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Chapter 395: Can't Survive Three Seconds?
High above Foosha Village, the massive blood-red screen blotted out the sun and sky. The text, as if cast in fresh blood, radiated a chilling pressure.
Imu, who was practicing her "Ki" by the shore, abruptly raised her head. A profound solemnity she had never felt before flashed through her crimson Rinnegan.
"Large-Scale Team Dungeon?"
"God-like opponents?" Imu repeated the words from the screen in a low voice, her fists subconsciously tightening.
"Fuffuffuffu!"
"Interesting, how very interesting!" Doflamingo crouched on the tavern's roof, his pink feathered coat snapping wildly in the howling wind. He pushed up his sunglasses, the corners of his mouth nearly splitting to his ears. "I thought the solo dungeons were already the absolute limit, to think the Boss was hiding such a great show!"
"Assemble your strongest partners? On the open seas, the word 'partner' is the cheapest joke there is!"
By now, the atmosphere at the pier had completely exploded.
"A Raid? What does that mean?"
"Idiot, didn't you read the text? It means group up and go die!"
"Bullshit! If the Boss released this mode, the rewards have to be countless times better than the solo dungeons!"
The pirates shoved each other frantically, their eyes filled with greed and fanaticism.
"Everyone, shut your mouths!" an enraged roar exploded like thunder over the center of the plaza.
Fleet Admiral Sengoku, draped in his Justice coat, strode forward with commanding steps. Behind him, the three Admirals—Akainu, Aokiji, and Kizaru—spread out in a line. That iron-blooded aura belonging exclusively to Marine Headquarters instantly suppressed the chaos in the plaza.
"Boss." Sengoku looked toward the tavern door, his voice low and powerful. "What exactly are the mechanics for this so-called 'Large-Scale Team Dungeon'? Do you expect us Marines to cooperate with this pirate scum?"
Akainu snorted coldly, black and red smoke faintly rising from his right arm. It was the residual heat of Zanka no Tachi. "Cooperate? I'll just burn them all to ashes."
Right at that moment.
Creak—
The seemingly ordinary wooden door of the tavern slowly swung open. Blake, holding a freshly brewed cup of tea, walked out at a leisurely pace. His silver, fragmented hair swayed gently in the breeze, and his eyes were as placid as a stagnant pool.
But the instant he appeared, whether it was the clamoring pirates or the arrogant Admirals, everyone subconsciously shut their mouths. Even Imu, hovering in mid-air, slowly descended to the ground as a sign of respect.
On this island, Blake was the only true God.
"You're all quite energetic, huh." Blake took a sip of tea and swept his gaze over the crowd. "Sengoku, you just asked about the mechanics?"
"It's very simple." Blake pointed a finger at the screen above his head. "The Raid has no set player limits. You form your own teams. As for the difficulty, it's Hell-tier. Let me put it this way, if you think you can solo it, you're more than welcome to try. But I'll tell you right now, with your current strength, if you go one-on-one with a Raid BOSS, you won't survive three seconds."
Dead silence.
Admiral Akainu's pupils contracted violently. "Won't survive three seconds? Boss, are you joking?"
He had just obtained the power of Zanka no Tachi. That temperature, capable of incinerating all things in the universe, made him feel invincible beneath the heavens.
Blake shot Akainu a sidelong glance and let out a scoff. "Sakazuki, don't use your pathetic amount of Spiritual Pressure to measure the Myriad Worlds. The sword in your hand is certainly not bad, but in front of certain existences, it's nothing more than a slightly warm fire poker."
Akainu's face instantly flushed the color of pig liver, but he didn't dare utter a single word in rebuttal.
"Boss, how are the rewards calculated?" Red-Haired Shanks, sitting on his wooden post, stroked his chin and asked. "With so many people fighting together, what happens if someone slacks off, or stabs us in the back?"
The moment this question was asked, everyone's ears perked up. This was what they cared about most. Marines and pirates. Pirates and pirates. Putting this bunch of people together, it would be a miracle if they didn't tear each other apart, let alone expect sincere cooperation?
"Good question." Blake set down his teacup and snapped his fingers.
The text on the screen instantly shifted.
[Raid Rule 1: Contribution System]
[The performance of all participants will be monitored by the system in real-time.]
[Damage taken, damage output, crowd control, and support—each category will be converted into Contribution Points.]
[Final rewards will be strictly distributed according to point ratios.]
[Slackers will receive zero rewards.]
[Anyone who maliciously attacks a teammate will be instantly wiped out.]
Those last two words, "wiped out," carried a bone-chilling coldness. Teach, who had been harboring wicked thoughts, couldn't help but shiver. He shrank behind Whitebeard, staring sinisterly at the ground.
"So you're saying, as long as I fight hard enough, I'll get the most rewards?" Kaido asked in his booming voice, the spiked club in his hand already trembling restlessly.
"You can understand it that way," Blake nodded slightly. "Furthermore, the Raid will drop 'God-Tier Sets' and 'Conceptual Weapons' that you will absolutely never see in a solo dungeon. It might even drop 'Authority' capable of altering the rules of the world."
Authority capable of altering the rules of the world!
That sentence dropped like a nuclear bomb into everyone's minds. Imu's breathing instantly became rapid.
What had she lived eight hundred years for? Wasn't it just to control that illusory phantom known as "Power"? But if she could obtain true "Authority"... then she would be a true God!
"Authority…"
The word seemed to possess a magic of its own, echoing in the air. Imu stared dead at the screen, panting like a bellows. She knew the weight of that word all too well.
Right now, even though she could blast through the sea with a single shot and sense all things using "Ki," it was still within the realm of "Strength." It was a mortal's limit. But "Authority" was the rules. It meant one's words became law, it meant altering reality; it was the true domain of the Gods!
"Boss!" Sengoku suddenly spun around, a cold glint flashing across his glasses. "Is there a player limit for this Raid?"
Blake held up two fingers and wiggled them. "No limit. Recommended class composition: Tank, DPS, Healer, Support. Friendly advice: don't even think about running a pure DPS rush composition."
"Since the rules are clear…" Sengoku took a deep breath, and his Justice coat flared out dramatically. "All Marine personnel! Assemble immediately!"
Clatter—
The three Admirals—Akainu, Aokiji, and Kizaru—snapped into position instantly. Garp picked his nose, looking utterly reluctant as he shuffled over. Vice Admiral Tsuru, Gion, Chaton, and the other top-tier combatants also swiftly converged.
The execution capabilities of the Marines were fully displayed in this moment. In just half a minute, a luxurious, all-star lineup consisting of the Fleet Admiral, the Hero, the three Admirals, and top-tier Vice Admirals had assembled on the left side of the plaza.
In the past, this lineup would have been enough to flatten any Four Emperor crew. But right now, Sengoku's brows were knitted into a tight knot.
"Our DPS is overkill…"
He looked at the bunch of monsters beside him who either shot fire, shot light, or froze time and space. They were all violent maniacs. There wasn't a single person who could heal!
In the past, when they got hurt in battle, they just gritted their teeth or relied on willpower. But the Boss had just said the BOSS's health bar was a hundred times thicker than Kaido's. Grit their teeth? Their ashes would be scattered to the wind!
Sengoku's eyes began scanning the crowd frantically. Finally, he locked onto the man with the pineapple haircut standing not far away.
"Marco!"
Sengoku strode over with wide steps, forcing a smile that looked worse than crying. "For the sake of peace and justice in the world… could we please ask you to temporarily join the Marine team?"
Dead silence.
The jaws of every pirate present dropped to the ground. The Marine Fleet Admiral, publicly poaching from a Four Emperor's crew? Did he have no shame?!
"Hah?" Marco looked at him with dead fish eyes, pointing at his own nose. "Sengoku, did you get kicked in the head by a donkey? I'm a pirate, you're a Marine. You want me to heal that magma bastard Akainu?"
The Zanka no Tachi in Akainu's hand hummed, and his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. "Fleet Admiral Sengoku! I do not need the help of a pirate! I can burn the enemies to ashes by myself!"
"Shut your mouth, Sakazuki!" Sengoku roared back. "This is a Raid! It's mechanics! Are you trying to get us all killed?!"
After screaming at Akainu, Sengoku turned back to Whitebeard, his tone actually carrying a hint of negotiation. "Newgate, name your price. Just lend Marco to us for one run. For all your past bounties, I have the authority to revoke half of them!"
Whitebeard, holding his wine gourd, looked down at Sengoku from his towering height.
Suddenly.
"Gurararararara!"
Whitebeard tilted his head back and laughed uproariously, laughing so hard tears almost came to his eyes. "Sengoku, oh Sengoku! I never thought I'd see the day! You, begging me? Sure!"
Whitebeard violently slammed Murakumogiri into the ground.
"Stew that pet goat of yours for me to eat with my booze, and I might just consider it!"
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