The Man Who Will Become The Richest Man In The World

Chaos walked out of the jungle and looked at the cluster of buildings along the coast. Even from a distance, he could hear the clamor of voices.

He looked up at the sky, where white clouds drifted and the sun shone brightly. Just 10,000 meters above, an island filled with magic and gold lay there.

"Bang bang!"

A burst of gunfire and shouts of killing drew Chaos's attention. In the open space outside the town, over thirty pirates were engaged in a free-for-all, a fight to the death.

Around them, many other pirates were cheering them on, even placing bets.

Chaos was greeted by chaos, violence, and bloodshed – quite a show to start with.

The fight ended in just five or six minutes. People automatically came out to move the bodies. If it weren't for the bloodstains and scattered bits of flesh on the ground, who would have thought that over ten people had died in such a short time?

The victors received cheers and money, while the losers only met death.

These pirates were completely insane.

After all, living by the sword, they never knew when they might die. Their minds had long been eroded and twisted by the constant tension.

Chaos passed by without a change in expression and entered the town. The main street was lined with all sorts of taverns, red-light districts, gambling dens, and shops. People came and went, all pirates with swords at their waists or guns holstered. The air was filled with the scent of debauchery and the revelry of death.

To open a shop here, one needed to be armed or have a powerful backing, otherwise, they couldn't establish themselves.

Drunk pirates were capable of anything.

Some people who looked like the elderly, weak, women, and children were not defenseless ordinary people; they could very well be retired pirate thugs, all ruthless individuals.

Of course, there were also some genuine ordinary people, but most of them were descendants of retired pirates. Outsiders couldn't survive here.

Here, it was almost embarrassing to go out without having blood on your hands.

Whether or not someone had killed before, whether they were part of the underworld, was evident at a glance.

Just like now, Chaos had been targeted.

"Boss, this guy looks like a newbie."

"And he's alone."

Five ruffians, carrying long sabers or holding flintlock pistols, surrounded Chaos with sinister grins. It was clear they had been watching him since he entered the town.

"Kid, hand over all the money you have, or you're not leaving."

The leader, a burly man with a full beard, was idly picking his fingernails.

With his extensive experience, he had already determined that Chaos was an easy target.

Logically, any lone wolf who dared to come to Demon Valley Town must have some skill. Such people were best left alone. But this guy in front of him clearly had no "smell of gunpowder" about him.

It was like a country bumpkin entering a bustling city for the first time.

He could smell whether someone was trouble from a long distance away.

As for why the bearded man and his crew dared to rob in broad daylight, they had their backing.

They were backed by the Lion King Pirates, whose total bounty was seventy-six million. Their captain, Lion King Gappa, had a bounty of fifty-three million Belly and was a Devil Fruit user.

They might not be top-tier in Demon Valley Town, but they still had some reputation.

For acts like blocking the road to rob, they could only bully newcomers or stragglers. The more powerful pirate factions disdained such activities.

"Haha~ Another tender one has been targeted!"

"Kill him."

"Place your bets, I bet he won't last five seconds."

"I bet ten seconds."

"Isn't that the bearded guy? A lackey of the Lion King Pirates?"

"Boring, they can only bully newcomers."

"Lion King Gappa actually has some skill, getting lucky with a great sea treasure, the Devil Fruit. It's a Zoan-type Cat-Cat Fruit: Lion Form."

"Let's go, this guy is dead for sure."

In an instant, more and more onlookers gathered. Most of the pirates believed Chaos was doomed.

Pirates who had spent years sailing the seas, living by the sword, possessed a special aura. Chaos clearly lacked that aura.

"More chaotic and crazy than I imagined."

Chaos had expected something like this to happen when he came to Demon Valley Town. This scene was the true pirate world, where a mere look could lead to a fight for life and death.

Robberies like this were as common as drinking water.

This was exactly what he wanted. Only by staying in a den of madmen for a long time could he blend in without feeling out of place.

It was quite thrilling!

But Chaos lived for the thrill.

He was a man destined to become the richest in the world.

"Kid, did you hear me!"

"Hand over all the money you have, or I'll kill you."

The thug, holding a flintlock pistol, poked Chaos's forehead, threatening him with a fierce expression.

Many people around were jeering, thinking Chaos had been scared silly.

"Please don't poke me."

Chaos tilted his head back, not angry.

After all, in his eyes, these guys were already dead.

He hadn't come to Demon Valley Town for a low-key vacation, but to hone himself through combat.

Danger was certain, but Chaos wasn't afraid; on the contrary, he was looking forward to it.

Some were practically asking for death.

"Haha~ You've got quite the temper, I'll poke you, poke you!"

The thug laughed heartily, perhaps emboldened by some backing, acting with utter impunity.

It wasn't a lack of intelligence.

"Pfft~"

The arrogant laughter abruptly ceased. The thug's eyes bulged with terror, his hands clutched his throat, blood spraying as he stumbled backward, his mouth opening only to let out gurgling sounds.

Chaos's index and middle fingers, now stained with blood, dripped onto the ground.

Finger Gun. Chaos wasn't sure if he had mastered it, but even without Goldenization, he could leave finger marks on trees. If he used Goldenization, he could pierce through.

Even rocks.

He still couldn't shoot "flying finger guns" like CP9 or the underground king Stussy from the original story, the kind that shot out like air bullets.

The noisy atmosphere fell silent, but only for three seconds before becoming even more boisterous.

"This guy actually dared to make a move."

"He's a tough one."

"Finally, something interesting to watch."

"Kill them, I'm betting on you."

"Kid, I'm rooting for you, kill these guys."

The continuous, unrestrained laughter of those who reveled in chaos filled the air.

The smell of blood only further incited the madness of these pirate thugs.

"You're asking for death, kill him!"

The bearded man's face darkened as he gestured to his remaining subordinates, already viewing Chaos as a dead man.

"Die!"

A thug wielding a long saber ferociously slashed at Chaos.

But Chaos merely sidestepped, spun his body, and his right foot whistled through the air, sweeping across the thug's head. With a twisted face and a spray of blood, the thug's entire head exploded.

The headless corpse tumbled to the ground, its mangled neck spewing blood, pushing the surrounding atmosphere to a fever pitch.

"Haha~"

"That's the way, take them all down."

Amidst the jeers of the onlookers, a thug, holding a flintlock pistol, sweat beading on his forehead, fired.

Chaos vanished from his spot, reappearing instantly before the thug. He grabbed the thug by the neck with one hand, lifting him into the air. With a twist, he snapped the thug's neck like a chicken's, casually tossing him to the ground. After only two twitches, the thug was lifeless.

Pfft, pfft~

With the sounds of several sharp objects piercing flesh, Chaos lightning-fastly eliminated the remaining thugs. His blood-dripping fingers turned towards the bearded man.