Two (crossed out) vs. One Hundred Under the Moonlight

Reiner looked around, flicked the ash from his cigarette, and said calmly, "There are probably about a hundred people outside, plus Mr. 8 and a few other executives."

"Sounds familiar," Zoro mused, stroking his chin.

Reiner was a little puzzled. "They're from Baroque Works. Have you encountered them before?"

"Ah, now I remember. They tried to recruit me before."

"You're quite famous in the East Blue, Zoro," Reiner teased, heading towards the door. "Let's go. Time to get to work."

"Oh no! I've caught the 'I'll die if I step out this door' disease. I'll leave the enemies to you guys." The brave sea warrior clutched his chest with both hands, then lay down and played dead.

"..."

Forget it, why would a god need to deal with mere small fry?

"Then leave it to us, curly-brows. Let's go."

"Shut up, don't boss me around, moss-head."

The scene outside was incredibly lively.

The big-haired Mr. 8 walked at the front, surrounded by several executives, with a hundred or so regular members following behind, surging towards the house where Reiner and his companions were.

Mr. 8 tugged at his collar and said, "Don't be careless! Their combined bounties exceed seventy million Beli. First, capture the people inside the house, then we'll deal with their ship."

"They're just a few drunk Pirates. No matter how strong they are, they're just fish on the chopping block." Mr. 9, wearing a crown, chuckled and added directly, "No matter what, there are only a few of them, and we have over a hundred. The advantage is ours!"

"Oh! A hundred people, huh? That'll take a while to cut down."

A disdainful voice rang out, and Mr. 8 and the others froze, looking up involuntarily.

A full moon hung high in the black sky. Under the cold moonlight, three dark figures stood on the rooftop, silhouetted against the moon.

"How can this be!"

"Didn't they already fall?"

"Don't panic!" The big-haired Mr. 8 shouted with a grave expression. "There are only three of them, and the strongest captain isn't here."

"That's right!" Mr. 9 growled through gritted teeth, quickly pulling out two metal baseball bats.

Everyone's faces contorted into vicious expressions, and they raised their swords and guns, ready for a big fight.

"So uncool. These are the cheapest assassins I've ever seen," Reiner couldn't help but complain as he looked down. "Is Old Sand so poor he can only afford this kind of trash, or does he have so much money that he just hires these nobodies indiscriminately?"

Reiner didn't plan to intervene. After all, they had treated him to food and drinks, and even provided so many young ladies to serve him. Undead didn't have much restraint, and if they killed too many, he'd feel a little embarrassed.

Only Reiner remained on the rooftop, sitting alone on the high platform. Sanji and Zoro had disappeared at some point.

"Yo, so you guys want my head, huh?"

"Making so much noise in the middle of the night, it's killing me."

Zoro and Sanji's voices suddenly echoed through the crowd, causing a stir.

Everyone reacted by quickly turning around, but by the time they aimed their weapons, the two figures were no longer there.

Zoro drew his three swords, and amidst the flashing cold gleam, a flurry of blades and shadows swept through, instantly sending blood splattering.

Sanji moved like a nimble dragon, weaving through the crowd, his leg techniques dazzling. Enemies fell one after another.

"They're really as strong as monsters," Reiner couldn't help but exclaim, enjoying the battle below.

His physical fitness wasn't bad. With the unique boost from his zoan fruit and his daily training, it wasn't an exaggeration to say he was making rapid progress, but his combat skills were still too poor.

He had tried practicing swordsmanship—his talent was abysmal.

He thought close-quarters combat had a high ceiling too—he just flailed around wildly.

He attempted to take a shortcut with firearms—he was a master of missing.

When he first transmigrated, he tried swords, spears, clubs, and staffs, but he had no talent for any of them.

Rely on effort?

He chuckled.

Later, he decided that he would continue to train his body. He had nothing else to do anyway, but he wouldn't push himself too hard. As long as it was enough to protect himself, he'd leave the fighting to the Undead.

What kind of proper summoner goes into battle themselves? This Necromancer Lord thing has no gravitas whatsoever.

Reiner knew where his advantages lay. If he tried to grasp everything and be good at everything, even a wish-fulfillment novel wouldn't dare to write it like that!

"You damn bastard, I finally found you!"

A shout interrupted Reiner's thoughts. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a few nobodies who had snuck up, holding swords and daggers, confronting him.

The one who spoke was a brown-haired man leading the group, glaring at him with a pistol.

"Why are you so angry?" Reiner looked at the man holding the gun, baffled.

The brown-haired man with the gun grew even angrier. "You actually dared... actually dared—"

"—to lay your hands on my little sister! Just you wait, I'll kill you!"

"What are you talking about?! What is this?! I want to see my—"

"They were the ones who came onto us, weren't they?!"

Reiner threw down his cigarette butt with force, stomping on it hard. "It's too early to tell who profited and who lost. Why are you bringing this up?"

"You shameless bastard! Go to hell!" The brown-haired man roared, about to pull the trigger.

Bang—!

A gunshot rang out, but it was the brown-haired man who fell.

"Yes! I am shameless, but even if I concede that point, weren't you also in the wrong?"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Reiner fired rapidly, and several thugs fell one after another. The master marksman wasn't blind; the shots that needed to hit still hit.

He gently blew away a wisp of smoke curling from the gun barrel.

The battle below was also nearing its end, with only a few executives remaining.

"Hot Blood No. 9 Backflip!"

Mr. 9, wearing a crown, bent backward, curling his entire body into a ball and rolling towards Zoro. His metal baseball bat swung in front of Zoro.

Then Zoro twisted his body to the side, and the opponent rolled directly off the roof.

"…"

"Seriously, dude? Going for comedy?"

Reiner's face instantly darkened. "Even though we won, why does it feel so embarrassing?"

"Prepare to die!—Mr. Bushido!"

A blue-haired, ponytail-wearing beauty stood on a duck, swaying her hips left and right while waving her hands in a dance.

"Mosquito Coil Dance: Allure!"

"Pfft haha~" Reiner recognized the woman from below; it was Vivi, the princess of Alabasta!

Seeing Vivi looking like a little delinquent, Reiner couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Damn, where's my camera?!"

He had to quickly capture this embarrassing moment. He could play it on repeat whenever he was feeling down later.

However, despite the humor, Vivi's move was actually effective.

As the mosquito-patterned clothing swayed continuously, Zoro suddenly felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.

"Go, Karoo!"

"Gak!!!"

The duck squawked loudly, its webbed feet 'pat-pat-patting' on the ground as it charged towards Zoro with Vivi on its back.

At the critical moment, Zoro braced himself, gritting his teeth as he swung his sword to block Vivi's chain, incidentally cutting off her hair tie.

Her beautiful sky-blue hair scattered and draped over her shoulders, a few strands slightly obscuring her face.

Vivi knelt on the ground, her delicate, fair face appearing pitiful as she bit her lip.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Reiner glanced at her with interest. "Gotta say, Vivi is truly a beauty in the making."

However, today he witnessed what it meant to be a Sigma male. Zoro's expression remained unchanged. He held his swords with both hands, the Wado Ichimonji clenched in his mouth, and charged directly forward.

"Princess!!"

Igaram immediately panicked, aiming his modified trumpet gun at Zoro.

Reiner was also baffled. What? Are you seriously going to slash the Alabasta princess, the supposed tenth crewmate, and a key figure for the Ancient Weapon, to death today?

"Three-Sword Style: Hawk Claw!"

Reiner didn't stop Zoro's attack because the green-haired man was using the blunt side of his blade.

Although he didn't have Sanji's chivalry, Zoro almost never cut women.

"Neck Meat Kick!"

Sanji kicked Igaram over, stopping his sneak attack.

"Saved your life, Moss-head. No need to thank me."

"What did you say, Swirly Brows? I wouldn't have been in trouble even without you!"

The fight ended there. Reiner ignored the bickering duo and jumped down.

"Princess?" Nami walked out, looking confused.

When Reiner saw Nami, he couldn't help but mock, "Well, well, Nami, how was your haul?"

"Damn it! They're all paupers! I finally got to act before you, and I didn't even earn anything!"

Nami yelled at him fiercely, stomping hard on Igaram who was beneath her. "Hey! Get up, you bastard! What was that about a princess you just mentioned?"