Sub-professions and a Changed Book Title (Seeking Votes, Collections, and Continued Reading!)

Schwing!

Lawrence thrust his sword through the ground, but came up empty.

"What?!"

Watching his opponent resurface from another patch of earth, Lawrence's face was a mask of shock and disbelief.

"What kind of ability is this?"

An ordinary person might not have answered, but Mr. Pique was a man of integrity, so he openly revealed the secret of his power.

"I ate the Water-Water Fruit and became a Swimming Freeman, able to move freely through the ground or walls."

That confidence—'Even if I tell you, you still can't beat me'—was practically palpable.

At this point, Lawrence was already starting to regret agreeing to team up with Black Bear Miles.

This Donquixote Family was cursed—how could every random officer be this strong, and a Devil Fruit user to boot?!

Was it just their bad luck, or was every single officer of the Donquixote Family this powerful, truly possessing the strength to dominate the North Sea?

Lawrence refused to believe it. No matter what, he was taking this guy down today.

As for the consequences he'd have to bear, he'd already steeled himself.

The vast ocean was wide—he really didn't think the Donquixote Family could do much to him.

And just then, Black Bear Miles finally caught his breath, his eyes bloodshot as he rejoined the fray.

The crews on both sides clashed once more in a bloody melee.

But this time, with Mr. Pique's involvement, the scales of victory had already begun tipping toward the Donquixote Family...

A cannonball struck a tavern, and in the next moment, it erupted in roaring flames.

Abel, hiding off to the side, silently lamented the loss, then began searching for his next target.

Soon enough, he found a tavern where everyone had already fled, but the building itself was still mostly intact.

Without a second thought, he charged inside and started scanning and transmitting the neatly arranged fine liquor on the shelves, along with the barrels of alcohol stacked within.

In no time, every last drop of alcohol here had been 'moved' by him.

[Submit order now?]

Abel selected no!

If he only wanted the basic reward, this amount of alcohol would probably be enough.

But if he wanted a four-star or five-star rating, then clearly the quality and quantity of the alcohol he'd collected so far were far from sufficient!

"Anyway, there's still time. If I don't take this chance to go all out, who knows when the next opportunity will come."

So after failing to find a wine cellar, Abel immediately moved on to the next tavern.

This time, his luck was clearly better. This tavern was much larger than the last, and its stock of alcohol was incomparable.

And most importantly, he found an underground wine cellar here!

It was practically packed with all kinds of alcohol—at a rough glance, at least a hundred barrels.

Abel was overjoyed and got to work.

He really had to thank the Giant Bear Pirates and the Hundred Swords Pirates for this. If they hadn't picked a fight with the Donquixote Family's smuggling ship and caused such a commotion, he'd never have stumbled upon this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for a free shopping spree.

After clearing out two taverns in a row, Abel still seemed unsatisfied and continued searching for his next target.

But whether he'd already used up his luck, the next few places he checked either had people inside or the alcohol had been smashed to pieces, bringing his progress to a sudden halt.

What truly forced him to stop, however, was the mobilization of the country's military.

A large number of soldiers armed with weapons surrounded the entire port. Those trying to take advantage of the chaos for free shopping or crime were either arrested or shot on the spot.

Many shops and residents were thus protected.

Under these circumstances, Abel didn't dare take any more risks.

If he got caught red-handed, he'd have no way to explain himself.

So he simply chose to submit the order. With so many types of alcohol and over a hundred barrels in quantity, he was confident this order's rating wouldn't be as trashy as two stars.

[Beginner Wish Order completed. Client gave a four-star rating (pleasant surprise)!]

[Review: Lots of different kinds of alcohol, some I really like~ Looks like I'll be drinking my fill today!]

[Four-star rating increases base Trading Points reward by fifty percent. Remaining rewards have been auto-distributed. Please check for yourself.]

[Because the client was very satisfied, you have received an additional reward—Skill: Magic Card Modification.]

Success!

Not only a four-star review, but it even dropped a skill book!

If the timing weren't so wrong, Abel would have loved to let out a hearty laugh.

A fake golden finger: honestly and step-by-step completing orders, getting all kinds of one-star and two-star bad reviews, unable to even claim the basic rewards.

A real golden finger: steal, rob, cheat! Do whatever it takes to complete orders, then rake in all three-star, four-star, five-star good reviews, and feast on extra rewards!

This time, Abel finally got the real way to use this system.

Then he couldn't wait to check the order rewards he'd just received.

First were the Trading Points—150 base points plus a 51% increase from the four-star review, totaling 225 points.

That almost earned back all the points he'd spent before in one go!

Now he had a total of 1,040 Trading Points, breaking a thousand again!

After thinking it over, he simply bought all seven remaining [Banana Grenades] in the system shop, spending another 35 Trading Points.

For him at this stage, [Banana Grenades] were still quite practical—not only did they have decent killing power, but they were also highly deceptive.

He could keep them in his system inventory and pull them out anytime for self-defense.

After all, he wasn't sure if the next shop refresh would bring anything better than [Banana Grenades], and since his Trading Points were still sufficient for now, he just went ahead and bought them.

Then there was that Magic Card: Fool's Restraint.

[Magic Card: Fool's Restraint]

One-time consumable item

Effect: Upon being thrown, releases a large amount of smoke. Enemies who inhale the smoke will fall into a deep sleep.

PS: Please wear a mask before use...

Clearly, this Magic Card's attack didn't distinguish friend from foe—there was even a chance he'd get caught in it himself.

But Abel was already satisfied. Used at an unexpected moment, this Magic Card would definitely play a significant role.

On the other hand, the skill description for [Magic Card Modification] left him a bit puzzled.

Skill: [Magic Card Modification] (Special)

Level: LV1

Cost: Mental energy, a card of suitable size

Effect: Modify to create a blank Magic Card.

And then

That was it!

Abel looked completely lost, even a little dumbfounded.

Was the first skill he'd finally obtained really just some kind of life-type skill?

Like those sub-professions in games—making potions, forging weapons, then selling them to others.

So what did that make him?

A card maker in the world of pirates?

Damn, even the book title had changed, huh!