd have to call you 'brother' before we got married?"

Ron's expression froze.

He didn't know if he had scared her, but those words had certainly startled him.

Ron paused for two seconds, then spoke seriously: "You mean, I want to marry you?"

"Yes," the little girl with the bun hairstyle said matter-of-factly, a hint of smugness on her face after being praised, "I'm your thirteenth wife, are you going to back out? Were all the sweet words you said to me false?"

What kind of beast is that?

Marry your own sister?

Using my name to do these things?

Ron was truly enraged. Putting aside whether what the child said was true or false, you deserve to die for saying sweet nothings to such a young child!

Ron then put her down expressionlessly.

"Sweetie, go play by yourself for a while!"

"Won't Brother Ron play with me?" The little girl with the bun hairstyle looked a bit disappointed, her fingers tugging at the hem of her skirt.

"Your brother Ron is going to electrocute someone. He'll come back and buy you candy when he's done." Ron glanced down at her, his tone a little softer than before.