Chapter 78: Flexing Wealth? Rok vs Descendant of the Devil!
Impel Down — Level 6, Eternal Hell
The moment Rok shattered the seastone cuffs with raw power,
everyone froze.
Magellan (still trapped in Bullet's cage), Douglas Bullet himself, Domino, every guard — all stared like they'd seen a ghost.
Seastone is stronger than seawater at nullifying Devil Fruits.
No ability user in history had ever broken it by force.
Yet this kid just did.
"Hahaha! Douglas D. Rok… I underestimated you."
"Fine. Let's settle who's stronger!"
Bullet stepped forward, ignoring Magellan completely.
A young monster who made the world tremble?
Perfect punching bag.
"Fight you? Sorry, not interested."
Rok shrugged.
"What?! You fought all three Admirals, traded blows with Whitebeard — and you think I'm not worth your time?!"
Bullet's Conqueror's Haki exploded.
"Don't get mad. I didn't say I wouldn't fight."
"I just think we have no grudge. No point fighting for nothing."
"How about a bet?"
Rok's eyes flashed crimson.
His own Conqueror's Haki roared out, clashing evenly with Bullet's.
The collision crushed the ground and sent weaker guards to their knees.
Even Magellan inwardly gasped.
This kid was how old?!
"A bet?"
"If you win — this mountain of gold worth 10 billion berries is yours."
Rok waved his hand.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Pure gold bricks poured from nowhere, stacking into a glittering hill in seconds.
"Holy—!"
"That's enough to live like kings for generations!"
"That's ten lifetimes of Heavenly Tribute!"
The guards drooled.
Even Domino and Magellan were stunned.
10 billion?!
That was more money than most Vice Admirals saw in a lifetime.
Where did he even keep it?!
Another Devil Fruit power?!
"Not bad, kid. You're loaded."
Bullet's eyes gleamed too.
He didn't need money — strength got him anything.
But 10 billion was still 10 billion.
"So? Deal?"
Rok made the gold vanish just as fast.
System money was the best — summon any amount, any form, anytime.
He glanced at the drooling guards.
Mission accomplished.
Step one: let the whole world know Douglas D. Rok is filthy rich.
Money was power. A new faction needed both fame and funds.
"10 billion, huh? You're a weird one."
"Alright — what do I put up?"
"How about the heads of Magellan and every guard here?"
The prison staff went pale.
Bro, that's not how bets work!
"Uh… I don't need heads."
Rok deadpanned.
He wasn't here to destroy Impel Down.
Too many real monsters were still locked up.
Letting them loose would kill countless innocents.
"Hahaha! I don't bet on what you want — I bet on what I can give!"
"I just got out two days ago. I'm broke."
"Take it or fight bare-handed!"
Bullet was getting heated.
"No treasure needed."
"If I win — you work as my bodyguard for three years."
Silence.
"WHAT?! Make ME your bodyguard?! You think you're Roger?!"
Bullet roared, veins popping.
"I'm Douglas Bullet!"
"Scared you'll lose?"
Rok smirked.
"And don't worry — if you ever beat me in those three years, you can walk free anytime."
"Fine, brat. Talk after you win!"
Bullet roared.
The fight was on.
And the moment it began,
Bullet felt a strange numbness in his left arm.
Death God Thunder Seed — Detonate!
KRA-BOOOOOOOM!
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