At first, Amon had been worried that if he failed to complete the task within a single day, his performance would be wiped clean.
Now it seemed that worry had been pointless. This was easy.
Sure enough, the system was still fairly humane. It was not going to hand out tasks that were too difficult.
Besides, once Tashigi opened her Jar this time, not only would he receive his exclusive Jar, but the system had also said it would give him a mysterious gift.
Amon was quite interested in that mysterious gift.
Judging from the system's usual standards, it probably would not be anything bad.
With the final candidate more or less settled, Amon's mood improved greatly. He picked up the remaining items and began explaining them one by one.
Once he finished describing their effects, this task would be done.
"Ahem, now let's talk about the second item."
"This item is called Seastone Gloves. From the name alone, you should already have a pretty good idea what they do."
"That's right. This is a pair of gloves made from Seastone. As long as any Devil Fruit user is grabbed by them, their whole body will go weak. In that respect, they're quite similar to Seastone handcuffs."
"But their advantage lies in flexibility. Combined with your Devil Fruit ability, they can achieve effects that would be hard to guard against."
The tactical value of Seastone Gloves was obvious. They were the kind of item every Devil Fruit user feared.
Even someone as powerful as Whitebeard would not be able to ignore them.
Of course, against a figure like that, Smoker probably would not even be able to get close enough to touch him, even with these gloves.
Still, in the right hands, their usefulness was undeniable.
"Seastone Gloves?"
Smoker had always been quite fond of Seastone. The weapon he carried was made with Seastone as well.
But while it was easy enough to make a weapon out of Seastone, its practical effect was not always that remarkable. A Seastone weapon was usually too large and obvious, so opponents would be on guard.
Seastone Gloves were completely different.
Who would ever guess that the gloves worn by a Devil Fruit user were themselves made of Seastone?
This was practically the perfect hidden weapon for everyday use and dirty tricks alike.
"Put them on and try them."
Seeing Smoker's eager expression, Amon told him to wear them and test the effect.
"Alright."
Smoker also wanted to know whether wearing the gloves himself would affect him.
In that case, their tactical worth would be greatly reduced.
"Hm? I don't know what the inside of these gloves is made of, but after putting them on, I'm actually not affected by the Seastone at all."
Seastone's effects were extremely powerful. Normally, any Devil Fruit user would go limp the moment they touched it.
But these gloves had been specially treated. Wearing them did not produce that effect at all.
"Grab yourself with them and see what happens."
"Alright."
Smoker nodded, then cautiously grabbed his own body with the gloved hand.
In an instant, he felt as if all the strength in his body had been sucked out. His limbs went weak on the spot.
Seeing that, he quickly pulled the Seastone Gloves away from himself, and only then did his strength begin to return.
So they really were a genuine pair of Seastone Gloves.
And from the looks of it, their effect was even stronger than ordinary Seastone items.
"The last item is called Colorless Crystal Fragments. They're a material used for forging equipment, but they require blueprints, so for now they don't really have any practical use. Keeping them as collectibles isn't a bad idea, though."
After explaining the effect of the Seastone Gloves, Amon picked up the Colorless Crystal Fragments as well and handed everything over to Smoker.
"A material for forging equipment? And it needs blueprints too? Forget it. I don't want this one. You can keep it."
Smoker was so full of excitement over his new ability and his new equipment that he gave upon the Colorless Crystal Fragments upon hearing that they needed blueprints to be useful.
"You're giving it to me? Fine by me."
Amon did not mind having more of them. He had his subspace, and the space inside it was huge. He could store whatever he wanted.
"Mr. Amon, Smoker is done opening his Jar, so can I open mine now?"
Tashigi could no longer hold herself back.
"Sure, but it still costs a hundred thousand Berries."
Tashigi counted as an important supporting character in One Piece, so the Jar she bought would still count toward Amon's business mission.
"I have it!"
Tashigi nodded and happily pulled out a stack of Berries from inside her pink floral shirt.
Amon was briefly speechless.
He had not expected her to be a little rich girl too, carrying that much money around with her.
Thinking about it, Tashigi was probably the richest little girl he had met on this journey so far.
Then again, Kuina and little Kaya had not exactly been poor either.
"Mr. Amon, count it."
After pulling out a hundred thousand Berries, Tashigi held it out to him with her tiny pink hands.
Looking at how adorable she was, Amon pinched her little cheek and said, "No need to count it. Our Tashigi is such a good girl. You wouldn't lie to me."
"Go pick a Jar."
"Sigh, I want to open a Jar too. Spending a hundred thousand Berries and all that..."
Garp looked at Tashigi with obvious envy, then slowly turned his gaze toward Amon.
That nearly made Amon jump out of his skin.
Damn it. That kind of look was one thing coming from a little girl.
But when it came from a rotten old man, all Amon felt was his scalp tingling and his whole body breaking out in goosebumps.
"Oi, oi, oi, Garp, can you stop looking at me like that?"
Amon felt his whole body go uncomfortable under Garp's stare.
"Hahaha!"
Garp did not care in the slightest. Seeing Amon react like that, he burst into loud laughter.
"Mr. Amon, I've picked one!"
While Garp was still laughing loudly, Tashigi had already finished choosing on her side.
Rather unexpectedly, she had not chosen a pink Jar.
Instead, she picked a sea-blue one.
That surprised Amon a little.
Still, it did not matter. What kind of Jar a person chose was entirely their own freedom.