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Chapter 1: The Black-Hearted Boss Goes Online, Scaming Garp of a Million Berries at the Start!
1,690 Words
East Blue.
Foosha Village.
Makino's tavern was as lively as ever.
However, in front of the tavern, a stall that felt completely out of place had recently appeared.
It was a crude wooden stall with a single wooden board standing lonely on top of it.
Four large words were crookedly written on the board in ink.
Dungeon Shop.
"Bwahahaha! You stinking brats! Thought you could run away from me!"
A booming laugh exploded at the entrance of the village.
Garp had returned.
Tucked under each of his arms was a fiercely struggling little tyke.
"Let me go! You damn old geezer!"
Ace, on the left, was full of rage, flailing his hands and feet.
"Uwaaa! I'm gonna be the Pirate King! I don't want to be a Marine!"
Luffy, on the right, was crying so hard snot bubbles were forming, his legs kicking wildly in the air.
The smile on Garp's face vanished instantly.
Veins popped out on his forehead.
"So noisy!"
"Quiet down!"
He clenched his free hands into fists.
Bam!
Bam!
Two merciless "Fists of Love" landed precisely on the heads of the two brats.
Large bumps immediately swelled up on Ace and Luffy's heads.
Both of them saw stars and instantly settled down.
Garp nodded with satisfaction. Just as he was about to haul these two hyperactive grandsons away, he caught a glimpse of the strange stall out of the corner of his eye.
He paused.
"Dungeon Shop?"
Garp narrowed his eyes and walked over with interest.
Behind the stall, a young man was lying on a rocking chair.
The young man had white hair, wore a simple white short-sleeved shirt and beach shorts, and had a pair of sunglasses perched on his nose.
He swayed gently with the rocking chair, looking so lazy it seemed like his bones might fall apart.
Garp's massive figure cast a shadow, completely enveloping the young man.
The rocking chair stopped swaying.
The young man extended a finger and slowly pulled his sunglasses down a bit, revealing a pair of pitch-black eyes.
"Welcome."
He spoke, his tone languid and raspy with sleep.
Garp's face instantly darkened.
What kind of attitude was this kid having!
He was the Marine Hero, Garp!
And this kid dared to talk to him with such an attitude?
Two streams of rough air shot out of Garp's nostrils.
He leaned down, a massive sense of oppression surging toward the young man.
"Kid."
His tone was aggressive, carrying the scent of gunpowder.
"You call this place a Dungeon Shop?"
Garp's finger tapped heavily on the wooden board with the writing.
"But I don't see a single product here."
The young man pushed his sunglasses back up onto the bridge of his nose, the corners of his mouth hooking into a playful arc.
"Esteemed customer, you can't say that."
"The things I sell aren't cabbages that can be laid out on shelves for people to pick and choose."
His voice remained lazy, yet it carried an unquestionable certainty.
"It is an experience."
"An experience that you will never forget for the rest of your life."
Garp's brows furrowed even tighter, two streams of white air jetting from his massive nostrils.
"Experience?"
He grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, his smile filled with danger.
"Alright then! I'd like to see just what kind of medicine you're selling in that gourd of yours!"
"Speak! How do I experience it!"
The young man yawned lazily and held up three fingers.
"It's very simple."
"Just choose the dungeon package you want."
"Primary Dungeon, experience price, one million Berries."
"Intermediate Dungeon, advanced price, ten million Berries."
"As for the highest level, the Advanced Dungeon..."
He paused, his pitch-black eyes looking at Garp from behind his sunglasses as he slowly spat out a number.
"One hundred million."
The air instantly solidified.
Ace and Luffy both stopped struggling, staring wide-eyed at the white-haired young man who dared to speak such madness.
The smile on Garp's face froze.
The next second, his entire face turned black, the veins on his forehead pulsing crazily like earthworms.
"You stinking brat, are you crazy for money!"
Garp's roar almost lifted the roofs off of Foosha Village.
"One million?! One hundred million?!"
"Why don't you just go rob someone!"
"Don't get excited, don't get excited."
The young man waved his hand, gesturing for him to calm down.
"Mr. Garp, my prices are clearly marked, and I cheat neither the old nor the young."
"Once you've witnessed the magic of the dungeon, you'll naturally feel it was worth more than the price."
His tone was as plain as if he were commenting on the nice weather, but that self-confidence stifled Garp's anger right in his throat.
This kid was either a lunatic or he really had some skill.
Garp stared at him for a full ten seconds.
He suddenly huffed, and his clenched fists relaxed.
He extended his pinky finger and started picking his nose as if no one was watching.
"You talk big."
"Since you're so confident, I'll give you face today and see what you've got!"
He flicked his finger, his movement extremely casual.
"Give me the cheapest one!"
Garp glanced at the young man with a look that said 'you're getting off easy'.
"One million Berries, right? Put it on my tab for now!"
"If I don't think it's worth the price..."
He grinned, his stark white teeth flashing with a cold glint.
"I won't be paying."
"As you wish."
The smile on the young man's face grew wider.
"Primary Dungeon, opening for you now."
As soon as his voice fell.
He raised his right hand, his index finger tapping lightly in the air.
Hum.
Ripples visible to the naked eye spread out in the space before his fingertip.
The next moment, a blinding white light erupted without warning, instantly swallowing Garp.
The white light came fast and left just as quickly.
In front of the tavern, only the crude stall, the leisurely young man on the rocking chair, and two bewildered little tykes remained.
The whole world was quiet.
The young man leaned back comfortably into his rocking chair, looking at the semi-transparent panel that only he could see, and began to ponder.
"Primary Dungeon... where should I send this old geezer for the most amusement?"
That's right.
His name was Blake, an unlucky guy who had traveled to this world a week ago.
Fortunately, he had awakened a cheat called the "All-Heavens Dungeon System".
As long as someone cleared a dungeon, he would receive generous rewards.
Risk his own life?
What a joke!
Finding the strong people of this world to be "boosters", letting them work for him while he fleeced them for an "entrance fee", wasn't that better than anything?
Eating the fish twice, it was simply delightful.
Blake stroked his chin.
A mischievous smile hung on his face.
"Heheh."
He comfortably crossed his legs, looking at the virtual panel only he could see.
On the panel, several lines of text glowing with a faint blue light were clearly displayed.
[Available Dungeon Pool]
[Primary Dungeon: Desert King]
[Introduction: In the endless sea of sand, challenge the Desert Warlord who attempts to steal a kingdom.]
[Primary Dungeon: Strongest Spear]
[Introduction: On the battlefield of clouds and lightning, face the Third Raikage who withstood a Tailed Beast Bomb with his bare body.]
[Primary Dungeon: Extraterrestrial Invader]
[Introduction: Above the steel jungle, alone, annihilate a Leviathan beast from deep space.]
[Intermediate Dungeon: Eye of the Moon]
[Introduction: Face the power of a god, challenge the Six Paths Uchiha Madara who absorbed the God Tree and opened the Eye of the Moon.]
Blake's gaze swept across the panel, his fingers tapping idly on the armrest.
"Desert King... Crocodile?"
He curled his lips.
"A Logia user is a dimensional strike against those who don't know Haki, but old geezer Garp..."
"His Armament Haki is practically trained into his muscles."
"One punch and that sand would be beaten back into minerals."
"Boring, next."
His gaze fell on "Extraterrestrial Invader".
"Fighting a big metal snake?"
A look of disdain appeared on Blake's face.
"That old guy Garp uses warships as sandbags usually. A monster of that level would probably be a one-punch affair."
"No good, no good, too lacking in spectacle, zero dramatic conflict."
What he wanted was amusement.
The kind of top-tier show with flesh-on-flesh impact, sparks flying, and adrenaline soaring for the audience!
Finally, his gaze stopped on the second Primary Dungeon.
[Strongest Spear].
Blake's eyes lit up.
The arc of his mouth grew wider, revealing a positively wicked smile.
"Oh ho?"
"This one is interesting."
"The Third Raikage, a monster who developed his pure physical body and Lightning Release Chakra to the extreme."
"Hell Stab: One-Finger Nukite, known as the Strongest Spear."
"Lightning Armor, known as the Strongest Shield."
"To cover his comrades, he single-handedly held off an army of ten thousand ninja, fighting for three days and three nights before dying of exhaustion."
"A pure man, an iron-blooded true man!"
Blake rubbed his chin, an earth-shattering duel already emerging in his mind.
Marine Hero, Iron Fist Garp.
His fist was the Fist of Justice that had shattered countless legends.
Cloud Village macho man, Third Raikage.
His fingers were the Strongest Spear that pierced all defenses.
When Garp's iron fist meets the Raikage's Hell Stab...
That scene.
Tsk tsk.
"The ultimate duel of spear and shield, the peak collision of taijutsu and taijutsu!"
Blake slapped his thigh excitedly.
"This is the one!"
"Let this old man who keeps talking about upholding justice feel the 'loving embrace' of a top-tier macho man from another world!"
"Heheheh, I hope his old bones... are still tough enough."
(To Be Continued)...
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