Come Down and Have a Drink

[Observation Haki: 5,000 points]

[Armament Haki: 5,000 points]

The Two-colored Haki sold in the platform shop for 5,000 points made Seven forcibly suppress his urge to buy the Flying Cape.

The cape was certainly cool, but compared to Two-colored Haki, it was ultimately just an external accessory.

"I'm going to become the World's Strongest Man. I absolutely can't end up as a cautionary tale like Sand Crocodile."

The dignified Shichibukai Sand Crocodile had been so obsessed with pursuing an Ancient Weapon that he neglected Haki training, only to be defeated by Luffy, who had barely set sail and didn't know any Haki.

It was a disgrace to the Logia Type.

"I'd better train for a while first. If I can awaken Two-colored Haki through training, I'll buy the Flying Cape and Flying Bamboo Dragonfly afterward."

There was no helping it. Seven was broke.

If he had a million points right now, he'd push the Three Types of Haki to the utmost limits and buy whatever he wanted.

But he was poor, so he had to live like a poor man.

From the items the Apocalypse User bought and sold, Seven had more or less figured out the user's circumstances.

A little over a month ago, the guy had still been asking to buy food and water. Now he was buying Water Shells and Laser Dials.

He was probably in much the same situation as Seven—he'd only activated the system recently.

He couldn't have many spare points either.

Among the users of the Myriad Worlds Trading Platform, the one with the most points to spare was undoubtedly the Warhammer World user. He'd spent over ten thousand points to place bounties on Momonosuke, the Deserter King, and Third Brother.

He acted like points were worthless.

The Deserter King hadn't even been born yet.

As for Momonosuke...

Oden was still alive, and Seven had decided to visit Wano Country in four years. When Cute More killed Oden, he'd personally step in and take out Momonosuke.

Compared to ten thousand points, the little bit of camaraderie he'd shared with Oden in the Roger Pirates was nothing.

What could he say? That father and son were... so stupid they were unbearable.

After washing up and changing into fresh clothes, Seven walked slowly toward the banquet hall with his hands in his pockets.

"Too bad I don't know what the Warhammer Bro needs. Otherwise, I could sell him things tailored to his needs."

People's circumstances were always different. The points Seven desperately needed were more than the rich Warhammer guy could ever spend.

As for that Iron Dummy from the Teyvat Continent, not only did he have a goddess for a wife, he also had a goddess for a sister-in-law.

He was living the very ideal of a transmigrator.

When Seven entered the banquet hall, the Shandia Warriors greeted him with warmth and respect. Unlike them, some of the local Skypieans wore their resentment plainly on their faces.

Seven didn't care much.

He almost wished they'd start shouting right away:

[We Skypieans live on Skypiea's own land, yet we're treated like second-class citizens! Brothers, grab your guns and follow me!!]

That would give Seven a chance to show his ruthless side.

Anyone who dared resist would be wiped out!

The banquet hall was more or less like the outdoor barbecues Seven remembered from his previous life. With cheers from Calpa, the Shandia Warrior, and Gan Fall, Skypiea's former God, Seven took his seat at the head of the table.

"Today, we've gathered here,"

Seven raised his glass. "To celebrate the hard-won peace. This one's for peace!"

"To peace!"

"To peace!"

Overall, the Skypiean locals who were unhappy with their new God were still a minority.

Most people had no choice and could only go with the flow.

The two peoples had fought for four hundred years, but thanks to Gan Fall's efforts, calls for peace had spread between them years ago.

Seven had simply taken the credit.

One cup after another, the warriors of both peoples drank and ate heartily, and the mood gradually warmed.

Around the crackling bonfire, Calpa and Gan Fall led their people in the Shandia dance honoring the Sun God.

Then Seven took out his guitar and began to play.

Mihawk nearly spat out the wine he'd just swallowed. He really wanted to know: was there anything this guy couldn't do?

"This guy could be a whole band all by himself!"

He was a skilled cook, could steer a ship, chart maps, make compasses, repair ships, play guitar... Aside from swimming, he was good at everything.

At the invitation of a Skypiean girl, Seven joined the dancing crowd.

Da-da-da-da~ Da-da-da-da~

The ritual dance looked a lot like the Nika Dance. How could he put it? Before you tried it, it seemed childish. Once you started, it was pure fun.

"Da-da-da-da~ Da-da-da-da~"

The older warriors from both peoples couldn't help tearing up at the sight. Some even joined in, following the rhythm Seven hummed.

Peace wasn't just something you talked about. You had to prove your commitment to it through your actions.

The Doctor didn't join in, but he was clearly tempted.

Mihawk didn't step onto the dance floor, but his toes tapped lightly to the rhythm of their own accord. Then a figure appeared, and Mihawk sprang to his feet.

Kizaru flew from the sea to Skypiea, and this was the scene that greeted him—

Beelzebul Seven, whom the World Government wanted captured alive, was dancing the Nika Dance with a crowd of men, women, and children with little wings on their backs...

Through the electric signals carried by the air, Seven sensed something and looked up in surprise. When he saw who had arrived, he didn't panic. Instead, he smiled and raised his glass.

"Come down and have a drink."

There was probably no avoiding a fight.

But before the battle, Seven decided to try a little trick. He'd have Gan Fall use an Image Shell to take a picture of him drinking with Kizaru.

Kizaru hovered in the air, deep astonishment flashing across his face. This guy was actually inviting him down for a drink?

Well...

He'd crossed most of Paradise from Marineford in two days, then spent a long time searching around the waters near Lodestar Island and Jaya Island.

He was indeed a little thirsty.

Kizaru took a seat across from Mihawk.

"Dracule Mihawk, how could a man like you be with Beelzebul?"

Mihawk poured himself another drink and casually answered. The smile on Kizaru's face instantly stiffened.

"He's my captain."

"Nani?!"

Kizaru smacked his lips.

He could only think that the World Government and Navy intelligence services were a bunch of useless fools. How had they missed such an important detail?

In fact, the moment he saw Mihawk, Kizaru had understood: things were about to get tricky.

The target of this mission—

Beelzebul, a former member of the Roger Pirates, had the qualities of a king and had also eaten the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, a power comparable to the Glint-Glint Fruit.

The other prisoner didn't seem very important.

The World Government hadn't made a single additional request. They'd only ordered him to capture the target alive.

And now there was an unexpected complication in the form of Mihawk.

The island high above the clouds, and the local people living on it—somehow, all these problems had landed in his lap at once.

What a mess.

While Kizaru spoke with Mihawk, Seven had already told Gan Fall and Calpa to lead their people farther away. He'd also had them take a picture of him drinking with Kizaru.

Facing Kizaru, the future Marine Admiral, Seven had to try every method he could think of.

Whether it could be used as leverage was one thing.

Whether he tried was another.

Seven went over and sat beside Mihawk, raising his glass. "You've come a long way, Mr. Borsalino."

"Let me buy you a drink."