Forged a Thousand Times to Become a Famous Blade

"It's Miss Bagin!!!"

"She's come to confess her love to Whitebeard again!!!"

"No matter how many times she's rejected, Miss Bagin never gives up—with that persistence, she'll move Newgate's heart one day!!"

"How I envy that Whitebeard guy, actually winning Miss Bagin's heart!!"

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On the deck of the Rocks Pirates' ship, a large crowd of Rocks Pirates members buzzed with chatter.

Their words brimmed with envy; with Miss Bagin's figure, it made the ship's pack of lechers stare wide-eyed.

They wished they could glue their eyes to Bagin's curvaceous, devilish body.

Silver Axe stood by the railing, couldn't help whistling toward Miss Bagin at the harbor: "Miss Bagin, since that Whitebeard guy won't have you, how about considering me, Silver Axe?!"

That stirred the nearby pirates into a lively spectacle.

"Scram!"

"Or I'll kill you!!"

Bagin on the shore wore a face full of menace, snapping back without any courtesy.

Instantly.

The entire harbor fell dead silent, not a sound to be heard.

She looked up at that massive pirate ship, couldn't help reaching up to take off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of stunning eyes.

Her irises darted back and forth, as if searching for Whitebeard's figure.

At that moment, Whitebeard leaned nervously and awkwardly against the mast, muttering to himself with some irritation: "Why is she here again?!"

"Didn't I tell her not to profess her love to me in public?"

He was deeply troubled; he just wanted to live a pirate's life now, unable to care for or protect anyone else.

He might die any day.

Golden Lion, puffing on a cigar nearby, grinned: "Whitebeard, I think you should just accept Miss Bagin."

"This is something countless people envy but can't have."

His face carried a hint of teasing, after all, seeing Whitebeard so flustered was a rare sight.

And that woman called Bagin was a real "gem among mortals"!

Not just anyone had that kind of fortune...

"Get lost!!" Whitebeard barked at Golden Lion in annoyance.

Golden Lion chuckled, his body floating up, flying toward the harbor.

And in the seawater.

A loud boom sounded.

Ares, like a dolphin, leaped out of the sea, landing on the harbor.

Soaking wet, seawater streamed from his body onto the ground; he looked out at the bustling port.

"So this is the Rocks Pirates' headquarters!"

Ares shook himself off, and the seawater on his pants splattered like rain.

Just then, Ochoku walked up to Ares and said, "Come with me, I'll take you to change clothes; we've got a banquet to attend later!"

"That's our Rocks Pirates' tradition—after every successful operation, everyone throws a wild party."

Ares nodded and followed Ochoku toward the Skull Castle at the island's center.

His four-meter height drew quite a bit of attention.

Many people pointed at Ares with curious looks, wondering how a stranger had appeared beside the officer Ochoku.

On the streets of Hachinosu Island, most people here were pirates, and those who weren't were all sorts of underworld figures.

On this island, even the civilians, through survival of the fittest, were no simple characters.

Before long.

Ochoku led Ares into a room and said with a smile, "From now on, this room is yours—this is the treatment for official members of the Rocks Pirates."

"It's much safer than outside the Skull Castle!"

"Out there, you can't even sleep without worrying someone might make a move on you, steal your treasure and everything valuable."

"Even your valuable organs."

Only by living in this world can you truly grasp how brutal it is.

In this era of rampant piracy, underground dark forces kept springing up like bamboo shoots after rain.

Where there's profit, countless people swarm in, especially in high-profit industries.

Providing pirates with pleasure, sex services, guns and cannons, fencing goods, supplies, contraband, and so on—it gradually formed an ecosystem.

Even the organs of pirates could be sold through the black market to those in need.

Yet Ares's first question was about training: "Is there a place to train here?!"

"You brat, you never forget to train no matter where you go. Forging yourself into an indestructible Famous Sword isn't that simple." A hidden glint flashed in Ochoku's eyes before he said, "In this Skull Castle, there's naturally a place for everyone to train."

"Once you've changed clothes, I'll take you to have a look."

Ochoku leaned against the doorframe, silently waiting for Ares to change. He looked up, staring absently at the darkening sky.

A moment later.

After Ares had changed, Ochoku led him to the training room.

The next day.

Before dawn, Ares's eyes snapped open on their own, a sharp light bursting from his bright gaze.

He flipped out of bed in one fluid motion.

Anyone watching might have thought Ares was sleepwalking.

After washing up, Ares left the room.

Looking down from a height over the entire Hachinosu Island, the lights were still bright.

He began walking toward the training room.

Suddenly, a wanton, laughing voice came from the road: "Even if you're a Rocks Pirates officer, you're still leaving here holding the wall for me!"

Ares focused his gaze and saw a man in silver armor leaving unsteadily, one hand bracing against the wall.

It seemed to be the Rocks Pirates officer—Silver Axe.

His appearance also caught the boss's attention. She waved at Ares with a bright, flower-like smile: "Ooh, looks like a newbie, still a virgin!"

Looking at Ares's muscular upper body, she sighed, "But this build is a bit too big..."

"Those women can't handle a guy like this ravaging them..."

At four meters tall, he wasn't someone ordinary people could withstand.

She wouldn't dare take on such business, afraid of causing some fatal accident.

The women under her were all cash cows to her.

Hearing her voice, Silver Axe glanced back and spotted Ares. He immediately clamped his legs together and hurried away.

His heart began to pound: "That kid didn't recognize me, did he?"

"Of all the embarrassing things, why did he have to see that? It's not even light out—he probably can't tell it's me, right?"

To Ares, it was all just a minor incident.

He paid it no mind at all.

He walked straight to the training room, found a huge, heavy iron rod, and began pounding it against various parts of his body.

Boom!!!

Boom!!!

Boom!!!

What does it feel like to have steel smash against your body? Ares felt his muscles growing denser with each strike.

A thousand hammers and a hundred refinements forge a peerless Famous Sword!

This pain had long become a habit for him, even an "addiction."

Persistent endurance had gradually bred dependence, even a twisted kind of pleasure!

A single day without training left his whole body feeling uncomfortable.