Moonlit Two vs. Hundred

Lina surveyed the surroundings and, flicking ash from his cigarette, said calmly, "There are about a hundred people outside, plus those cadres like Mr. Whatever."

"Sounds familiar," Zoro mused, stroking his chin.

Lina looked confused. "Baroque Works? Have you encountered them before?"

"Ah, I remember now. They invited me before."

"You're quite famous in the East Blue, aren't you, Zoro?" Lina teased, walking towards the door. "Let's go, time to get to work."

"This is bad! I've caught a disease that will kill me if I step outside this door. I'll leave the enemies to you all!" The Brave Warrior of the Sea clutched his chest with both hands, then immediately collapsed and feigned death.

"..."

Forget it, a few weaklings don't need the great gods to intervene.

"Then leave it to us. Let's go, curly brows."

"Shut up, don't boss me around, moss-head."

...Outside was incredibly lively at this moment.

Mr. 8, with his large curly hair, led the way, surrounded by several cadres. Behind them followed about a hundred ordinary members, surging towards the house where Lina and the others were.

Mr. 8 tugged at his collar and said, "Don't underestimate them! Their total bounties combined exceed seventy million Belly. Take down the people in the house first, then we'll deal with their ship."

"They're just a few drunk pirates. No matter how strong, they're just fish on a chopping block," Mr. 9, wearing a crown, chuckled and added, "Regardless, there are only a few of them, and we have over a hundred. The advantage is ours!"

"Yo! Over a hundred people, that's going to take a while to hack through."

A disdainful voice rang out. Mr. 8 and the others froze, looking up involuntarily.

A full moon hung high in the black sky. Under the cold moonlight, three dark figures stood on the rooftop, silhouetted against the moon.

"How can this be!"

"Didn't they already fall?"

"Don't panic!" Mr. 8, with his large curly hair, shouted with a grim expression. "There are only three of them, and their strongest captain isn't here."

"That's right!" Mr. 9 gritted his teeth and growled, quickly pulling out two metal baseball bats.

Everyone put on ferocious expressions, drawing their swords and raising their guns, ready for a fierce battle.

"So uncool. They're the cheapest assassins I've ever seen," Lina couldn't help but complain, looking down.

"Is Crocodile so poor he can only afford this kind of trash, or is he so rich he can hire even these weaklings so casually?"

Lina didn't plan to make a move. After all, they had hosted him, providing food and drinks, and even gave him so many young ladies to serve him for free. The undead could be heavy-handed, and he'd feel a bit embarrassed if they killed too many.

Lina was the only one left sitting alone on the rooftop high platform. Sanji and Zoro, who had been beside him, had disappeared at some point.

"Yo, you guys want to take my head, huh?"

"Waking people up in the middle of the night, so annoying."

Zoro and Sanji's voices suddenly echoed through the crowd, causing a wave of gasps.

When everyone reacted, they hurriedly turned around. However, by the time they aimed their weapons, the two were nowhere to be seen.

Zoro drew his three swords. The cold glint flashed, creating a flurry of sword light and shadows, instantly splattering blood.

Sanji weaved through the crowd like a dragon, his leg techniques dazzling. Enemies fell one after another.

"They're really strong, like monsters," Lina marveled, smoking and watching the battle below.

His physical condition wasn't bad. With the unique enhancements of his Devil Fruit and daily training, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was improving at lightning speed. However, his combat skills were still too poor.

He tried practicing swordsmanship—he had terrible talent.

Thinking that his physical combat had a high ceiling—he fought like an idiot.

Attempting to overtake others with firearms—a master of missing.

When he first transmigrated, he tried all sorts of weapons, swords, spears, clubs, and sticks, but he had no talent for any of them.

Relying on hard work?

He chuckled.

Later, he decided to continue working hard on his physical training, as he had nothing else to do anyway. But he wouldn't force himself; it was enough to stay alive. As for fighting, he'd leave it to the undead.

"What kind of proper summoner fights on the front lines themselves? This Lich Lord gig has no prestige at all."

Lina knew where his strengths lay. Trying to grasp everything and excel at everything—even a wish-fulfillment novel wouldn't dare to write it like that!

"You damn scoundrel, I finally found you!"

A shout interrupted Lina's thoughts. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a few weaklings who had managed to sneak up, swords and knives pointed at him.

The one who spoke was a brown-haired man, holding a pistol and glaring at him.

"Why so much resentment?" Lina looked at the man holding the gun, puzzled.

The brown-haired man with the gun heard him and his anger intensified. "How dare you... how dare you--

--lay your hands on my little sister! I'll kill you!"

What are you talking about! What is this! I need to see my...

"They came onto me!"

Lina forcefully threw down his cigarette butt, stomped on it hard, and said, "Who's profiting and who's losing is still up in the air, and you're telling me this stuff?"

"Shameless! Go die!" The brown-haired man roared and was about to pull the trigger.

"Bang--!"

A gunshot rang out, but it was the brown-haired man who fell.

"Right! I am shameless, but even taking a step back, aren't you also at fault?"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Lina fired rapidly, and several fodder enemies fell one after another. The master of "drawing the outline" wasn't blind; he hit what he needed to hit.

He lightly blew away a wisp of smoke rising from the muzzle.

The battle below was also nearing its end, with only a few executives remaining.

"Hot-blooded Number 9 Backflip!"

Mr. 9, wearing a crown, bent backward and rolled towards Zoro in a circular shape, swinging a metal baseball bat at him.

Then Zoro sidestepped and twisted his waist, and his opponent directly rolled off the rooftop...

"..."

"Are you kidding me, man? Are you going for a comedy act?"

Lina's face instantly darkened. "Why does winning feel so embarrassing?"

"Die! -- Mr. Bushido!"

A beautiful woman with blue hair tied in a ponytail stood on a duck, swaying her hips from side to side and doing a "flower hand" gesture.

"Mosquito Coil Dance - Charm!"

"Pfft ha ha~" Lina recognized the woman in the audience; it was Princess Vivi of Alabasta!

Seeing Vivi acting like a delinquent, Lina couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Where's the damn camera!"

This black history had to be captured quickly and played on repeat when he was unhappy later.

However, funny as it was, Vivi's move was actually effective.

As the mosquito coil pattern on her clothes swayed, Zoro suddenly felt a wave of dizziness.

"Go, Speedy!"

"Quack!!!"

The duck let out a loud quack, its webbed feet slapping the ground as it charged towards Zoro with Vivi on its back.

At the critical moment, Zoro pushed hard against the ground, gritted his teeth, and swung his sword to block Vivi's chain, also cutting off her hair accessory.

Her sky-blue hair scattered and fell over her shoulders, with a few strands slightly obscuring her face.

Vivi knelt on the ground, her clear and fair face biting her lip in a way that made her look pitiful.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Lina glanced over with amusement. "I have to say, Vivi is a real beauty in the making."

However, today he witnessed what a Sigma male was. Zoro's expression remained unchanged, holding his swords in both hands and charging forward with Wado Ichimonji in his mouth.

"Princess!!"

Igaram immediately panicked, aiming his modified trumpet gun at Zoro.

Lina was also stunned. What?

This Alabastan princess, the suspected tenth crewmate, the key figure in the ancient weapon, was going to be chopped to death by him today?

"Three Sword Style - Hawk Claw!"

Lina didn't stop Zoro's claw, because "Little Black Boy" was using the flat of the blade.

Although he didn't have Sanji's chivalry, Zoro almost never cut women.

"Neck Meat Kick!"

Sanji kicked Igaram over, preventing his sneak attack.

"Saved your life, moss-head. No need to thank me."

"What did you say, curly eyebrows? I wouldn't have been in trouble even without you!"

The battle ended here. Lina ignored the bickering pair and jumped down.

"Princess?" Nami walked out with a confused look.

Seeing Nami, Lina couldn't help but mock her. "Yo, how was the haul, Nami?"

"Damn it! What a bunch of cheapskates! I moved before you, and I didn't earn anything!"

Nami yelled at him fiercely, while also stomping hard on Igaram beneath her feet. "Hey! Bastard, get up! What did you mean by 'princess' just now?"