Three days later, at an open‑air coffee shop in a small town, Lucien sat in a chair, smoking a cigarette and sipping coffee. The update countdown on the light screen floating before him was about to finish.
"Task list updated, new tasks have been released, rewarding Dice rolls based on completion!"
Lucien read the subtitles beneath the continuous task repeatedly. It confirmed that the updated Golden Finger had changed once again. The more it updated, the smarter this so‑called useless system became.
Since he transmigrated, this persistent task had been hanging over him. But now, with version 4.0, additional tasks might appear, each granting Dice rolls. The Golden Finger was finally behaving like a real system.
From Lucien's point of view, this update was incredible. It meant that the more tasks that appeared, the more Dice rolls he could earn, which in turn increased his chances to synthesize greater luck bonuses. He wouldn't have to watch that one continuous task all day like a prisoner anymore. If this continued, his prospects would only flourish. In summary, the update had far more benefits than drawbacks.
Next, Lucien checked his lifespan. The question marks were gone, replaced by a specific number. Looking at the countdown made his expression unreadable.
Thirty years.
That number was much higher than the previous ten. Now Lucien was even more certain the Golden Finger was dangling his life in front of him like bait. Maybe he was overthinking, but it was too obvious by now.
Still, the old truth remained: he couldn't separate from the Golden Finger. It was growing stronger and more useful with every update. All things considered, things were acceptable. The profits he earned in this Pirate World far exceeded what he experienced in worlds like Attack on Titan, Demon Slayer, or Re:Zero.
Now all he had to do was wait for a random transmigration draw. He still had seven Dice roll opportunities and needed ten to attempt another random draw. That meant waiting three more years, perhaps earning enough rolls. If not, he'd have to wait an entire decade.
Thirty years, he should be able to endure that, right?
Lucien's eyes, amethyst like storm clouds, twitched. If he didn't draw a random transmigration within thirty years, he would be finished.
Wait, did he really eliminate all the famous figures in the Pirate World?
Why did it feel like something was missing?
Lucien began recalling past events, and sure enough, a few names had slipped through the cracks. He couldn't let that stand. What if those were minor supporting characters whose absence still mattered?
Thirty years could synthesize luck three times. But if he didn't draw it, he would still die. He needed at least four opportunities — that could tip fate in his favor. These people couldn't be ignored.
A storm ravaged the sea three days later. The appearance of one man sent the world into chaos.
"Extra, extra! The Savior has appeared in the Gothic Kingdom, and the thirty most powerful kings have all bent the knee!"
"The Savior is not dead."
"The Savior has returned!"
"Hey, hey, is this true or false?"
"What a joke, wasn't the Savior already gone? There hasn't been news for so long. How can he show up now?"
"The newspaper would not lie."
Across the world, countless people held newspapers in trembling hands.
The image above showed Lucien seated on a throne, with thirty crowned kings kneeling before him, heads bowed in reverence.
"It's really the Savior, he's alive."
"How is that possible? He's like a god!"
But while the world panicked, Lucien had already departed the federal island made up of thirty kingdoms. He had only visited to investigate several people through those kingdoms.
The old Red Line Twin Capes had collapsed, revealing a red soil island roughly a thousand square meters in area. This was the residue of the destroyed Red Line.
Golden lightning crackled in the sky. Lucien gazed down at a wooden house below. Under two coconut trees, an old man lay in a hammock.
It was Crocus, the former doctor of the Roger Pirates.
Crocus stirred awake, startled, his weathered face filled with shock as he watched Lucien descend from the sky.
Three seconds later, a sinkhole opened beneath him, and Lucien, transformed into golden lightning, vanished into the sky. It took just one punch.
Like crushing an ant.
Wano Country, a once‑isolated nation of swords and honor, famed in the New World for military might, now lay fragmented. Small islands connected here and there, a tenth of its former size.
Its population had shrunk by eighty percent.
Since Lucien seized control of the Beasts Pirates, figures like Orochi and others who once ruled Wano had been absorbed into Kaido's ranks before the great war. But that had changed nothing significant.
Now, after two years of recovery, Wano Country was slowly rebuilding. Its new rulers were none other than Momonosuke and Kin'emon.
Golden lightning stood in the sky above this small isle. Lucien had come not for anyone else, but for Momonosuke and his group.
In the original timeline, this young man had abundant screen time and plenty of detractors.
Lucien didn't speak. A massive divine dragon manifested behind him, wings tearing through the heavens, a serpentine tail vanishing into nothingness.
"What is that?!" island residents cried.
"A divine dragon."
"No, it's the Savior!"
"Why would he appear here?"
"What does he want?"
The sight stirred the entire island to look skyward.
Inside the grandest General's Mansion, Momonosuke stepped out with Kin'emon and several others, their faces pale. After all, the Savior's arrival hardly suggested a friendly visit.
Lucien watched them from above. Their shaved heads with topknots, kimonos, wooden clogs — they reminded him of a certain country from his previous life, and instinctively he found them repellant.
The dragon's roar shook sea and sky. Lucien raised his palm, striking down like a fallen star.
Boom.
A mushroom cloud soared into the clouds, obliterating everything. The small island vanished in dust, and countless lives were snuffed out before they could even scream.
Another sinkhole tore open, tsunamis smashing outward from all directions. With one strike, a nation ceased to exist, its people annihilated.
Lucien transformed into golden lightning and vanished again. For him, there was no emotional weight. If it were any other island or people, he might have confined his wrath to the leaders. But this country — a mirror of that nation in his previous life — earned nothing but obliteration.
After Crocus, Momonosuke, Kin'emon, and dozens more perished, Lucien continued his campaign across the world, confronting Foxy, Edward Weevil, Hody Jones, Vegapunk…
Finally, Lucien arrived in the desert kingdom of Alabasta. Like Wano Country, Alabasta had suffered from the great war. Its territory had fractured and shrunk, and its population dropped by seventy to eighty percent.
"I loved her deeply," he murmured, holding a beautiful woman with waist‑length aquamarine hair. His finger traced her delicate cheek before he sank his teeth into her fair neck.
Around them lay corpses of guards, all stopped mid‑breath.
Three days later, Lucien had sent all the slightly famous figures from the original timeline to the afterlife.
After settling old accounts, he had only four Dice roll opportunities left. With the previous seven, he could synthesize luck once more. It was now or never.
If he failed to draw a random transmigration this time, he would have to wait another ten years.
The Dice spun and jumped. The blinding white light vanished, and Lucien's luck was used.
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