Chapitre 9: [9] A Sixth Sense

[2895 words]

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"Open fire!"

*Bang!* *Bang!* *Bang!*

Hundreds of guns fired out an endless sea of bullets towards the pristine ship at the docks.

The wooden bow was riddled with craters as it creaked and shattered apart.

A soft whistle blew out as the black shadow on board whizzed in disappearance.

The same strong 8-foot-tall silhouette reappeared behind the senior mafia member.

Before the man could even react, his head had exploded from a punch.

*Bang!* *Bang!* *Bang!*

The gangsters quickly shifted their aim onto the young attacker but were surprised by the results.

Every projectile that was traveling faster than sound was immediately stopped as if meeting an immovable object.

Going from a sturdy bullet shape to folding into a pancake, letting onto the ground with a melodious clatter.

"A monster!"

Seeing their attacks bear no fruits, some more senior members drew their blades and rushed forth.

Damien smiled in return and shot towards them, ready to practice.

He abandoned his devil fruit temporarily and stuck to hand-to-hand combat.

The punches came flying in with slashes of the blades as he worked on his reflexes and response time.

*Slash*

A sharp sword slashed toward the boy and he returned his right elbow directly at it.

Bam!

The blade didn't cut fully in.

"How hard is his skin!?" the man cried out as he saw his bent knife.

Only a few drops of blood dribbled from the young man.

'My skin can mostly block bullets, and even bend blades, but not completely,' Damien complimented his {Beastly Vitality}.

The bullets came raining down as they left tiny depressions in his skin, though they failed to dig any deeper before being deformed.

*Crack*

Damien's elbow crashed on a man's neck from above as his head plunged into the dirt below, surely broken.

"Die!" a man with a minigun screamed as he unloaded a spray of bullets.

*Whizz*

*Ratatatata!*

The young man simply flickered away as the bullets met some friendlies, dropping them like flies.

"Watch the crossfir-"

The man couldn't finish his sentence as a strong chop smacked his neck and sent him into instant paralysis.

Minutes passed as the hundreds of men were massacred.

"He's too fast, we gotta report it to the boss!"

…

A 10-foot tall (3.05 m) man gazed at the battlefield hundreds of meters away, a binocular at hand.

"You see that?" he asked his younger companion who also had binoculars.

"Looks young, very young," the man commented. "His moves are a little choppy and full of openings, but carry great power."

"He's purposely not using his devil fruit abilities?"

"Not just that…," the older man gulped. "H-He's sharpening himself with every kill, he's treating us like whetstones!"

The other man clenched his fist in anger, "We're feared all over West Blue, just to be used by a boy to train himself!?"

The grumbling man soon froze as he unconsciously gulped.

His binoculars fell to the ground, "he saw us!"

…

Damien who was just about to finish his last enemies felt peering eyes from afar.

A few black silhouettes watching, the sunlight reflecting off their tools.

"Better to attack them quickly before they can organize themselves, there should be a treasury filled with some goodies too, right?"

Damien broke the neck of the last man as his body fell.

'My combat capabilities are growing quite fast, unnaturally fast,' he thought while rushing towards the main base of the Gambino Family.

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[Main Base of the Gambino Family]

A 16-foot tall (4.88 m) man sat on an equally large golden chair.

He was towering in not just his height but also his demeanour; the scars on his face and body alongside the gun wounds painted quite the picture.

The middle-aged man had a thin mustache and well-combed hair as he sat with a pistol in his hand.

[His Image (in Discord)]

A transponder snail sat on the table in front of him as he puffed out an annoyed cloud of smoke.

"Boss!" the snail cried in a human-like expression. "He's too strong, the entire Eastern Forces have been taken out!"

The mafia boss bit on his cigar and he spat out, "How many are there?"

The snail replied posthaste, "J-Just one!"

"He's making his way to the main base, boss!"

The man hung up the snail as he grumbled in anger.

His name was Gambino Delago, the head of the Gambino Mafia Family.

Delago waved at his butler and ordered, "Round up all our men to hold down this threat, I want him dead!"

The old man nodded.

…

"Show him the might of the Gambino Family!"

"Raze 'em to the ground!"

"For the boss!"

Thousands of men in tight-fitted suits stood with their guns and weapons ready.

Even some cannons and RPGs were set to aim in the direction of the attacker.

The wall that surrounded the entire base was made with 5 feet-thick concrete, mounted with watchtowers and snipers.

"We have the target in sight," a sniper said as he peered into his scope, lining the crosshairs to the invader.

"Take him down!"

*Bang!*

The bolt-action rifle recoiled, shooting the bullet at great speeds.

Boom!

The ground exploded and a small crater was left behind, though the attacker was nowhere to be seen.

"I missed?"

The sniper then heard a calm voice resound in the area.

"Utter Ruin."

A huge current of crimson energy exploded from under the sniper as the thick walls were obliterated to their simplest form: dust and debris.

Cuboid pebbles rained over the entire base as the men standing by were engulfed by the cloud of dust.

*Vvoosh!*

Suddenly a black shadow whizzed through the dust and into the horde of men.

Explosions went off; trigger-happy gangsters unloaded their firearms haphazardly as their numbers steeply declined.

Damien continued his hand-to-hand combat as he broke bones, limbs, and necks; thinning the crowd.

Shots went off and yet Damien was able to dodge them instinctively.

"Fire the cannons!" a booming voice spread out of the snail in the main watchtower.

"But boss," The chief executive cried out miserably, "it'll hit our own men!"

"Fire the damn cannons!"

Boom!

The heavy barrel of the iron cannon exhaled a cloud of smoke as the cannonballs rained down on the panicked crowd.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The explosions roared continuously as the cannons opened fire without pause, finally reaching a slow silence.

"D-Did we get him?" a man uttered from the walls on the other side as his hands shook in fear.

"A-Above!"

A black shadow flickered into the sky as the red eyes seemed to shine through the dust cloud, staring into the man's soul.

"Obliteration Pulse."

A huge burst of crimson energy followed by an omnidirectional attack ensued as it engulfed the entirety of the plaza.

It kept spanning, from meters to tens of meters, reaching 100 meters.

A huge crater appeared, left with sharp cuts and scars on the earth within it.

Blood dyed the ground a fresh red as the walls crumbled to dust, destroying nearly 80% of the entire Gambino Family defense force!

Damien nodded at the impact while breathing a heavy breath and continued into the Mafia compound.

He roamed through the well-lit halls and a trail of goons followed in his wake.

*Crash*

The thick iron doors exploded as Damien made his way into the boss' chambers.

He saw expensive lights that lit up the regal decorations and animal heads mounted on the walls of rare species. It was quite the room filled with golden delights.

Damien looked ahead and saw the man in the large chair, devouring two cigarettes together.

He was surrounded by tens of bodyguards in black suits, and dark sunglasses equipped like the Secret Service.

Guns were drawn as usual.

"Just a kid doing this much damage," Delago said in an annoyed tone. "What will the other four think of me when they hear about this?"

He then gazed at the regal attire Damien was wearing.

"Why don't you work under me, kid?" He offered with a thin smirk. "I'll give you money, women, whatever, hmm, what'd you say?"

Damien hummed at the offer with a smile while he thought in his mind, 'Sibyl, pull up his stats.'

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[Gambino Delago]

[Age: 52 years, 5 months]

[Height: 16'] (4.88 m)

[Status: Healthy, Enraged]

[Strength: Unknown]

[Devil Fruit: Unknown]

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Naturally, Damien hadn't seen Delago fight and had no info on his devil fruit, or the lack of it, thus the information of the stats was rather restricted.

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"I refuse."

Delago crushed both his cigars and scoffed.

*Bang!* *Bang!* *Bang!*

Shots rain at Damien who just stood to eat them.

*Clatter*

The bullets littered the floor as the men continued to unload their entire magazine without mercy.

Damien had begun to tire and instead of dodging, chose to take the regular bullets which caused small wounds, but that was it.

*Squirm*

The ripped flesh soon reformed as the jacket he wore seemed to become alive, patching its many holes.

"What the hell?" the men gulped as they saw the result.

The red-eyed boy raised his hand and shot out a current of energy that decimated the entire room. Screams followed by a sudden silence as the dust settled.

Damien glanced at the dead bodyguards but raised an eyebrow in return.

Delago seemed to flicker outside of the range of the attack, slowly ripping his shirt off to show the scarred yet muscular chest.

"Don't be too cocky, brat!"

"Shave!"

The man whizzed from his location and appeared behind Damien.

"Penetrating Finger Pistol!"

Delago's fingers popped with veins as four bursts of air shot forth into the young invader's position.

A similar scene broke out as Damien flashed away from the attack and rolled to safety.

Boom!

An explosion resounded in the torn-down room as four deep craters were left on the ground, they dug beyond the floor and unknowingly deep down.

A thin cloud of dust floated out from the gashes, reflecting the sheer power of the attack.

"Navy's Rokushiki?" Damien muttered as he saw Delago's moves.

"Delalala! You can use 'Shave' too, not bad," the Mafia boss laughed. "It took me quite a lot of time to get my hands on the Rokushiki Manual."

Damien glanced at the four craters, they seemed to cause damage beyond his expectations.

The mobster grinned, "Your youth won't guarantee you immortality, kid, now die!"

Delago then pointed both hands towards Damien.

"Penetration Fever!"

Damien's eyes widened as he saw the bullet-like attacks shoot at his body, even faster than he could react.

*Splash*

He was able to dodge most but three of the shots reached his chest and right arm as they went right through his skin and even showed bone.

Damien groaned as he touched his wounds, 'It went through my skin?'

"Devil fruit ability paired with Rokushiki," Damien concluded as the flesh slowly began to heal, but it would take at least an hour to fully remedy.

The mobster grinned with a hidden surprise, "What kind of monstrous endurance ya got, kid? My Penetration-Penetration Fruit ability should have gone right through you!"

"It seems you hid the fruit power from the media, there's no news of it," Damien said as he stood in a ready-stance.

The mobster didn't reply as he pointed his hand at Damien once more.

"I want to see how long you can stand, boy!"

He was about to shoot but Damien was faster.

*Slam*

The boy's foot slammed on the ground and the entire floor was coloured in a red-checkered pattern.

Delago's eyes widened as he felt his balance give out.

The entire floor exploded into countless pieces of debris as the two fell into the abyss below.

Thud!

Delago's 16-foot tall frame crashed on the ground.

He hurriedly stood up and saw his surroundings.

It was the basement level used to torture prisoners—the catacombs.

Some broken pillars lined the dark and damp surroundings as dust continued to rain down. Cobwebs scoured the edges, showcasing the decrepit spirit of the chamber.

Delago then turned to the side as he felt his back go cold.

"Ugh!" his back creaked as the spine seemed to bend from the kick from behind, launching the towering man into the pillars before him.

His body crashed through the obstacles and into the old stone walls.

Damien stood, blood dribbling from his chest as he squinted his eyes, "I used my Pulverization on that kick and he was able to take it, 'Iron Body', is it?"

*Rumble*

The crashed man stood up in renewed vigour, blood pouring from his mouth as his back was extremely bruised and had turned purple.

"Dammit!" he roared out as his body ached.

He then responded with an attack of his own, picking up an assault rifle that was on the ground.

"Unholy Penetration Barrage!"

The rifle shot out bullets far faster than they should have been fired at, surrounded by a bubble of white energy as they blasted their way toward Damien.

The bullets continued to rain down as Damien jumped to cover behind a large heap of broken pillars.

Each projectile left 5-inch wide craters, digging equally deeper.

The voluminous amounts of dust showed the depth of the attacks, enough to strike fear in the normal man.

'My range needs work,' Damien thought as he felt the pillars behind him explode from the flurry of attacks.

His stamina began to bottom as he felt a thrill of death.

A smile broke out on the young invader's face as he felt a few fruit-enhanced bullets making it through and nailing him in the back.

'This feeling…'

Damien closed his eyes as his mind felt a new sense.

He ignored the pulsating pain from the increasing amounts of wounds across his back, opting to focus on the blooming sense.

The sounds of Delago's attacks faded out as Damien's attention spanned all over the nearby area.

*Pitter Patter*

A few drops of water fell to the ground near the corner of the basement from a leaky pipe.

*Flutter*

A few panicked flies swarmed about from the onslaught of the constant explosions.

*Squeak*

Rats hiding in the corners of the room, trying to stay in the cold and wet edges, away from Delago.

*Lub Dub*

Damien even heard the beating hearts of some lucky mafia members as they scurried away from the main base.

*Huff*

He then felt the heavy breathing of the wounded Delago who continued his barrage of attacks.

Damien's eyes opened as the newfound sense expanded through the dark room.

He stood up with little worry and turned to Delago.

"Giving yourself up? Very good, die!"

The man unloaded the hundreds of penetration rounds onto Damien with a crazy grin.

Damien took a deep breath and let his body move on his own.

Delago's eyes widened as he saw Damien's body dance through the barrage of bullets, bending and twisting in perfect angles to dodge the hail of bullets.

Such fluid movements continued without end as the young man slowly walked ahead, his body dodging every single bullet with ease.

Delago gulped and roared out, "Impossible!"

Damien now stood a meter from Delago as his hand shot out to grab the gun in the mobster's hand.

A sound of pixelation boomed through the damp halls as the firearm exploded into tiny metallic pieces, even the bullets had been crushed into tiny cubic pieces.

Delago's eyes widened in pain as Damien's left foot slammed onto his knee, bending it to an unnatural degree, and causing him to fall to his knees.

Damien's hand grabbed him by the throat, his eyes gleaming with confidence.

"I thank you for boosting my strength," he said.

Delago's breathing hastened as he felt the shadow of death envelop him, "W-Why are you doing this? Just to train yourself?"

Damien saw the madness fill the man's eyes as he replied in an emotionless tone.

"You killed my Mom."

Delago frantically waved his hands, trying to buy himself some time.

"W-Wait, you mean from Rendition Island!?"

"Renaissance."

Delago nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"Right! I-I just did what I was told, i-it wasn't my doing!"

Damien's eyes narrowed into the desperate man's face.

"What do you mean?"

Delago started tweeting like a bird, telling everything he knew.

"It happened eight years ago, t-this man came to our family and almost killed us all! H-He gave us a chance to live by raiding a small, no-name island and so we did!"

"I swear! The Rainbow Fish was just an excuse to calm the Marine Base down so they'd accept the bribe more easily, i-it really wasn't my fault!"

"Who told you to do it?" Damien questioned with an icy tone.

Delago gulped.

"I-I-I never saw his face…"

Damien scanned his eyes with his newfound observation, not feeling any hints of a lie.

"Crumble."

"Nooo- Auuughh!"

The red energy shot out from the young man's palm and into the mafia boss' body and entire system.

His nerves were overloaded as his eyes popped out of their sockets from the impact.

*Splatter*

His body shook and eventually exploded like a grape as Damien stepped out of the bloody shower.

The strong metallic smell of blood pervaded the atmosphere, leaving a silent Damien pondering with a complicated expression.

So close to avenging his mother and yet so far.

To Be Continued…

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Chapitre 10: [10] Tumultuous Seas

[2600 words]

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It was seven years ago when Damien felt the pain of losing a loved one.

It ate his soul at the start, and yet he was able to bury it under the guise of training and growth.

That anger and hatred were bottled up and placed to the side.

He used the excuse of training himself to haphazardly raid the Gambino Family.

There weren't many backup plans in place, he simply attacked with great offense and was able to break right into their core, even facing their leader.

It was a reckless attack that fortunately bore fruits, but the reality was that his bottled-up anger had burst out after seven years and he wanted to kill the man behind his mother's death.

Unfortunately, things did not turn out as black-and-white as he had hoped.

"An unknown variable…"

[He could have been lying,] came a thought from Sibyl.

"Maybe, or maybe there was someone who wanted my home island laid to waste, but who? The World Government?"

"..."

He shook his head, opting to take upon more immediate concerns.

Damien's red pupils stared at the puddle of red littered with the pieces of flesh that were once the great head of one of the Five Families of the West.

He slowly stabilized his breathing and thought over the battle.

His body ached with the deep holes over his back and chest from Delago's attacks.

It was his first clash with another Fruit User and he was certainly caught off-guard.

The cakewalk he expected was surely wrong.

*Ptui* He spat out a wad of blood as his bones creaked from his stretching.

"I need to be more careful next time," he told himself. "But it seems I did get quite the reward for my recklessness…"

Damien expanded his mind like before and felt the same feeling. It was like a new sense beyond his body that could capture the surroundings in great detail.

Every slight movement, even if it was an insect, was caught under this perception.

It was a sixth sense!

"Is this Observation Haki…" he muttered, rightfully so.

[Yes, Damien. Haki tends to bloom in times of great conflict and in the heat of battle, congratulations.]

Damien nodded at Sibyl's comments.

"Why does it feel so… familiar?"

It was odd, there was an air of familiarity with this supposed sixth sense.

[Haki is found in all living things, this is true in every single world. Even in your previous life.]

Damien remained silent, allowing Sibyl to continue.

[The Laws of Reality, or what your people called the 'Laws of Physics', binds natural order. Though it was far tighter on your Earth, they were still there.]

[Observation Haki is the easiest to Awaken as it appears throughout random times of life.]

"What do you mean?"

She answered immediately, [Like when you feel someone watching you from afar, and you turn around and someone was indeed watching you. Or when you feel something will happen and it does.]

[All these are some of those 'random' times Observation Haki appears. Even the Advanced application of Future Sight occurs in what I believe your 'scientists' called 'Deja Vu'. It's just an instinct that can be so much more.]

She closed off by saying, [However, to awaken it at fourteen years of age is quite rare. It seems you have-]

"A talent for Observation Haki passed down from my parents," Damien finished the sentence.

"..."

"Well anyways, let's go find the treasury!"

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[Elsewhere in West Blue]

"What do you mean El Pavor Island is in shambles? Someone attacked that Delago guy?"

"Send men over and grab their entire chain of power before the other Families get to it first!"

Similar orders rang out throughout the Underworld of the West Blue as the entire sea was shaken.

Naturally, these words reached the ears of the Marines as well!

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[Ten Minutes Later]

[Gambino Family Treasure Chamber]

Damien glanced at the piles of gold and banknotes that decorated the room.

The golden hue was bright enough to make any man greedy for money.

But what Damien's eyes were glued to were the items on the pedestal at the center of the room.

He saw a jug of liquid, a book, a sword, and three devil fruits!

The jugs were that of alcohol, finely aged and considered quite expensive.

He then picked up the book and smiled at the title which read:

"ROKUSHIKI MANUAL."

It was a complete guide to train in the 6 Navy Styles of the following:

1. Soru (shave).

2. Geppo (moonwalk).

3. Shigan (finger pistol).

4. Tekkai (iron body).

5. Rankyaku (tempest kick).

6. Kami-e (paper body).

[A/N: They will be referred to in their English names beyond this.]

"Nice stuff, I guess Delago wasn't lying about having found the manual," Damien said.

Though his attention was diverted elsewhere.

It was a dark-coloured sword in the shape of a katana. A purple electricity pattern was printed on its blade.

Looking closely, the blade seemed to pulse as if it were alive!

Damien glanced at the name card placed on the pedestal that stood out from the dull and dusty surroundings.

"One of the 21 Great Grade Swords: Kyōran."

The blade graced the world with its majesty with a swish of the air!

"A beautiful blade but unfortunately I have no affinity for swords," he muttered as he sheathed the blade.

Damien was not averse to getting a weapon to further use his power, but he would need a heavier and larger weapon to properly use it with his devil fruit.

Much like how Whitebeard used his glaive to concentrate his quake attacks.

Such a thin blade focuses more on sharp and quick slashes than what Damien can use in tandem with his abilities.

Plus, he was no swordsman.

He then eyed the three rather blaring devil fruits at the heart of the treasury.

Damien had allowed Sibyl to intake the Devil Fruit Encyclopedia to identify what she could. It didn't take long for three fruit details to pop up in his mind.

The first two were Paramecia devil fruits.

Kilo-Kilo Fruit – Allows the user to change their weight from 1 to 10,000 kilograms without, in any way, affecting the overall size of their bodies, making them a Mass-manipulating Human.

Glue-Glue Fruit – Allows the user to secrete glue from their pores, making them a Glue Human.

But what made Damien's eyes sparkle was the next devil fruit.

Ice-Ice Fruit – Allows the user to create, control, and transform into ice at will, turning them into a Freezing Human.

*Gulp*

Damien had to take a subconscious gulp as he picked up the blue devil fruit.

It was a powerful Logia fruit, one of the absolute strongest Logia, at that. Future power of Admiral Aokiji, aka Kuzan.

"Why is it here? Last I recall from my hobby of digging at the lore, Kuzan was from the South Blue," Damien muttered.

"Perhaps a rather fruitful exchange of gold between the Mafia and other parties? Or recovered by a young Kuzan…"

With the ability to effectively overrule the greatest weakness of Devil fruit users: water, this fruit could be considered overpowered.

Damien shook himself out of his lost state and thought for a second, "Sibyl, what would happen if I used the Fruit Ability Transfer Token on this?"

Sibyl replied, [As the token can only translate auxiliary powers, I'd say it would give you a Logia ice body but that would be it. You will not get anything more.]

Damien gave a disappointed sigh.

Though a Logia body would be great, it would lose most usage against anyone with decent Armament Haki.

Perhaps only auxiliary fruits by nature can be transferred completely, he just needed to find three that would fit that bill.

Damien decisively stored all the treasures alongside the Rokushiki manual, Kyōran, and the fruits in his Inventory and whizzed to the top floor.

'They are coming.'

It was the sound of the grass that carried the thoughts of the trees by the edge of the island.

Supposedly a large fleet of pirates and mafia members were about to arrive.

Damien didn't have much energy to fight them all so he naturally chose to retreat.

…

[Ten Minutes Later]

Damien reached the edge of the island that was away from the raiding troops, credit to the nature that led him here.

It was an abandoned dock with an old ship there for emergency evacuation, naturally, Damien would borrow it indefinitely.

He unfurled the sails and set out as the island was slowly crowded by thousands of mafia agents.

The once calm El Pavor island turned into a hot potato in the hands of other top forces.

There were people from the Underground, pirates, undercover marines, reporters, you name it, they were there.

The other Four Families had arrived as well; El Pavor Island would surely become a moshpit of battle.

The vacuum of power was not a peaceful void to fill.

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[Marineford, Grand Line]

"Gambino Family in ruins?" a powerful voice boomed in a spacious office within the core of marine supremacy.

An Admiral's office!

"Admiral, should we send men to settle the carnage?" a Rear Admiral respectfully questioned.

"Never mind that, let those vultures fight it out, it doesn't concern us," the man in the full-brown suit waved his hand.

He then glanced at the picture of a young man that had been faxed to his office.

"This boy was responsible for it? Where'd he come from?" the overpowering man questioned.

The marine in front of him shook a little and responded, "He turned in a bounty of around fifty million berries not too long ago, the name recorded by regulation was 'Einar D. Damien.'"

The Admiral's eyes widened as his hand clenched into a fist, "Release out a bounty immediately!"

The Rear Admiral was caught off-guard as he asked, "A bounty? Should we not try and recruit such a powerful young lad? All he did was kill some scum of the Underworld…"

The Admiral scoffed, banging his fist onto his desk, "The D. are an unruly people. There's no point, rather it's best to nip them in the bud!"

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[On an Island in the Grand Line]

"Puru," "Puru," "Puru," "Puru."

A Transponder snail transmitted a call under the darkness of the room.

"What is it?" a growling voice boomed in question.

The person who called simply puffed out a cloud of smoke while slowly reading a page of information.

"One of our arms suppliers was taken down, it was the Gambino family of West Blue," the person replied calmly, a woman.

"You didn't call me for such a little thing?" the animalistic voice thundered out in impatience.

The woman's face was hidden in the cover of the dark, but her soft smile was quite visible.

"A young man, no older than fifteen," she said. "He alone took down the Gambino Family within a few hours."

The woman continued, "That's not the main point, rather it's his name…"

She then glanced at the details listed on the sheet of paper in front of her.

"Einar D. Damien."

There was a pause in the conversation.

"Einar D.?" the voice on the other end seemed interested. "Xahahaha! Keep an eye on his movements, tell me when he resurfaces."

"When, not if?" the woman curiously asked.

"Heh, a D. can't help themself from challenging the World Government's Authority, it's in our blood, Xahahaha!"

"I'll do as you ask, Captain."

"Katcha," the snail went to sleep as the call ended.

"..."

The woman breathed out a soft sigh as she wiped a bead of sweat off her young face.

She was quite young and carried an air of sensuality, "Another young monster, I feel as if you will be something special, let's see how far you go~."

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[Greta Island, West Blue]

"So you actually did it, young one," Captain Raiden muttered as he heard the report. "But can you remain resolute in the path you have chosen?"

The eight-foot-tall marine sighed, he was greatly impressed, but also worried for the young man, now deemed a pirate.

Once the frenzy of the El Pavor settles down, not just the marines, but the other Mafia will also hunt Damien down.

Such an unpredictable factor is disliked by all. If you can't control him, then kill him!

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[Five Days Later]

[West Blue]

A tired-looking ship sailed past the clear ocean of the West Blue. It had the Gambino Family symbol on it.

Damien put down a book titled:

"'A Million Species Explored' – By Clover; Captain of the Clover Pirates."

Naturally, the author's name was awfully familiar to him.

And yet the reading was disrupted by a seagull with a newspaper.

It was not the same ones from the future, but rather a bird Damien had personally asked to bring him news from nearby islands.

The paper was unfolded fully as Damien saw the title,

"A STORM OF VIOLENCE SWAMPS THE WEST BLUE!"

The main story was about the fall of the infamous Gambino Family of the Five Families.

The main perpetrator of the incident was also highlighted in bolded font.

Alongside a bounty paper.

-----< WANTED >-----

< EINAR⋅D⋅DAMIEN >

< 𝔅 100,000,000 - >

< DEAD or ALIVE >

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"No epithet? Should I feel disrespected?" Damien muttered with a wry smile.

Though he chose to shrug it off with a hint of narcissism, "Well, whatever, at least the picture captured some of my charm."

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[Sabaody Archipelago, Paradise Sea of the Grand Line]

"A first bounty of a hundred million on a fourteen-year-old? And from the West Blue at that?"

"Five Kingdoms under the World Government lost nearly 10,000 marines and civilians from the unrest caused by this monster, I say we toss him into Impel Down forever!"

"Just last year there was another kid around this one's age who was given a bounty of seventy million, he's a monster who ransacked Marine ships for food, and now there's this monster!"

The people were shocked.

Some were fearful, some excited.

It was a moment when the New World was already in chaos, and now the more peaceful seas outside of the Grand Line had begun to boil as well!

No one knew what was to come but it would surely lead to more innocents dying unwilling deaths!

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[Six Days Later]

[Renaissance Island, West Blue]

A worn-down ship docked onto the uninhabited island.

The plants and greenery seemed to dance in welcome as the gentle and nostalgic breeze waved by.

Damien stepped on familiar soil, returning home after almost a month of travel.

He walked through the welcoming woods while thinking about his next steps.

"Not time to sail out yet, I need Armament Haki at the least," he concluded.

Luffy ended up clashing with Smoker just weeks after he departed from Goa Island and was saved by Dragon.

Damien does not have that identity and no one to help him, there was no way he'd go off into a much more hellish era without having the tools to fight Logia opponents.

"I also need more stamina and strength, the Rokushiki would certainly help with my lack of mobility."

Therefore, Damien had created a to-do list.

1. Comprehend the Rokushiki.

2. Attain Armament Haki.

3. Further improve his physical capabilities as much as possible.

The first two were a must to sail out into the Grand Line, the latter was more of a as-much-as-possible situation.

Damien felt that around two years of wait would be enough and naturally resumed his thorough training once again.

To Be Continued…

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Author's Corner.

A hundred million is pretty big but it's a combination of upsetting the West Blue and leading to the death of tens of thousands from the riled-up Mafia Families.

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