Sailing: I Open Treasure Chests in the Pirate World

The next instant, his fist, imbued with Armament Haki, landed on the flying squirrel's stomach.

boom!

A muffled sound suddenly erupted.

Ian's iron fist struck the flying squirrel with perfect accuracy.

Immediately afterwards, his earlier comment reached the flying squirrel's ears.

Available at this time.

The flying squirrel could no longer hear what was said.

Because Ian's punches were too fast and too heavy, he simply couldn't withstand them.

Just a meeting.

The flying squirrel was immediately knocked unconscious.

A dazzling system treasure chest jumped out from the void.

[Diamond Chest: Flying Squirrel]

【Treasure Chest Rating: ★★★★★★】

Ian raised his brow.

No way, the flying squirrel can actually be six-star?

I originally thought it would only be five stars at most...

The highest-ranking officer of the naval warship was knocked down by a single punch from one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea.

The entire warship was thrown into chaos.

"Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel!"

"The Seven Warlords of the Sea attacked Vice Admiral Momonga!"

Amidst the noise.

The blue-eyed white dragon flew out from Banaro Island and roared at the warship.

"Roar--"

The earth-shattering roar of the dragon, capable of piercing through clouds and splitting rocks, drowned out all other noises on the prison warship.

"Now, follow my command and transfer all the prisoners from Banaro Island to the warship!"

Ian took the place of the flying squirrel and gave orders to the others on the prison warship.

"Then, we set sail for Gaya Island, where there was another island with garbage that needed to be removed."

"Isn't the sea quite vast? Get the boat moving!"

……

Blue sky, white clouds, flocks of birds.

The flying squirrel awoke from its coma, still experiencing a clear, tearing pain in its abdomen.

The intense pain quickly jolted the elite admiral from his daze and brought him back to his senses.

"White Dragon!"

Ignoring the pain, Momonga nimbly got up from the deck of the warship, wanting to find the Shichibukai who had suddenly attacked him.

But to his surprise, the prison warship remained peaceful and orderly.

There was none of the tragic scene that the flying squirrel had imagined, a scene resembling a living hell.

It appears that apart from the flying squirrel, who is in charge, no other naval soldiers on the prison warship were injured.

'Is the White Dragon... only targeting me?'

A thought suddenly flashed through the flying squirrel's mind.

Just then, Ian's voice rang out from the side.

"Hey, Vice Admiral Momonga, you're awake?"

Upon hearing the sound, the flying squirrel was instantly startled. He drew his military knife from his waist, the gleaming blade pointing directly at the enemy—

A pirate, and someone who is currently...

A pirate holding a bowl of noodles and slurping them up?

Upon seeing Ian's current appearance, the flying squirrel's eye twitched violently.

What does this guy think warships are?!

"It's been so long since I've had such authentic Navy Ramen."

While Ian was talking, he had already finished the whole bowl of noodles.

He casually tossed the empty noodle bowl aside; the empty bowls of noodles beside him had already piled up to almost as tall as a person.

"Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, would you like a bowl?"

Ian picked up a bowl of ramen, then controlled the clay arm to take another bowl of ramen and deliver it to the flying squirrel.

Swah——

The flying squirrel, wielding a military knife, slashed horizontally, instantly splitting the soft clay arm in two.

He then reached out his right hand and caught the bowl of ramen steadily, without spilling a single drop of soup.

This ramen is something pirates can eat, but he can't?

"Humph!"

The flying squirrel sheathed its sword, took the chopsticks handed to it by a nearby naval soldier, and began slurping its noodles.

Meanwhile, Ian had almost finished eating while the flying squirrel was unconscious.

After finishing the bowl of ramen in his hand, he stopped eating.

"Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel".

Upon hearing Ian's words, the flying squirrel did not respond at all; he simply continued slurping his noodles.

The lieutenant general merely glanced out of the corner of his eye at the pile of empty noodle bowls stacked high like a small mountain next to Bai Long.

Then he slurped the noodles even harder...

Ian didn't mind the other party's cold attitude and continued speaking to himself.

"We'll be at Jaya Island soon. I've already dealt with the pirates there; you just need to transport them to Impel Down."

"I have just written a letter and would like you to deliver it to Hannibal, the warden of Impel Down."

"No matter what, I'm contributing to the city's performance targets."

"Hannibal should be very happy to send pirates from two pirate islands to Impel Down in one go, right?"

Upon hearing this, even the flying squirrel, who was slurping noodles, couldn't help but cough.

"Pushing for performance targets"?

What kind of new idea is this?

Ian glanced at the still-coughing flying squirrel, ignoring its posture, and continued to add.

"There's one more thing. I just wrote a letter and would like you to deliver it to Fleet Admiral Sengoku of the Marine Headquarters."

"I told you my current bounty is too low! Raise it! At least raise it to over 100 million Berries!"

"Otherwise, I'll beat up every vice admiral I see in the future."

"Vice Admiral Momonga, you don't want the Navy's prestige to be trampled underfoot by pirates, do you?"

You guy!

The flying squirrel simply stopped slurping his noodles and glared at Ian.

If it weren't for the "rules," he would definitely teach that bastard Bai Long a lesson!

At least make the white dragon bleed!

Ian was being stared at intently by the flying squirrel, but he felt no pressure whatsoever. He shrugged and continued speaking.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing—"

"The Navy is not your messenger!"

The flying squirrel couldn't stand Ian's incessant chatter and coldly interrupted him.

"If you have any messages, you can deliver them yourself!"

"Both Marine Headquarters and Impel Down would very much 'welcome' to you!"

"Yes, you're right, but I'm too busy to get away right now, aren't I?"

Ian shrugged and said in a very smug tone.

"You know, that's how pirates are."

"The righteous navy only needs to obey orders, maintain the government's rule, and be the Celestial Dragons' dogs."

"But pirates have a lot more to consider."

To be fair.

Ian wasn't being sarcastic when he said that.

He was just stating what the navy had done.

But just like that classic saying.

Lies don't hurt, truth is the knife.

Upon hearing this sharp criticism, the flying squirrel's lips moved, but it couldn't utter a single word, its whiskers trembling with anger.

What is it that makes the flying squirrel feel most vulnerable?

Everything Ian said is true!

Unbearable, no need to endure.

Shine——

Enraged, the flying squirrel drew its sword, and heavy, dark Armament Haki enveloped its surface.

For a naval vice admiral, being proficient in Armament Haki and Observation Haki is the most basic requirement.

Ian remained unfazed as the flying squirrel pointed a knife at him; he calmly watched the flying squirrel.

"There's one more thing."

"Don't just point a military knife at a Shichibukai."

"Because of you, I'm very weak~"

【MoMo Fruit - 100x Speed】!

Ian's voice boomed like thunder in the flying squirrel's ears.

Even with the reaction speed of an elite vice admiral from the Navy Headquarters, they couldn't detect when the other party had appeared.

They couldn't even detect the other party's movement trajectory.

Getting hit by the other person's fist is perfectly normal.

boom!

Ian's fist struck the flying squirrel in the stomach once again.

The latter curled up, its eyes bulging, and flew off the warship, soaring all the way to Gaya Island ahead.

At this moment, just as at that moment.

Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, fallen to the ground.

[Platinum Chest: Flying Squirrel]

【Treasure Chest Rating: ★★★★★】

Ian cracked his fist and looked at the silent naval soldiers standing to the side.