One Piece: Starting with the execution of Pirate King Roger

The moment the order was given, he pulled the trigger.

boom--!

The gunshot brought an end to the legendary life of this "righteous thief."

Suppressed sobs could be heard from the crowd.

In Renn's mind, the cold system notification sounded precisely on time.

[Prisoner: "The Lone Ranger" Buck]

Overall Rating: R5

[Sin Index: 270]

[Execution participation rate: 100%]

[Optional Benefits]: (3 options available)

[Bucket List]: (Active)

"A sin index of 270... It seems the system has calculated the weight of those six lives very clearly." Renn thought to himself, in the eyes of the system, there is no such thing as "merits and demerits offsetting each other".

"Overall rating R5... That's a bit unexpected." As expected of a pirate who has been active for many years, he is the strongest pirate I have ever executed.

Renn knew very well that this [physical inheritance] would be an unprecedented improvement.

His gaze finally fell on the brand-new term that appeared for the first time—[Bucket List].

Just as he was about to delve deeper into the research, a red object flew towards him through the semi-transparent screen in front of him!

Raine instinctively raised his left hand.

Snapped.

He held a ripe, red, rotten tomato firmly in his palm, its sticky juice slowly dripping through his fingers.

He looked up and, through the mask, saw the faces below the stage, filled with anger and sorrow.

They dared not do anything to the naval soldiers, and could only vent all their resentment on him, the executioner who had personally killed the hero.

Without saying a word, Ryan threw the rotten tomato in his hand into the trash can next to him.

He felt somewhat fortunate.

Fortunately, he had to wear this damn mask every time he was executed.

……

Back in his small private room, which belonged only to him, Renn couldn't wait to open the system again.

"【Bucket List】, looks like a task system." He studied the faintly glowing icon carefully. "Is it something that all criminals of R-level or higher have, or is Buck an exception?"

Driven by intense curiosity, his mind focused on the words "activatable".

In that instant, a massive torrent of memories, not his own, exploded in his mind like an incredibly realistic VR movie!

He "saw" everything—

It was a stormy night. Buck broke into the mansion of wealthy businessman Hawke, his goal being to find enough of Hawke's ill-gotten gains to help Berry in the slums.

But he unexpectedly found an account book in the basement.

The paper was covered with densely packed black ink, each line containing a cold name, an age, and a series of shocking prices representing Berry's worth of goods.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open, and flames erupted. Hawke, along with his two sons, blocked the only exit.

“I thought it was some rat.” Hawke’s fat face wore a contemptuous sneer. “So it’s that ‘righteous thief’ in town who steals garbage.”

"These kids... did you do this?" Buck's voice was hoarse with extreme anger.

“Children?” Hawke paused, then suddenly realized, and laughed even more arrogantly: “Ah…you mean those missing brats in the slums? That’s right, I sold them. Good-looking and obedient brats are hot commodities in the slave market! I advise you to mind your own business.”

He pointed upwards, "Every single business deal up here is protected by my 'big boss'!"

"The adults above"

"The Missing Kid"

The moment Buck heard those two words, his principle of "not killing" was completely shattered.

The scene flashed by, showing mothers in the slums weeping and begging him to help them find their children's faces.

Crimson instantly filled the entire field of vision.

When all was silent again, Buck stood amidst the corpses, covered in blood, his eyes vacant.

Just as he was preparing to take the ledger to the naval branch to surrender, a faint cry came from a secret room on the second floor.

He saw the infant who had been hidden in swaddling clothes. It was the child of Hawke's unmarried daughter, who had been secretly raised at home because she didn't know who the father was.

Looking at the innocent baby, Buck's empty eyes showed a complex mix of emotions.

Finally, he carried the baby and disappeared into the rainy night.

The scene shifts rapidly, and he sees Buck entrusting the baby to a middle-aged woman in the slum whom he trusts most and who has no children.

After doing all this, he went to the naval branch and confessed to the robbery and murder.

The torrent of memories ends here.

Before Raine's eyes, the "Bucket List" on the system screen finally displayed the specific text.

[Buck's Last Wish: A Trust]

Description: "I killed all those scumbags, but I never expected there would be an innocent child among them. My life savings are hidden in the same old place. Please bring them out and give them to her, so that at least... she can raise that child safely."

Mission objective: Go to the location where Buck has hidden his savings, retrieve them, and hand them over to the middle-aged woman who is raising the baby.

Task reward: Unknown.

After learning the full story, Ryan was a little stunned.

Chapter 6 Second Reward

Raine looked at the number on the screen that represented "evil" [Sin Index: 270], and then at the [Bucket List] below that clearly represented "good".

"The system's judgment is extremely cold-blooded, only calculating the crime itself."

This discovery made him think of another person.

"If even someone like Buck, who is regarded as a 'righteous thief' by some ordinary people, has a sin index as high as 270..."

"That legendary, unrestrained Roger, the Pirate King revered by countless people, how many ordinary people were destroyed and killed in the Great Pirate Era he ushered in?"

"Then what terrifying astronomical figure must his [crime index] be?"

Thinking of this, Renn shook his head with a self-deprecating smile.

He stopped thinking about whether Buck should have died or not, and he didn't reflect on the complexities of human nature.

Because he knew very well that neither the "righteous thief" Buck in front of him nor the legendary "Pirate King" Roger were people he was qualified to judge right and wrong.

In this world where the strong rule, the weak don't even have the right to discuss good and evil.

At present, Rennes is undoubtedly still the weaker party.

For him, there is only one important thing right now—to become stronger at all costs!

Raine temporarily suppressed his curiosity about the will and focused his attention on the [optional benefits] in front of him.

With his thought, three brand new cards appeared before him.

Option 1: Physical Inheritance

Description: Inherited the intermediate physique of "Lone Wolf" Buck.

Option 2: Skill Inheritance - Stealth

Description: Inherited Buck's stealth skills honed while evading capture, reaching the "intermediate" level.

Option 3: Skill Inheritance - Shooting

Description: He inherited Buck's gun shooting skills honed over many years of thievery, reaching the "intermediate" level.

Renn's eyes widened slightly.

"[Intermediate] level skill..." This is a whole level higher than the [Basic] skill he had drawn before. Whether it's stealth or shooting, both are fatally attractive to Renn, who believes in the "path of survival."

Renn's gaze slowly swept over the three options.

"After 'physical body'... there are no more minor markings." He immediately noticed this detail.

“That makes sense,” Ryan recalled the contents of the file. “He committed the crime last Wednesday and was executed today, in less than a week. Given his overall rating of R5 by the system, his physical abilities wouldn’t have declined much in such a short time.”

His heart instantly burned with passion.

A near-complete [physical inheritance] of an R5-level powerhouse is definitely a chance for him to achieve a huge boost!

But Ryan only thought about it for less than three seconds.

"Skills can be chosen later, but a strong physique is the foundation for survival in this world!"

"[Physical Inheritance]!"

The moment he confirmed it with his mind, a stream of pure energy, like a flood bursting through a dam, rushed into his body!

"Well!"

Renn groaned, his muscles tensing instantly as he lay on the bed, veins bulging on his forehead.

This time, it wasn't the tearing pain of before, but an extreme soreness and swelling after being forcibly stretched open!

He felt like a balloon being relentlessly pumped with water from a fire hose; every muscle and every bone groaned under the immense pressure.

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead. He clenched his teeth tightly, using all his willpower to guide and absorb the force washing over his entire body.

A few minutes later, when the energy was finally completely absorbed by his body, Ryan collapsed on the bed, soaked to the bone, panting heavily as if he had just finished a marathon.

But beneath this exhaustion lies an unprecedentedly powerful feeling! It's as if every cell in my body is filled with explosive energy.

Along with this sense of power came a hunger that almost made him faint again.

"Hungry...so hungry..."

He struggled to get out of bed, enduring the aches and exhaustion all over his body, and stared intently at the wall clock.

There's still an hour before the cafeteria opens.

……

It was the same time of evening, in the cafeteria.

When Ryan returned to his corner with the eleventh plate, the entire cafeteria was completely silent.

All the naval soldiers, including Old Hank, the head cook, stared at the slender boy with a giant-like appetite as if he were a monster.

Ignoring all the stares, Ryan devoured the last piece of food.

The terrifying feeling of hunger finally subsided slowly.

Rein leaned back in his chair, feeling the reassuring sense of regaining control of his body.

He couldn't help but fall into thought: "A single R5-level physique upgrade requires enough food for nearly 11 people to replenish the energy deficit. What about SSR-level or even UR-level upgrades? That amount of food would probably require eating an entire sea king..."

……

When the night was deep and quiet, Renn changed into an inconspicuous set of casual clothes and, like a black shadow, silently blended into the night of Roguetown.

Guided by Buck's memories, they walked through several alleys and arrived at an abandoned brewery on the edge of town.

He found the waterproof leather trunk under a loose stone slab in the underground wine cellar. Inside, neatly stacked Berry bottles were revealed.

Following the address Buck remembered, he found the small wooden cabin lit by a dim yellow oil lamp. He didn't knock on the door directly, but instead stepped into the shadows and quietly observed.

The room was small and poorly soundproofed. Through the window, he could see a capable-looking middle-aged woman with graying temples mending something.

At the same time, a soft, slightly off-key lullaby was faintly hummed from inside the room, filled with warmth.

After confirming that everything was correct, Ryan took out a pre-written letter from his pocket, which briefly explained the origin of the money and Buck's last wishes.

He quietly placed the box and letter together at the doorway.

Following the code he remembered Buck used to knock on the door, he gently knocked three times, then turned and disappeared into the darkness without pausing.

He heard the woman's puzzled opening of the door from inside the house, followed by a low sob, a mixture of suppressed joy and sorrow, after seeing the letter and the money box.