Garp and Sengoku kept bickering, trading jabs like they had done for decades. Amon did not step into it.
Those two had known each other too long. They could insult each other all day and still laugh after. If an outsider joined in, it would only be awkward.
So while the two shameless old men continued their little "mutual destruction," Amon patiently took the three items and activated the system scan.
He had done this enough times that it felt routine. A few breaths later, the information unfolded in front of him.
[Four-Star Dragon Ball]: A bead engraved with four stars. Legend says there are seven Dragon Balls in total. Each has a different number of stars from one to seven, and each seals a different dragon. If all seven are gathered, the Divine Dragon can be summoned to grant a wish. Even reviving the dead is possible.
Amon nearly choked.
What kind of ridiculous drop was this?
Then the next thought hit him.
Dragon Balls only mattered if you had all seven.
So was this good luck, or terrible luck?
Gathering all seven would be a nightmare. Still, as a collectible, it was impressive.
Selling that for two hundred million beli felt a little vicious, but compared to rusty swords and scraps of old leather, this was already far from the worst.
Amon put it aside and moved on.
[Kidney Tonic]: A tonic for men. Drink it and you'll feel refreshed. One bottle clears your mind. Two bottles, you won't feel tired. Three bottles, you'll live forever.
Amon stared at the description.
If the system wrote it, then it meant the effects were real.
The problem was, there was only one bottle.
If three bottles truly meant immortality, that would be absurd. Which meant Sengoku had once again landed right outside the good part.
Amon held his laughter back and looked at the last item.
[Nursery Rhymes: 300 Songs]: A songbook stitched from old Grimm's Fairy Tales lullabies. Its verses can soften hearts and pull the lost back from the edge. It's most feared by witches, spirits, and monsters; sung aloud, the rhymes become a ward. Rumor says the "nonsense" lines also conceal a hidden manual, The Sunlit Psalter, and anyone who deciphers it has a limitless path ahead.
This time Amon could not hold it.
He burst out laughing.
Sengoku pulled out this?
Amon knew that book. He could already hear those ridiculous lines in his head, and it made him want to laugh again.
As for the so-called hidden scripture, it was not completely fake either. In that story, the manual really did appear after the pages were torn up and pieced back together.
But whether Sengoku had the patience to reach that point was another matter.
If Amon summed up Sengoku's three items, it was simple.
They sounded terrifying, like world-changing treasures.
But each one came with a condition that made it useless right now.
One Dragon Ball could not make a wish.
One bottle of tonic could not reach the insane part.
And the rhyme book only became divine if you somehow dug the hidden scripture out of it.
High-class on the surface.
Empty in the hand.
Sengoku was the kind of unlucky person who always brushed against fortune without ever grabbing it properly.
Amon was genuinely curious what Sengoku's face would look like when he heard the details.
"Amon, how is it?" Garp leaned in first, impatient and nosy.
Sengoku stared too, waiting with expectation rising in his eyes. He wanted something that would let him crush Garp into the ground.
Amon cleared his throat, pressed the laughter down, and spoke with a straight face.
"Very strong. Sengoku, your luck is good."
He nodded seriously. "All three items are great. Even I'm tempted. I'm honestly jealous."
"Really?" Sengoku stepped forward at once, joy spreading across his face. "Amon, what did I get?"
"Amon, stop dragging it out," Garp said. "Hurry up. What did he pull?"
Amon smiled. "One by one."
He took out the Four-Star Dragon Ball and held it up.
"This is the Four-Star Dragon Ball. Extremely mysterious, extremely powerful."
"It can grant wishes."
"Any wish. Even reviving the dead."
Both old men froze.
They did not expect Amon to start with something so outrageous.
If that was real, it was beyond broken. If Sengoku wished for strength, then Garp would be in trouble.
Sengoku's eyes narrowed. He looked at Garp with a dangerous, excited gleam.
Amon coughed lightly, then continued in the same calm tone.
"But."
"One Dragon Ball can't do anything by itself."
He lifted a finger. "You need all seven to summon the dragon."
The excitement on Sengoku's face stiffened mid-breath.
He had already stepped into the fantasy, and Amon yanked him back out.
Garp exploded into laughter.
"Hahahaha! Sengoku, that face. Are you trying to make me laugh to death?"
He laughed so hard tears rolled down his cheeks, savoring every second of Sengoku's sudden collapse from heaven to the ground.