Mission Hall

East Blue, Sherlock Village

A group of pirates surrounded the village. In the sea, pirates are synonymous with freedom, but they are lazy and unproductive. Gold and silver coins won't magically appear on their ships, so where does their daily spending come from?

Naturally, it comes from looting ordinary people!

Only a few are looking for treasure. Where in the world are there so many treasures to be found? If you have money but hide it instead of spending it, aren't you sick?

The Cannon Pirates naturally wouldn't look for treasure. They chose a more convenient and profitable method: robbery!

So-called freedom and dreams are just a fig leaf. To live without restraint, they leave their homes and come to the boundless sea, enriching themselves by plundering wealth from others, squandering money, gorging themselves, and indulging in cruelty. This is the reality for most pirates.

"Come on, come on, give us Cannon Pirates some funding. When our captain becomes the Pirate King, we will greatly repay your village," a tall, thin man like a bamboo pole chuckled, his unrestrained gaze sweeping over the terrified villagers.

The guys around him looked like vicious people. Their eyes were equally uninhibited, checking the crowd for any women they fancied, to relieve the boredom of being on the ship.

The little girls were so scared that they shrank back, afraid of being targeted.

The village chief of Sherlock Village was an elderly man, trembling, as if he would pass away at any moment. He shivered and said, "This sir, our village... really has no money, please be merciful."

Sherlock Village was not wealthy. If it weren't for its remote location, their village would have been gone long ago. Occasionally, pirates would come to freeload, and everyone could scrape together some money. For the rest of the days, everyone had to tighten their belts. But not long ago, a pirate crew had just taken most of the village's money, and now another one came so soon. How could they survive?

"What? No money?! Old man, are you looking to die!" One of the men, who looked like a bear, grabbed the old village chief with an arm about the size of an ordinary person's thigh, as if he was about to crush him to death.

The bright light of knives flashed on the villagers' faces, and the adults showed fear. It wasn't that they didn't want to resist, but... they were powerless to resist. In the age of piracy on the Grand Line, only ordinary people suffered.

"Who is Clive Shazoo?" A sudden voice rang out from behind. The pirates turned around and saw Rodney slowly walking over, dragging two burly men.

The pirates saw the appearance of the people he was dragging and realized that they were the two who had stayed behind on the ship.

"Boy, who are you?" The bear-like strongman threw the village chief away casually. The young people in the village caught him, and the strongman strode towards Rodney, his fan-like hand reaching for Rodney.

Looking at the strongman who was half a head taller than him, Rodney shook his head helplessly. People in the pirate world were too well-nourished and grew really strong. He directly punched the strongman in his exposed stomach, sending him flying. He crashed into a large tree and lost consciousness.

The pirates present were stunned. That was one of the top ten fighters among them, and this guy had defeated him so easily.

"What are you waiting for? Attack! He's just one person, so many of us, let's go together!" The bamboo pole man seemed to have a high status. Under his encouragement, a group of people rushed towards Rodney.

Shadow Leaf Dance!

Konoha Whirlwind!

Konoha Great Whirlwind!

Fire Style: Phoenix Sage Fire Technique!

Fireballs exploded in the crowd of pirates, scattering them in all directions. The bamboo pole man came with a knife, his movements were fast, far above this group of small fries, but he didn't have the amazing speed of Kaku.

He pulled out the Chakra short sword, White Fang, from his leg and easily tore through the bamboo pole man's skin, muscles, and trachea.

"Heh... heh..."

The bamboo pole man couldn't speak, and his mouth made a sound like a broken bellows. Blood poured into his trachea, and his life force was rapidly draining away.

Boom!

A cannon sounded, and the place where Rodney had just stood exploded. The bamboo pole man was also affected.

He was directly blown away by the cannon. Firing the cannon was a burly man, two and a half meters tall, smoking a cigar, with a cannon mounted on his hand.

He threw the cannon to his subordinate, and took another one from his subordinate's hand, while the previous one was being loaded with shells by the subordinate.

Clive Shazoo the Cannon, a pirate with a bounty of 11,000,000 Belly, was quite arrogant and was preparing to go to the Grand Line. It was estimated that he would sink not long after entering the Grand Line...

"Hahaha, you little brat who overestimated yourself, dare to come and cause trouble for your grandpa Clive! Hahaha, that idiot Shael, actually got killed by someone like that!" Clive laughed disdainfully, the smoke swirling around him, making him look even more evil.

A chill ran down his back, and he seemed to hear the sound of flesh tearing.

"Ninjas can use Body Flicker Technique, Mr. Clive." Rodney appeared behind him with a smile. White Fang had already pierced into the back of Clive's heart. The forty-centimeter-long blade was completely submerged in Clive Shazoo's body, and there was obviously no chance of rescue.

"You... how could you?!"

"You can still talk. Oh, I forgot to pull out the sword."

He smiled and pulled out the sword, bringing out a fountain of blood. Well, it was red, not any other strange color.

"Cap... Captain!"

"Captain! How could this be?!"

"Captain, what are you doing, Captain?!"

The pirates looked at their captain who had been ambushed, and they all showed an unbelievable expression. This was the "big pirate" with a bounty of 11,000,000 Belly, how could he be taken care of by an unknown nobody?

Impossible!

This is absolutely impossible!

"Are you still dreaming? You're next!" He kicked the barely surviving Clive and then charged towards the pirates.

Anyone who resisted was killed, and those who ran away were knocked down by him. Then he made them take out the remaining money from the ship and give it to the villagers as compensation for their mental damage.

The villagers of Sherlock Village gratefully accepted it.

They originally wanted to invite Rodney to stay for a meal, but he refused. When he left, he took a few strips of dried meat as snacks for the road, and then he asked the remaining pirates to bury the bodies of those people.

Among them, only Clive Shazoo and the bamboo pole man had bounties. The bamboo pole man, as the vice-captain, had a bounty of 3,000,000 Belly, so Rodney cut off his head and took it with him.

The pirate ship left with the remaining pirates. Rodney was on it. He would take this group of people to the nearest Marines branch to be imprisoned.

"Don't even think about running. If you run, prepare to be Sea King food." Rodney wore a devilish grin; the ship was already adrift at sea, and it was too late to escape.

The pirates wore expressions of despair. Waiting on the ship to be arrested and jumping overboard to be eaten by Sea Kings were both bad choices, but being arrested was still better; at least they could survive.

Better to live badly than die well.

Rodney scoffed, "If none of you had bounties, I would have taken care of you all to eliminate future troubles. What goes around comes around." This group was too weak; he didn't even have the thought of killing them.

As for his mission, it was already complete. There wouldn't be any missions for a short time...

Suddenly, a "ding" sounded in his ear.

"Ding! Host has completed twenty missions, officially opening the Mission Hall."

Mission Hall?

There's a Mission Hall?!

He opened the so-called Mission Hall and found that it was a place to accept missions, but they didn't appear one after another; he could choose his missions.

And there wasn't just the single type of kill mission.

There were escort missions to escort certain merchant ships, reconnaissance missions to spy on the secret lives of certain kingdom kings, and even missions to help a certain tavern sell wine.

However, these were all D-rank missions, with mission points ranging from ten to one hundred, and no special rewards.

C-rank missions had not yet appeared.

The system said, "From now on, the host can freely accept missions, but the host cannot avoid missions selected by the system."

In other words, he had to accept the missions that the system itself issued to him and couldn't avoid them. In that case, there was a little more freedom, and the choice of missions was even greater.