One Piece: I Weave the Pirate Codex with My Zanpakuto

Hana Hanafuda sat to one side drinking:

"How could you, at only 9 years old, possibly experience that feeling? It's countless times gentler than a human woman... um."

"Haha, except for Miss Olvia, she is the gentlest woman I have ever met!"

Noticing the death stare had disappeared, Hana Hanafuda secretly breathed a sigh of relief and tugged at Ross in a low voice, asking:

"Boss, what's wrong with her these past few days? Something doesn't seem right."

"Olvia?"

With weight plates on his back, Ross began his daily squats.

"You'd better not provoke her during this time; she's currently worried about translating the historical text of the road signs."

“I heard her say that the information engraved on the historical text of the road sign is more complicated and more difficult to translate.”

"Haven't you noticed I haven't dared to go to the Mermaid Cafe these past few days?"

Hana scratched his head. If he was missing something, he could get it through his connections in the underworld.

But the historical text...

When it comes to culture, that's his weakness.

Pirates don't need to be highly educated; being able to read and count is enough.

Where to go next?

"If we're going to the amusement park..."

Hana Hana asked her men for a nautical chart and a pen, and drew circles on Water Seven.

"I want to upgrade my boat here, and it would be even better if I could buy a new, better boat."

"Don't worry about the ship. Let's go to the Magic Triangle first and see the Giant King Harald."

"The most important thing is to form an alliance with the giants and open up trade routes with them."

Ross considered the possibility of intercepting Nighold's fruit.

Inside the Zanpakuto workshop, Rocks seemed to have guessed what Ross was planning to do.

"Forget about it, Ross. If you dare to touch that Devil Fruit, Harald will definitely lead the entire giant army out and crush Miracle Island to pieces."

'That fruit is a Devil Fruit that the giants have guarded for hundreds of years; it absolutely cannot be eaten by any life form other than a giant.'

Harald would never allow that to happen; that fruit represents total war.

Hearing what Lockes said, Ross could only suppress his thoughts for the time being.

'Loki, that kid actually has quite a bit of talent. If you really want that fruit, you might as well recruit Loki into your pirate crew.'

'Once he's a bit older, let him eat that Devil Fruit; that way, we can at least consider it ours.'

Loki...

Ross's eyes gleamed, and beads of sweat dripped onto the deck.

The alliance with the giants is crucial, whether for future island expansion, building construction, or the giants' rare resources.

These are all indispensable parts of his future ambitions.

He didn't know what the so-called businessman's mindset was, but he knew it.

Giving the other party what they want and then getting what you want in return—that's probably what makes a businessman.

As for gross profit, net profit, etc...

There are professionals who can do that for him. He just needs to make sure he stays alive and becomes the strongest.

"First, we'll resupply in the Sabaody Archipelago, then head straight to the Magic Triangle."

"Boss, how can you be sure that the Giant King will know we're coming?"

When Hana Hanafuda asked him a question, Ross's lips curled up into a meaningful smile.

“He will find out as long as he keeps reading Morgans’ newspapers.”

……

Mid-June, 1486 of the Haiyuan Calendar

Sabaody Archipelago, Port No. 3

boo~

As the Lizard stepped back into the sunlight, the bubbles enveloping the ship quietly burst.

The new pirate flag fluttered in the wind, and the pirates began to cheer.

"It's an unfamiliar pirate flag."

"The Sun? The Sun Pirates? I've never heard of such a pirate crew before?"

"They're probably pirates from the New World. They came from Fishman Island. I bet they're running away in a sorry state again!!!"

"What's wrong, old Tom? You're getting old and don't speak properly anymore..."

"Shut up!"

The middle-aged man, known as Old Tom, elbowed his companion and quickly lowered his head, refusing to look at the leading man who was disembarking.

"Do you want to die? Don't you recognize that man's face?!"

That face?

The pirate looked at the leader and felt that the face looked very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere not long ago.

"It's the great pirate Ross!!"

Ross?

The pirate's expression changed slightly, and he quickly lowered his head, no longer daring to discuss the matter.

The legend of Rose has been completely demonized in the park.

Legend has it that his battle with Wang Zhi shattered Beehive Island!

All the lives on it were killed by that man himself, and the red carpet of blood and flesh lingered on the sea for a long time.

Another theory is—

Wherever that man went, it was like a plague swept through; no life could escape his blade!

The Grim Reaper who brings death—that's what the mischievous pirates of Paradise call him.

"Boss, your reputation doesn't seem to be very good. Those pirates looked as pale as if they'd eaten shit."

"My reputation? It's probably just rumors. What this era has no shortage of is idle gossip."

Ross walked past the group of pirates who were looking down at the ground without glancing at them.

Rumors are something that simply cannot be stopped.

He had the help of Shiki and Kaido, but later some busybodies demonized him.

The idea that rumors stop with the wise has never existed.

"Have your men keep an eye on the ship; we'll take care of resupplying them."

"Understood."

Hana Hanacha turned her head as she walked and shouted to the ships behind her:

"Men, don't let strangers near. Anyone who dares to cause trouble, contact me directly!"

"Boss Ross will hang those idiots up and dry them like salted fish, la~~ da da da!!"

"Yes, Boss Ross, Boss Hanahanafuda!!" the pirates shouted in unison.

Hana nodded in satisfaction and quickened her pace to catch up with Ross.

What should we do next?

Ross stopped and waved to the pirates who were quietly retreating to his right.

"Take me to Tree Number 1. I heard that place is full of human auction houses, right?"

The pirate who was called was the middle-aged man who had previously been called Old Tom.

"Yes, yes, Lord Ross, I'll take you there right away!"

"Keep up, Hana Hanafuda. In a few days, the Giant King will know that we have arrived at Paradise."

"If we're lucky, we might be able to raise the money to buy a ship here later, since those slave traders are both 'generous' and 'wealthy'."

Chapter 65: A Nightmare That Brings Death, But Also a Sun That Brings Hope

[Sabaody Archipelago, Tree No. 1]

"This is tree number one, Lord Ross."

Looking at the orderly and bustling streets, and the nobles riding on slaves, Hana Hanaha pressed Ross's shoulder with some uncertainty.

"Boss, you're not really planning to do that, are you?"

So what should we do?

Old Tom, who dared not leave without orders, lowered his head, but his ears quietly perked up.

"Isn't this the quickest way? I contacted Morgans before I arrived; he's been lacking a blockbuster story lately."

Ross covered the fleshy spot, slowly pulled it out, and the smile on his face remained.

"The great pirate Ross wreaked havoc on the Sabaody Archipelago, destroying Tree No. 1, killing and injuring countless nobles and slave traders, and causing the escaped slaves to riot."

"Look, isn't this the best news?"

"Harald will definitely notice this news, and Morgans will also remember me as a 'good friend'."

Hana Hanafuda hesitated, then could only sigh softly before starting to move her body.

"Although I don't like this overly flamboyant approach, what can I do? You're the boss."

Inhale... Exhale!

"Hey, you scum who love slaves!!!"

Standing at the entrance of Tree No. 1, Hana Hanaza took down the sickle and meteor hammer.

Scream! Run away! The nightmare is about to begin!!

"What nonsense is that guy talking about? This is a legal slave trading area."

"Ignore him, he's probably just another stupid pirate whose brain has been soaked in seawater."

"..."

"Hana Hanafuda, those weaklings who occupy the vast majority of this world's territory are all ignorant."

Ross strode forward, the blade of Flesh Droplet pointing diagonally at the ground.

"They are unwilling to see a reality that is detached from their self-awareness..."

Ross walked past the jeweled nobleman leading his slaves without stopping, though the tip of his blade was inexplicably stained crimson.

"In their understanding, nobility is a privilege that transcends everything else."

"but……"

"What?! I thought this guy would dare to do something to me, but he's a pushover. Wait, why is my body upside down..."

puff-!!

Scalding hot blood rushed towards his head.

The cut surface of the torn muscle was perfectly smooth.

"What they don't know is that in the face of absolute power, there is never any privilege, whether in heaven or on earth."

Ross walked toward the next nobleman who was whipping a slave.

With a horizontal slash, another head flew into the air.

Ding!