He's Not Pretending Anymore, He's Laid His Cards on the Table!

"Hey! Hey! Is that gold?"

"Damn, so much of it, not even a speck of impurity."

"Who is this guy? Walking around Demon Valley Town so brazenly with this much gold!"

"So f***ing extravagant, using gold for armor?"

"It's the Golden Emperor."

"No wonder he's so arrogant. The Golden Emperor's ability is rumored to be metal manipulation."

"Lion King Gappa, Zebra Killer, and Camel Tepieru were all defeated and killed by the Golden Emperor's ability."

Demon Valley Town was in an uproar. All the pirates stared greedily at the golden figure walking under the sunlight.

Chaos was being very conspicuous right now, transforming all the gold from the mountain stream into armor. The patterns, clearly carved with dragons and other motifs, made him stand about five meters tall. He didn't look bulky at all; instead, he appeared tall and imposing, walking with an arrogant stride. The sound of metal clashing as he moved was powerful and resonant.

Strapped to his back was a giant golden sword, making him a walking mountain of gold.

Overall, he looked heroic and divine, exuding extravagance, and more importantly, possessing a kingly demeanor.

In the eyes of many female pirates, besides greed, there was also a significant amount of unspoken desire.

This flashy appearance was something Chaos had meticulously crafted.

He now possessed the strength to be high-profile and arrogant. Since that was the case, why hide it?

He had shown his hand.

He wasn't pretending anymore.

Being low-key didn't suit his temperament.

As for trouble?

He wished it would come knocking, giving him a chance to train his Observation Haki.

Even if it didn't, he would create trouble.

His life could be summed up in one word: Fight!

Be audacious.

Chaos walked down the street with a cold expression, meeting the greedy and envious gazes, secretly reveling in it!

This feeling of being the center of attention was intoxicating.

"I don't care if you're the Golden Emperor or the Golden Fart, I'm taking the gold on you."

Chaos parading through the town was like a scantily clad MM openly inviting attention.

Who could resist that?

Immediately, many fierce-looking pirates jumped out, their gazes burning like the sun, as if they wanted to absorb Chaos into their bodies.

It was a possessive kind of love!

"We'll gladly take it."

"Haha~ The gold is mine!"

"This much gold must be at least over three billion Belly."

Facing the swarm of attackers, Chaos stood with his arms crossed, looking indifferent. They were just small fries!

They simply didn't pique his interest.

"Ching!"

The golden giant sword on his back rose into the air, hovering above his head and shining with golden light. It quickly split into eighteen golden longswords, shooting out like bullets. The greedy expressions of all the pirates who charged forward instantly turned to shock.

Pfft~

"Ah! Help me."

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Sharp blades pierced flesh, accompanied by terrified screams, silencing the entire street.

The stone pavement cracked, and the pungent smell of blood filled the air. In sight, eighteen golden longswords were embedded in the ground, with a corpse beneath each one.

Some were not yet dead and were struggling continuously.

Chaos hadn't moved an inch the entire time, his arms crossed as he looked down at the scene. Many pirates who hadn't acted averted their gazes, afraid to meet his eyes, even though Chaos was looking down at them from an angle, his nostrils flaring.

"He has the power to be arrogant."

Pirates with bounties in the tens of millions were not like those foolish scumbags. Even with greed in their eyes, they maintained some rationality.

Charging out like that without the strength to back it up meant that even if they snatched the gold, it would only benefit others.

They were destined to be cannon fodder who wouldn't live for even a minute.

"The Golden Emperor, huh? I'll remember you."

"Those who are too arrogant usually don't live long."

"Is there a purpose behind deliberately bringing so much gold?"

"It probably won't be long before the whole of Demon Valley Town knows the Golden Emperor brought over 3 billion Belly in gold. What exactly is this guy trying to do?"

Many pirates in the shadows frowned. No matter how they looked at it, the Golden Emperor was courting death.

But the Golden Emperor didn't seem like an idiot!

However, it could be predicted that Demon Valley Town would definitely not be peaceful from now on. There would surely be many good shows to watch tonight.

And the Golden Emperor would undoubtedly be at the center of it all.

Gold worth over 3 billion Belly was no small sum.

The stench of blood gathered, flowing into the sewers through the cracks in the stone slabs. Under the greedy gazes of various schemers lining the streets, Chaos walked towards the Tropical Grand Hotel.

As soon as he entered the lobby, all eyes, inside and out, turned towards him.

Chaos savored it, finding it quite enjoyable.

He reached up and brushed aside the stray hairs on his forehead, then walked up to the smoking innkeeper. "You don't mind if I continue to stay here, do you?"

The smoking innkeeper puffed on his pipe, looking at the greedy or playful gazes outside the door. The corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably!

If they kept this guy here, they wouldn't have a good night.

"Boss, what are you hesitating for!"

"Keep him here, and we can drug his food tonight. Then we can take all this gold for ourselves."

Triss, on the side, drooled, her eyes shining with a golden light. She wailed hoarsely, as if afraid no one could hear her.

"Triss, we don't run a black market inn."

The smoking innkeeper despaired, wishing she hadn't said such a thing in public. One slip-up, and his business's reputation, built over a decade, would be ruined.

"Bang!"

Chaos acted as if he hadn't heard. With a thought, a solid gold ball the size of a basketball slammed onto the counter, as if he were throwing a piece of dung. His face was full of disdain for the poor.

"This should be enough for you to renovate this entire place."

"Deal!"

The smoking innkeeper exhaled a puff of smoke, a smile spreading across his wrinkled face.

Both sides knew that after tonight, this inn might be reduced to ruins.

Chaos's gold was equivalent to temporarily buying the inn. The smoking innkeeper could use this chance to renovate or rebuild it. They were all smart people.

"Kid, I hope to see you again tomorrow."

Carrying approximately 300 pounds of gold, the smoking innkeeper looked at Chaos, planning to sleep at another property tonight.

He was getting old and wanted to settle down!

If it were ten years earlier, he would have definitely drugged him.

Chaos waved his hand nonchalantly and went straight upstairs.

Tonight was bound to be exciting.

But he lived for the thrill.

Life without taking risks and walking a tightrope wasn't really living.

The sun began to set, painting the horizon with red clouds.

Dusk arrived.

More people with ulterior motives appeared around the Tropical Grand Hotel.

As for the smoking innkeeper, Triss, Speck, and the chef Bard, they had already slipped away.

They heard that when they went to their other property, they were surrounded and attacked by over a hundred people. However, in the end, it was the hundred people who were left lying on the ground. The smoking innkeeper and the other three, still alive and kicking, carried their gold and left.

"Captain, should we make a move?"

In the southern part of Demon Valley Town, a tavern was brightly lit. Many pirates were drinking, clearly part of the same crew.

The Octopus Pirates were one of the pirate crews that couldn't be trifled with in Demon Valley Town. This was solely because their captain was Octopus Maniac Rotes, with a bounty of 105 million. This was a genuine bounty exceeding 100 million.

Furthermore, he had many subordinates with bounties in the tens of millions.

"No rush."

At the head of the table, a comical man dressed in a clown costume grinned, revealing a chilling smile.

The pitch-black night had begun to descend when a figure suddenly appeared on top of a building. In the faint moonlight, one could vaguely make out a man dressed in noble attire, wearing a cross necklace, with short yellow hair, and a spiral longsword at his waist.

In another tavern, there were also many noisy pirates!

This night was destined to be anything but peaceful.