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With a massive bankroll of thirty thousand Origin Points burning a hole in his system wallet, Rosh didn't just blindly throw his currency at the screen. He was a businessman, after all. Before making any sudden moves, he decided to consult the System interface briefly.
He ran the numbers, and the System's diagnostic came back with a crystal-clear quote:
[Upgrade Cost: Exactly 20,000 Origin Points to permanently supercharge his baseline stats to a level equivalent to six Admiral Kizarus combined.]
Six times the raw power of the universe's ultimate light-man. Just letting that concept sit in his brain for a second was enough to send a literal thrill down anyone's spine.
Rosh leaned far back into his executive leather chair, steepling his fingers as he quietly weighed the tactical advantages. If he pulled the trigger on this upgrade, would he be able to cleanly delete the Ancient One in a direct clash? Honestly, it was still a bit of a wildcard. That mysterious, bald sorceress remained the biggest question mark he had encountered since dropping into the Marvel Universe. Her reality-bending magic was just too tricky to map out perfectly.
But even if an absolute victory against her wasn't a 100% guarantee, Rosh was dead certain of one major fact: she wouldn't be a threat to his life anymore.
At six times Kizaru's combat output, the entire universe essentially became his personal playground. Escaping, engaging, or just completely ignoring almost any cosmic entity on the map would become a totally realistic option. From where Rosh was sitting, a 6x Kizaru baseline would comfortably cement his place among the absolute strongest apex beings in existence. If the Mad Titan Thanos decided to step into his path down the line... well, Rosh highly doubted the guy would stay standing long enough to snap his fingers.
And the best part of his financial situation? He wasn't hurting for cash. Even after sinking twenty thousand points into a direct stat evolution, he'd still have a comfortable cushion left over for a little personal entertainment.
A slow, cool smirk touched the corner of Rosh's mouth.
"System," he commanded, his voice dripping with relaxed authority. "Burn five thousand Origin Points. Let's roll the dice on five consecutive draws."
The exact second the command left his lips, the System processed the transaction. Five thousand points vanished from his ledger in a blink, and a massive, glowing holographic roulette wheel materialized in the center of his office, painting the walls in a kaleidoscope of vibrant light.
[Processing multi-draw request... Commencing Prize Pool Lottery...]
The colorful wheel began to blur, spinning at a dizzying, physics-defying speed. Countless legendary rewards from the world of One Piece flashed across the screen in a rapid-fire blur.
The prize pool was absolutely stacked to the brim. Rosh couldn't help but chuckle internally. If this had been his very first day using the system, he probably would have been gripping the edge of his desk, his heart hammering against his ribs in pure, unadulterated gacha anxiety. Back then, pulling even a single decent reward meant the difference between surviving or getting crushed by the local crime syndicates.
But now? He just watched the flashing lights with calm, unbothered eyes. His expression didn't even flicker.
At his current god-tier level, the lottery wasn't a crutch he relied on to survive anymore. It was just a pleasant little bonus feature. If he pulled something legendary, awesome. If he pulled absolute trash, it wouldn't break his bank. After all, his true, unshakable source of dominance came from the steady, guaranteed stat upgrades he bought directly with his points. The gacha wheel was just a fun way to blow off some steam.
*Ding!*
The frantic whirring of the holographic wheel gradually began to slow, the flashing items clicking past one by one until the pointer snapped to a heavy, definitive halt.
[Draw Sequence Complete! Revealing your rewards...]
A waterfall of neon text cascading down his visual field immediately sounded off in his mind:
[Congratulations, Host! You have unlocked: Beginner-Level Conqueror's Haki!]
[Congratulations, Host! You have received: The Black Blade Yoru!]
[Congratulations, Host! You have received: One Door-Door Fruit!]
[Congratulations, Host! You have received: The Going Merry!]
[Congratulations, Host! You have unlocked: Shanks' Legendary Swordsmanship!]
Rosh carefully scanned the five floating rewards, a slow, highly satisfied smile spreading across his face.
"Not bad at all," he murmured. "In fact, that's a pretty clean sweep."
Overall, he was more than pleased with the haul. To be fair, the legendary Black Blade Yoru was a masterpiece of a weapon, but given his current fighting style, it didn't hold a ton of practical day-to-day utility for him. The same went for the Going Merry; it was an iconic, nostalgic ship packed with intense sentimental value, but it wasn't exactly practical for navigating the streets of New York. At best, those two prizes were going straight into his premium personal collection as ultimate trophies.
But the remaining three rewards? Those were absolute game-changers.
Conqueror's Haki.
Among the three distinct forms of Haki, this was by far the rarest, most legendary ability in existence. Unlike Observation or Armament Haki, this wasn't a skill you could just grind out through sheer willpower and decades of brutal training. You couldn't study for it, and you couldn't fake it.
You were either born with the spirit of a king, or you weren't.
Those who successfully awakened it could weaponize their very presence, projecting an aura so terrifyingly dense that a single, cold glare could short-circuit the brains of weaker opponents, knocking them completely unconscious before a single punch was even thrown. It was the ultimate, undisputed display of dominance.
Even more importantly for Rosh's build? Admiral Kizaru had never possessed Conqueror's Haki. The light-man was an absolute powerhouse, sure, but at the end of the day, he was a high-ranking cog in the Marine machine, lacking that raw, sovereign ambition.
But now that Rosh had pulled it from the prize pool, the absolute last missing piece of his combat puzzle had officially fallen into place. At long last, he held the keys to all three forms of supreme willpower.
Then there was Shanks' Swordsmanship.
To be honest, that reward alone was worth the price of admission. Shanks wasn't just some highly skilled duelist who knew a few fancy forms. He was one of the legendary Four Emperors of the Sea, a pirate whose absolute mastery of the blade stood at the apex of the world. His swordplay was so terrifyingly refined that historians and marines constantly mentioned his name in the exact same breath as Dracule Mihawk, the World's Strongest Swordsman.
Receiving this reward didn't just mean Rosh memorized a few cool stances. It meant his brain and body instantly inherited decades of high-stakes, life-or-death combat experience, instantly elevating his blade mastery to god-tier status. Without question, it pushed his close-quarters lethality into a completely unmapped realm.
Over his two years in this world, Rosh had come to realize a very brutal, undeniable truth: a Devil Fruit, no matter how broken, was never going to be enough on its own.
The history of the Grand Line was littered with cautionary tales proving that exact point. People who relied 100% on their Devil Fruit powers looked completely invincible when bullying ordinary rookies. But the second they bumped into a genuine master of the sea? Their overreliance became a massive liability, and their weaknesses were instantly laid bare.
Without a rock-solid physical baseline, elite Haki, and exceptional martial combat skills, even the most overpowered Devil Fruit could only carry you so far. True, untouchable power wasn't built around a single gimmick. It was a mosaic, a perfect fusion of every evolutionary advantage into one seamless, terrifying fighting style.
Every single piece mattered, and right now? Rosh had officially become that exact breed of apex predator. He was a combatant with zero blind spots and virtually no statistical weaknesses.
Even if he decided to completely turn off his Glint-Glint Fruit and fight purely as a mortal, his raw physical strength, combined with high-level Marine Rokushiki martial arts and the dual swordsmanship styles of both Shanks and Zoro, would be more than enough to turn almost any enemy into mincemeat.
If a version of Thanos without any Infinity Stones ever decided to walk into his shop looking for a fight, Rosh was completely confident the showdown would be hilariously one-sided. Without the Stones, the Mad Titan was undeniably a brick wall of muscle. But at the end of the day, he was still just a big guy relying on physical brawling. Compared to the absolute Swiss Army knife of god-tier abilities currently resting in Rosh's arsenal, raw muscle simply wasn't going to cut it.
With his stats and combat styles fully squared away, Rosh's attention finally shifted toward the last useful prize hovering in his system menu: The Door-Door Fruit.
Unlike the raw elemental speed of his light fruit, this specific Paramecia-class ability specialized in the direct, broken manipulation of space itself. The user could manifest a doorway on virtually any surface, or even in empty air, allowing for instant, flawless movement through otherwise impassable physical boundaries.
Whether he needed it for high-stakes infiltration, an instant tactical extraction, a sudden blind-spot ambush, or just casual long-distance travel, the strategic possibilities were completely endless. It was an incredibly high-utility tool.
Without overthinking it, Rosh reached out and grabbed the strange, swirling-patterned fruit from his system inventory. He brought it to his mouth and took a massive bite.
*Crunch!*
Instantly, the familiar, soul-crushing nightmare returned.
"...Ugh," Rosh muttered, his face twisting into a heavy grimace as he swallowed. "That taste... I swear it somehow gets worse every single time."
No matter how many of these things he chewed through, the universally hated, completely rotten-garbage flavor of a Devil Fruit never became any easier to stomach. Fortunately, the sensory torture only lasted for a brief few seconds.
As the foul aftertaste faded away, a completely different, highly addictive sensation flooded his nervous system. A massive torrent of instinctive, spatial knowledge poured directly into his brain. He didn't need a user manual, and he didn't need a teacher to explain the mechanics. He simply... knew.
He perfectly understood the underlying quantum principles for creating dimensional doorways, the precise methods for navigating parallel sub-spaces, and the infinite ways the Door-Door Fruit could be applied to reality. The entire power became second nature in a heartbeat.
Rosh slowly raised his right hand, pointing his fingers toward the empty, sunlit air in the middle of his office. His fingers curled slightly around an invisible object, and he made a gentle, deliberate pulling motion.
*Creak...*
The distinct, heavy sound of a turning door handle echoed clearly out of thin air. Rosh gripped the invisible knob naturally and gave it a firm tug.
The empty space right in front of his desk rippled violently like a pebble dropped into a still pond, before splitting clean down the middle. A real, physical, perfectly rectangular door materialized right out of nothingness, opening into a strange, green-tinted dimensional pocket.
Looking at the absolute impossibility of the sight floating in his office, even Rosh couldn't help but slowly raise an eyebrow, a cool, highly intrigued smile spreading across his face.
"...Interesting," he murmured softly.
"This ability is going to be a lot more fun than I expected." Rosh couldn't help but crack a genuine smile.
The Door-Door Fruit was turning out to be infinitely more useful than he had initially calculated. With nothing more than a passing thought, he could literally manifest a doorway leading to absolutely anywhere he could visualize. It completely bypassed the laws of physics and laughed in the face of common sense.
Honestly, it felt exactly like having Doraemon's famous Anywhere Door, except this version was entirely real, dangerously functional, and sitting right in his palm.
Naturally, Rosh spent the next ten minutes treating his private office like a personal playground, testing out the spatial boundaries of his new toy.
*Creak!*
A neat, glowing door sliced open right beside his executive desk. Rosh stepped through it casually, only to instantly emerge right next to the massive bookshelf on the opposite side of the room. He did it again, popping out near the lounge sofa, then right back behind his chair.
Every single test run was flawless. There was zero spatial lag, zero energy bleeding, and absolute precision. The more he played around with the mechanics, the more impressed he became.
"Yeah. This is going to be an absolute game-changer," Rosh murmured.
Whenever he needed to slip out of the shop unnoticed or drop into a secure location without triggering a single alarm, this ability would be worth its weight in gold. It was the ultimate stealth asset to balance out his high-powered elemental arsenal.
Then, right as he was about to close up the spatial rift, a sudden, wild thought flashed through Rosh's mind. His eyes narrowed, and his entire body froze dead in place.
An idea hit him with the force of a cosmic lightning bolt.
If the Door-Door Fruit could manifest a gateway to literally any location his mind could perceive... then who said he had to limit himself to terrestrial coordinates?
Could he use it to open a direct path to another planet?
The moment that reality-shattering possibility clicked in his brain, a massive cascade of business strategies exploded in his head. He almost burst out laughing.
Let's look at the map. This wasn't some ordinary, boring civilian world. This was the Marvel Universe. Earth was just one tiny, isolated backwater corner of an unimaginably vast, thriving cosmos. Beyond the atmosphere lay massive alien civilizations, legendary space-faring races, and insanely powerful individuals.
And from a businessman's perspective? That meant an entirely untapped market of premium customers.
The Guardians of the Galaxy: They immediately jumped to the front of his mind. Star-Lord, Rocket, Groot, Gamora, they were essentially walking, talking cheat codes for Destiny Points. As the universe's premier cosmic protagonist squad, every single member carried an astronomical amount of narrative Luck. Selling a round of Devil Fruits to that crew would easily net him a massive fortune in Origin Points.
The Kingdom of Asgard: Think about the heavyweights sitting up there in the golden realms. Thor, Loki, and the Allfather Odin himself. Each one possessed staggering cosmic influence and world-shaping destiny. If he could convert the Norse pantheon into regular storefront clients, the rewards from the system would be completely unimaginable.
Rosh slowly rubbed his chin, his golden eyes flashing with ambition. "...Fascinating."
The more he chewed on the logistics, the more viable the intergalactic expansion looked. At first glance, taking his business off-planet sounded a bit ridiculous, but the math didn't lie. His personal combat power had already cleared the ceiling of Earth's heavy-hitters. Soon, he was about to climb even higher.
If he was already operating on a god-tier level, why the hell was he limiting his retail empire to just one planet? The universe was practically begging for a franchise expansion.
Still, Rosh didn't let the sudden rush of cosmic hype cloud his business sense. He took a slow breath, forcing his mind to calm down and analyze the board logically. Just because a plan was theoretically possible didn't mean he should go cowboy and do it immediately. Interstellar commerce required meticulous planning.
For starters, he needed exact, locked-in coordinates for his future alien clientele. Thor and Loki were almost certainly chilling up in Asgard right now, but casually ripping open a portal straight into Odin's throne room to pitch a sales catalog hardly sounded like the smartest way to make a first impression. That was a great way to accidentally start an interrealm war.
Besides, if his memory of the MCU timeline served him right, he wouldn't even have to waste the fuel to go look for them. It wouldn't be long before both royal brothers dropped onto Earth for their own family drama anyway. There was absolutely zero reason to rush the process. He could just sit back, run his shop, and let the premium customers walk right through his front doors.
"One step at a time," Rosh muttered, shaking his head to clear the web of cosmic strategies spinning in his brain. "First priority... let's secure the bag and lock in the power."
He turned his focus squarely back to the glowing blue system interface. After the lottery draws, he still had a hefty balance of 25,000 Origin Points resting in his account. This time, he wasn't looking to play the gacha wheel or gamble on random drops.
Without a shred of hesitation, he selected the direct enhancement option and dumped the lion's share of his wealth straight into his core baseline.
20,000 Origin Points vanished from his ledger in a fraction of a millisecond.
Instantly, a staggering, crushing surge of raw physical energy detonated within his bone marrow. His muscles tightened and condensed to an impossible degree, his nervous system hyper-accelerating to handle the massive influx of raw data. By the time the golden aura settled back into his skin, his baseline physical output had officially crossed the threshold into absolute absurdity: Six Admiral Kizarus combined.
But Rosh wasn't done spending yet. He looked at the remaining 5,000 Origin Points and immediately channeled them into his newest acquisition: Conqueror's Haki.
The newly unlocked, beginner-level aura greedily absorbed the currency, rapidly evolving and multiplying in density. The invisible spiritual pressure rolling off his body grew exponentially sharper, heavier, and infinitely more oppressive.
In a matter of moments, his willpower output skyrocketed, cleanly matching the terrifying, sky-splitting tier of Shanks' Conqueror's Haki.
While it hadn't fully caught up to his maxed-out Observation and Armament Haki yet, the jump in power was still utterly ridiculous. From this moment onward, the rules of engagement had completely shifted. Only truly elite, iron-willed powerhouses would even possess the mental fortitude to remain standing conscious in Rosh's presence if he decided to take off the kid gloves.
Anyone weaker wouldn't even get the chance to draw a weapon. They would hit the floor cold before the fight even started.
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