[Observation Haki: 5,000 points]
[Armament Haki: 5,000 points]
The steep 5,000-point price tags forced Astrix to suppress his urge to buy a flying cloak.
A cloak was undeniably cool—but compared to Haki, it was ultimately just an external tool.
"I'm going to become the strongest man in the world. I refuse to end up like Crocodile."
A dignified Shichibukai, yet in his obsession with Ancient Weapons, he neglected his Haki training—and was ultimately defeated by Luffy, who had just set out to sea without even possessing Haki.
A disgrace to Logia users.
"Better to train first. If I can awaken both types of Haki naturally, then I'll buy the flying cloak—and maybe even the bamboo-copter."
At the end of the day, Astrix was simply… broke.
If he had a million points, he'd max out all three types of Haki without hesitation and buy whatever he pleased.
But since he didn't, he had to live like someone who didn't.
From the items traded by the post-apocalyptic user, Astrix had pieced together a rough understanding of their situation.
A month ago, the guy was still begging for food and water.
Now he was buying Water Dials and Laser Dials.
Clearly, he had only recently activated the system—just like Astrix.
Which meant one thing: he was probably just as poor.
On the Myriad Worlds Trading Platform, the true tycoon was the Warhammer-world user.
That man casually threw around tens of thousands of points, placing high bounties on Momonosuke and the "Deserter King" Koby.
He didn't treat points like points—he treated them like pocket change.
Koby hadn't even been born yet.
As for Momonosuke…
Oden was still alive.
Astrix decided then—four years later, when Kaido executed Oden, he would personally make a trip to Wano.
Compared to ten thousand points…
His shallow camaraderie with Oden from the Roger Pirates meant nothing.
After all—
That father and son were just too… insufferably foolish.
After washing up and changing clothes, Astrix strolled leisurely toward the banquet hall, hands in his pockets.
"A shame I don't know what that Warhammer guy actually needs… otherwise I could tailor my sales."
Different worlds, different needs.
The points Astrix struggled to earn were so abundant for that man they were practically meaningless.
And then there was the fool from Teyvat—
A goddess as a wife.
Another goddess as a sister-in-law.
Astrix clicked his tongue.
"That guy's life is peak transmigrator fantasy."
As Astrix entered the banquet hall, the contrast was immediate.
The Shandians showed him respect.
Some of the native Skypieans, however, wore their resentment plainly on their faces.
Astrix didn't mind.
If anything, he almost wished they would start shouting:
"On Sky Island's soil, we have become second-class citizens! Brothers—take up arms and follow me!"
That would make things simpler.
Then he could show them exactly what kind of man he was.
Those who dared resist—
Would be wiped out without mercy.
The so-called banquet hall resembled an open-air barbecue.
With Kalpara and Gan Fall rallying the crowd, Astrix took the seat of honor.
"Today, we gather here…"
He raised his glass.
"To celebrate this hard-won peace. This toast is—to peace."
"To peace!"
"To peace!"
Dissenters existed—but they were few.
After four hundred years of conflict, Gan Fall had already laid the groundwork for coexistence.
Astrix had simply… reaped the results.
Wine flowed.
Meat sizzled.
Laughter rose.
Around the blazing bonfire, Kalpara and Gan Fall led both tribes in a ritual dance honoring the Sun God.
And then—
Astrix pulled out a guitar.
Mihawk nearly spat out his drink.
Is there anything this man can't do?
Cooking. Navigation. Cartography. Log Pose crafting. Ship repair. Music.
Aside from not being able to swim—
He was practically a one-man crew.
At the invitation of a Skypiean girl, Astrix joined the dance.
"Deng-da-da-da~ Deng-da-da-da~"
The rhythm was simple—almost childish.
But once you joined in…
It became pure, unfiltered joy.
"Deng-da-da-da~ Deng-da-da-da~"
Older warriors watched with tears in their eyes.
Some couldn't resist joining.
Even the doctor, though still seated, looked visibly tempted.
Mihawk remained where he was—but his foot tapped unconsciously to the beat.
Until—
He sensed it.
And stood.
A figure rose from the sea below—
Light itself ascending into the heavens.
Kizaru had arrived.
And what greeted him was…
Beelzebub Astrix, dancing the Nika-style ritual with a crowd of winged islanders.
Sensing the electric signals in the air, Astrix looked up.
He smiled.
No panic. No tension.
He simply raised his glass.
"Come down and have a drink."
The battle ahead was inevitable.
But before that—
Astrix intended to set a trap.
He had Gan Fall prepare a Vision Dial to capture an image of them drinking together.
Blackmail might not work—
But not trying would be foolish.
Kizaru hovered mid-air, astonishment flashing across his face.
Invite a Marine Admiral… for drinks?
Still—
After two days of crossing Paradise, searching from Alabasta to Jaya…
He was thirsty.
He descended.
And sat opposite Mihawk.
"Dracule Mihawk… what are you doing here with Beelzebub?"
Mihawk poured himself a glass of wine.
His tone was calm.
But his words—
Hit like a blade.
"He is my Captain."
"Nani?!"
Kizaru's smile froze.
The World Government's intelligence network…
Was completely useless.
From the moment he saw Mihawk, Kizaru understood—
This mission had just become far more troublesome.
His target:
A former Roger Pirate.
A man with kingly ambition.
A Logia user wielding the Rumble-Rumble Fruit—on par with his own Glint-Glint Fruit.
And now—
Mihawk.
Add to that an island ten thousand meters in the sky…
And two native races.
Everything had spiraled out of control.
What a mess.
While Mihawk and Kizaru spoke, Astrix quietly gave his orders.
Gan Fall and Kalpara led their people away.
The Vision Dial recorded everything.
Every precaution was taken.
Then Astrix stepped forward.
He sat beside Mihawk.
Raised his glass.
And smiled.
"A guest from afar… Mr. Kizaru."
"A toast—to you." 🍷
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