The Lunarian Race

Long, long ago, the Lunarian race built a nation on the Red Line, drawing in other races, and people called that land God's Country.

They also called the Lunarians "gods."

King the Conflagration, a Lead Performer of the Beasts Pirates, was one of the only known survivors of that race.

"Gods?" Seven's expression turned amused.

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"They're really scared I'll side with the World Government!"

The downfall of the Lunarian race and God's Country was the World Government's doing.

To completely wipe out the race, the World Government even set a special bounty rule: just report a Lunarian's whereabouts, and you could claim 100 Million Berries on the spot.

If Seven bought the Lunarian Bloodline, never mind which part of his body caught fire—once the World Government found out, he'd face an unending, life-or-death pursuit.

But on the flip side, when the flames were active, defense was boosted by 100%; when extinguished, speed was boosted by 100%, plus he could generate and control fire.

It was like eating an extra Flame-Flame Fruit.

This wasn't a simple one-plus-one.

The Lunarian race's innate inextinguishable flames were already a terrifying power capable of burning heaven and earth, and now stacking them with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit's lightning force.

The explosive power from their collision went beyond ability stacking—it was clearly an overload reaction that could tear through a battlefield.

Definitely worth having.

As for percentage-based stats, they might not show much advantage early on, but in the late game, after stacking enough base stats, percentage boosts would bring a significant leap.

No, Seven didn't even have an early game.

His current strength was nearly at Admiral-Yonko level, already in the late-game bracket.

If he also learned Conqueror's Haki Defense, stacked with Iron Balloon and Armament Haki, after a 100% defense boost, his durability would be absurdly terrifying.

Twenty years later, if he ran into Liu Zoro, he could even say: "Come on, this old man will stand here and let you cut."

And with a 100% speed boost, while the Rumble-Rumble Fruit still couldn't match Kizaru's Glint-Glint Fruit, being twice as fast was a solid fact.

"50,000 points... expensive things have their reasons."

Seven could accept the price, but being broke was his biggest problem right now.

Conqueror's Haki Defense cost 100,000 points, Observation Haki Future Sight cost 50,000 points, and the Lunarian Divine Bloodline cost 50,000 points.

Never mind those being unaffordable—he couldn't even buy Armament Haki Ryuo, priced at 20,000 points.

"Broke. So damn broke."

After thinking it over, Seven reluctantly listed the Bear-Bear Fruit Mythical Zoan Thunder Giant Bear form on the Trading Platform.

To put it simply, while the overall strength of a pirate crew mattered for sailing the seas, what mattered more was the Captain's strength.

That was the foundation of being a leader.

During the God Valley battle, why was Imu so cocky, taking on six opponents alone? Because he was strong!

When it came to boosting personal strength, everything else was irrelevant, or at least less important.

[Bear-Bear Fruit Mythical Zoan Thunder Giant Bear Form: 60,000 points. Storms gather, lift me to the clouds. Seller's note: Storm, rage on.]

The 60,000-point price was set based on the Trading Platform's 20,000-point buy order for the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, aimed squarely at fleecing the rich.

The poor couldn't afford it anyway.

Only Warhammer Bro or the Dragon Ball user who got a big barrel of Senzu Beans probably had the buying power.

If the Bear-Bear Fruit sold, after a 10% tax, he'd have 54,000 points left—enough to buy the Lunarian Bloodline, with four Senzu Beans to spare.

That would definitely push him straight to Admiral-Yonko level.

By then—

Big Eater, Innate Divine Strength, Iron Balloon, and the Lunarian Bloodline would forge an outrageously overpowered Barzeb Seven.

Why not prioritize buying Observation Haki Future Sight? Same old reason: Future Sight could potentially be trained on its own, but the Lunarian Bloodline couldn't.

As for bloodline mixing... let it mix.

As a top-tier pirate, Seven wasn't afraid of being broke—why would he fear a little bloodline mixing?

If he could, Seven would happily mix in more. If the system refreshed a Super Saiyan bloodline, he'd sell everything he had to grab it.

Forget Super Saiyan—if it refreshed a Giant Race bloodline or a Fish-Man Race bloodline, and conditions allowed, Seven would snap them all up.

Besides the steep price.

The Lunarian Bloodline sold in the system shop had only one last issue: some part of the body catching fire.

Seven glanced down at his body soaking in the hot bath and didn't overthink it: Whatever, it's fine. Worst case, it's a flaming stick.

At least it was a personal trademark.

It wasn't like he couldn't extinguish it—and when he did, speed increased by 100%, better than any black or white stockings.

Climbing out of the bath, Seven crashed into sleep, boosted by 50% better sleep quality and 50% faster recovery.

West Blue, Ohara Ruins.

Seven days had passed since the Navy launched the Buster Call on Ohara, and the naval fleet that carried out the order had long since departed under the command of five Vice Admirals.

Among the rubble and gravel, a strange man with an extremely pointed head and a long tongue sticking out held a bouquet of flowers, paying respects to his friend Dr. Clover.

"Long time no see, Vegapunk."

Hearing the familiar voice, Vegapunk quickly wiped away his tears and turned around, his gaze landing on Monkey D. Dragon, who was staring at his head.

"Dragon?"

"Your head's gotten even bigger."

"That's not important." Vegapunk narrowed his eyes.

His head kept growing because he had eaten the Brain-Brain Fruit, which granted him infinite brain capacity, but the more information he stored, the larger his head became.

"Dragon, what are you doing in Ohara?"

"Me?" Dragon sneered. "I heard you've finally become a lapdog for the World Government. I was shocked, especially since you turned down our Revolutionary Army's invitation."

Vegapunk defended himself. "What do you know!"

"Even with my intelligence and technology, what could a poor army like yours possibly build? Technology needs funding too!"

Dragon understood that technology required funding, but he was furious at the World Government for launching the Buster Call and destroying Ohara.

"You're still as blunt as ever."

The two sat down before the memorial bouquet.

"Dragon, Ohara's will hasn't completely vanished. Beelzebul of the Morning Star Pirates saved a little girl from the Navy's Buster Call."

"There are plenty of sensible people in the Navy too. Don't lose sight of your goal, Dragon."

Dragon's gaze turned cold. "Beelzebul isn't like ordinary pirates, but this time, I can't stand it anymore. I'm going to build an army that can fight."

Why could the Morning Star Pirates come and go freely under the Navy's Buster Call?

Because whether it was Captain Beelzebul, Vice Captain Mihawk, or combatant Fujitora, they were all extremely powerful fighters who could fight and win.

What the Revolutionary Army lacked were warriors like them.

Vegapunk asked in surprise, "Aren't you the one who hates war the most?"

Dragon didn't answer the question. "Just wait and see, Vegapunk. I'll change the world. I won't let Clover's sacrifice be in vain..."

Though the declaration was bold and ambitious, Dragon felt an inexplicable tightness in his chest.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Why does it feel like I'm about to lose something?"