Settsetse! The Pirate Nemesis

The more tense she was, the calmer she remained. Robin took a deep breath, pretending not to notice. But just as the slave trader was dragging her by the hair from the bottom deck towards another slave ship, he saw the lifeboats on the sea and, without hesitation, activated his Devil Fruit power. In an instant, three arms sprouted from the slave trader who was pulling Robin by the hair, two of them gripping her throat. Just as the slave trader tried to pry open the hands that were choking him, the third hand picked up a mace from the ground and, without a word, delivered a brutal blow downwards!

Breaking free from her restraints, Robin lunged towards the lifeboat on the sea. Though the chances were slim, it was her only hope of escape. But unfortunately, as if he had anticipated Robin's move, the goatee-bearded hand swiftly extended, wrapping around Robin's ankle like a vine. Before she could even run away, she was pulled down onto the deck.

The man with the goatee walked over, reached out, grabbed Robin by the hair, and lifted him up. He pinched Robin's cheeks, examined them closely, and then nodded in satisfaction. Just as he was about to say something, suddenly, with a bang, the slave ship shook violently as if it had hit something.

Seizing this opportunity, Robin broke free from her restraints once again. She turned and ran, even if it meant jumping into the sea—but unfortunately, before she could even get going, she crashed into a wall.

The "wall" could also speak, but its tone was full of arrogance and incomprehension.

"Don't you watch where you're going when you're sailing? Don't you know how to yield to pedestrians?!"

3. Seeking opportunities to cause trouble

Swimming happily in the water, then suddenly being attacked out of nowhere would annoy anyone. Especially since Sett wasn't exactly a saint to begin with, coupled with the violent genes inherited from his Vastaya half-beast bloodline—

He climbed up the plank with his bare hands, his displeasure evident in his expression.

"You bribed someone for your driving test, didn't you?! Don't you know how to yield to pedestrians?! Be careful your whole family gets hit by a dump truck later!"

Overbearing and brutal. Sett's words, spoken with blatant provocation, were etched on his handsome, rugged face. Anyone else might have tolerated it. But what good are slave traders? Their eyes lit up the moment they saw Sett's body.

These fit and strong young men are always in high demand; if a wealthy woman takes a liking to him, she'll readily pay any price, no matter how high. What? Someone thinks the wealthy woman's husband might disagree?

There's no need to worry about that, because the whole family is into rotten pants. Maybe the rich woman's husband is into that sort of thing too.

"Hahaha! Since we're already on this ship, there's no need to get off!!"

Pulling a pistol from his pocket and pointing it at Sett, the slave trader's fleshy face was filled with a wicked grin: "You'd better lie down and get into the cage! Otherwise, you'll get shot!"

It's strange, really. In the past, Sett would have been terrified at the sight of a gun pointed at him—a natural fear of firearms in modern people. But now it's different. After merging with Sett's character template, Sett now feels completely unfazed when he sees someone aiming a gun at him; he even seems to want to laugh a little.

"The feeling of being targeted...it feels so good!!!"

With a malicious grin on his face, while Robin was still somewhat bewildered, Sett strode over him. The instant he took his step, golden battle aura ignited in his arms. In an instant, his speed increased by more than thirty percent. Before the slave trader could react, Sett was already in front of him.

By the time he realized what was happening and tried to fire, it was too late. His finger had barely pulled the trigger before a strong hand crushed the crudely made flintlock pistol before the bullet even left the barrel.

Immediately, his muscles tensed, and the hand that had shattered the flintlock pistol gripped the other hand, accompanied by a sickening crack of bone, as the slave trader let out a terrified howl. Then, without the slightest pause, his iron fist, gleaming with golden energy, swung out. Even Sett himself didn't notice that the Vastayan's violent genes compelled him to reveal a chillingly triumphant smile as he threw his punch.

To subdue the enemy's power!

Like a steel-cast fist, the slave trader's head exploded before he could even cry for mercy. Blood, bits of flesh, white brain matter, and shattered bones instantly covered the entire splint. His massive body and head burst open, and blood gushed a meter high from the carotid artery in his neck.

Covered in crimson blood, Sett felt no nausea whatsoever. His face was etched with a smile that yearned for violence.

No words were needed; the instantaneous violence shook the hearts of everyone on the slave ship. But without a doubt, this was only the beginning for Sett.

"Let's get this party started! Even if I admit defeat, I won't stop punching!!"

As he spoke, the splints on Sett's feet made a dull thud. Then, unable to withstand the pressure, they snapped. Sett's body transformed into a blood-red storm, soaring high before crashing down. Three heads exploded, leaving only a lone chin that seemed to still speak of terror.

"Fire! Fire!!"

The first mate on the ship gave a series of orders. Although terrified, the desire to live ultimately prevailed. One by one, the slave traders raised their guns and fired at Sett before they could even aim. In an instant, bullets flew everywhere. Among the stray bullets, even Robin, who was behind Sett, was nearly hit and instinctively sought cover.

Unfortunately, all of this was ultimately in vain. To Sett, these bullets were as annoying as flies. For one thing, he stood there letting them fire at him for over ten seconds, but Sett still couldn't feel any increase in his so-called "Heroism"—perhaps in the system's judgment, these people's attacks were even weaker than lane minions, their attacks unable to generate any Heroism at all!

Sett's face darkened with annoyance. He wanted to feel the realism of combat, but these attacks, as gentle as a mosquito tickle, only added to his boredom!

Glancing at the minimap in his field of vision, Sett let out a slightly impatient sigh. With a brute force, he shoved aside all the slave traders marked in red on the minimap. He didn't even need his fists; his strong arms swept across them like sharp guillotines, snapping them in two.

In just a few minutes, all the red units on the minimap were wiped out. Crimson red, the vibrant blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. The scent lingered in his nostrils, bringing Sett a sense of relaxation, yet simultaneously filling him with nausea, a consequence of his common-sense understanding.

It wasn't the fear of death, but rather the discomfort of wearing clothes with blood stuck to them.

He cracked and stretched his shoulders and neck a couple of times. Although he was sorry, the only feeling Sett had from this level of abuse was the pre-battle stretching.

A burst of energy emanated from his body, instantly dispersing the viscous blood that had been clinging to his clothes and body onto the surrounding ground.

But just then, a gentle voice came from the side.

"Sir, perhaps we can have a proper talk."

The speaker was none other than the goatee-bearded gentleman who still wore a monocle.

He was meticulously groomed and impeccably dressed. Even on this filthy slave ship, his jet-black beard and sideburns were neatly trimmed and tidy. He gave the impression of an old steward from a wealthy family rather than a slave trader.

"I am from the Walker family, Nogana. Although I don't know why, the right to use this route belongs to our family... In any case, it should be your fault, right?"

The West Blue is rife with organized crime, even though the oceans are officially under the World Government's control. In the dark underworld, however, things are quite different – ​​smuggling, especially on good routes, is incredibly lucrative. Unfortunately, the ship in question is on a route managed by the Walker family of the West Blue.

Anyone else might have chickened out after hearing that. But unfortunately, Sett was currently in a state of agonizing itch from seeing lewd images but having no opportunity to vent. Hearing Nogana's words was like seeing a female bodhisattva offering her body for fifty dollars in a small rented room on the street corner. Without any thought of giving her any face, he spat at her directly.

"Ah, yes, it's me. So? Not happy?"

4. Value

Arrogant and unreasonable, the middle-aged gentleman named Nogana fell silent as he stared at Sett before him. When he finally raised his head, his eyes were filled with suppressed disdain and mockery.

"Watch your place... scum. The West Sea is not a place for guys like you to run wild."

"Hmph~~ Is that so?" Hearing Nogana's words, Sett was pleased rather than angry. His knuckles cracked. Then, he threw a punch at Nogana's face. Feeling the force of Sett's punch, Nogana's expression changed slightly, but he didn't panic too much. His elegant body stretched to the side like a vine in that instant.

When it turned its head, Nogana's once elegant body was gone, replaced by a body covered in slime and a soft, smooth skin.

Perhaps because his skin had become smooth, Nogana's original goatee had turned into pink tentacles. As if he had lost his bones, his palms were covered with suction cups, and his feet had been replaced by slippery tentacles.

"...What the hell is that?" Sett tilted his head in confusion.

To this, Nogana coldly replied, "I am an octopus-man who ate the Zoan-type Devil Fruit, the Octopus Fruit. Your attacks are completely ineffective against my supple body!!"

"Octopus-man?" Upon hearing this intriguing name, Sett raised an eyebrow, stroked his chin, and said with a hint of interest, "So, is there a sponge-man next door who ate the Sponge-Sponge Fruit? And lives in a giant pineapple in the deep sea?"

"..." Upon hearing Sett's words, Nogana's face showed a hint of confusion. The Sponge-Sponge Fruit? Aren't Devil Fruit users supposed to be unable to go into the water? Just as he was thinking this, Nogana quickly regained his senses. The confusion vanished, replaced by a cold killing intent: "Trying to prolong your life with this kind of nonsense? Don't even dream about it!"

As he spoke, Nogana's octopus-like suckers on his lower body began to revive and writhe, and his hands, like steel whips, lashed out towards Sett. Just as these tentacles were about to touch Sett, Sett made a grasping motion towards the space in front of him. Before Nogana could react, a powerful force swept his body from all directions, sending him flying directly towards Sett.

Losing his balance, Nogana was momentarily stunned. When he finally came to his senses, he was met with Sett, who stood with his back to the sun, his fists raised like hammers.

bump!!!

With a clenched fist, he slammed his fist down, the immense force causing Nogana's supple body to sway, while his head, positioned directly in front of him, smashed through the hardwood deck in that instant. At that very moment, Sett felt a shiver run through his nerves. Not painful, but rather, quite the opposite—a pleasurable urge to howl.

However, under the influence of the violent gene, instead of meaningless howling, Sett's body flushed red, and his already high-speed iron fist increased more than three times in an instant.

Without hesitation, the activation of Hail of Blades indicated that the system had determined the octopus in front of them to be a hero unit. Therefore, there was even less reason to hold back.

Before Squidward could even stand up, Sett's fists rained down relentlessly. At first, Nogana's soft skin managed to somewhat mitigate the terrifying force of the punches. However, as the bombardment intensified, even Squidward found it increasingly difficult to withstand—unlike in the game where attack speed is simply increased, in reality, speed equals power! In other words, in Hail of Blades mode, Sett's destructive power more than tripled; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a small burst of damage!

Gradually, with each raised fist, crimson blood clung to it, like stretchy cheese. But unlike cheese made from milk, this blood was simply the result of flesh and blood being blasted into a pulp.

"Rise! Fight!!!"

Finding that Squidward wasn't responding, Sett grabbed him by the legs and pulled him out through the hole in the deck. Then he smashed the mast in half.

Zoan-type Devil Fruits grant their users powerful life-sustaining abilities. But now, Robin is certain that the guy named Nogana is completely dead…

His head was smashed, his jaw flying off somewhere. His chest was shattered, broken ribs piercing his lungs and heart. Blood flowed freely; aside from the occasional twitching of his fingers indicating his nervous system hadn't completely shut down, from any other perspective, there was no chance of survival.

"Dead? Hey, don't joke around, it was a hero unit after all..."

Sett kicked Squidward's corpse, and after finding no reaction, he curled his lip in disgust.

"So fragile."

As he spoke, Sett looked up. Wherever he went, whether slaves or the remaining members of the Walker family, they instinctively lowered their heads, trembling and uttering not a sound.

Although Sett was enjoying the battle immensely due to the effects of the violence, the one-sided abuse left him feeling no pleasure whatsoever. Slightly annoyed, Sett clicked his tongue and said, "From now on, this ship is mine. Who's the captain? Come out here."

Sett was met with silence. Finally, Robin, the young girl, was the first to regain her composure and pointed to the corpse whose head had been smashed to pieces, saying, "That's the captain."

"What about the first mate?"

"His upper body fell into the sea... The lower body hanging on the canvas is his."

"What the hell?" Sett frowned. "What about the second and third mates?"

"...They should all be in that muddy mess." Robin said this with a hint of unease, afraid of upsetting Sett and turning her from Robin into "Robin-chan."

However, it was clear that Sett had relaxed a lot after just finishing a match, even though it was a one-sided thrashing.

"Then who else here knows how to row a boat?"

“Rowing isn’t difficult,” Robin said clearly. “On the ocean, the main thing is to know your direction and the weather… I’m very familiar with the Western Sea, so I can be your guide.”

Upon hearing Robin's words, Sett raised an eyebrow. Without bothering to shake off the blood, he walked up to Robin, covered in gore, and stroked his chin: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

“…I’m scared, but to survive I have to prove my worth.” Saying this, Robin took a deep breath, forcing herself to ignore the lingering stench of blood and the urge to vomit. She reopened her eyes, looking at Sett with unwavering determination: “My worth is far greater than that guy’s.”

5. Bounty

Seated on the deck at the bow of the ship, Sett's face was filled with contentment. The captured slaves beside him, however, showed none of the excitement one would expect from someone freed. On the contrary, they seemed more terrified of Sett's presence than the slave traders.

This seems understandable – having just witnessed such a brutal scene, the slaves were already hungry and hadn't eaten much, otherwise they probably would have vomited long ago.

Forced by Sett's tyranny, the slaves, under Robin's orders, began to suppress their nausea and clean the deck. The remaining crew members from the slave ships were simply sent to the bottom of the deck and locked up.

"At this ship's speed, following the ocean current, it will take about half an hour to reach Antuo Island."

"Anto Island?" Upon hearing Robin's words, Sett raised an eyebrow and, while shifting his sunbathing position, asked, "What's that place for?"

"That's Walker's territory, specializing in arms trafficking and human smuggling in the eastern part of the West Blue." Robin seemed to know everything about the power in the West Blue. The thirteen-year-old girl's face held a maturity far beyond her years.

"Because of its location at a shipping choke point, commerce was very prosperous."

Upon learning that this was gang territory, Sett pursed his lips and then asked, "Is there anywhere that makes money quickly?"

"Places where you can make money quickly?" Robin, standing beside Sett, paused slightly upon hearing his words. Then she replied, "Many... such as casinos and smuggling. With your abilities, you should be able to handle them easily."

"I see? Then is there a place to fight?"

"..." A slight silence fell over her. If Sett had ambition, Robin would find it normal; his greed for money was also to be expected. But this, specifically asking about a place to fight... She recalled what had just happened on this ship not long ago. Taking a deep breath, Robin nodded:

"There are many places to fight, such as the gladiatorial arenas set up by the World Government for recruitment, and underground boxing matches in casinos..."

“Underground boxing!” Without the slightest hesitation, Sett held up a finger and said, “I have no interest in being someone else’s dog. Although I don’t know what this World Government you’re talking about is, anything that’s official can’t be considered a real fight.”

Sett clenched his fists tightly, a violent glint in his eyes.

"..." Faced with Sett's undisguised violence, Robin took a deep breath and nodded, saying, "Underground boxing is more dangerous, but the income is indeed higher. However, it's also more dangerous there... There are no prohibitions there, and even bringing knives or guns isn't considered a foul. And in the arena, only one person can survive in the end."

“Sounds good!” Sett said. “Then it’s yours! As payment, I’ll protect your safety!”