Value

In a certain area of the Sabaody Archipelago.

Basil Hawkins crossed his legs, shaking a goblet in his hand.

The crimson liquid sloshed back and forth in the transparent glass.

Like sudden waves on the sea.

Splash--

The goblet suddenly slipped from his hand.

Glass shards mixed with red wine spilled all over the floor.

"An omen."

A hint of gloom appeared on Hawkins' previously calm face.

He decided to divine.

He had just taken out his deck of cards and hadn't even drawn one when a black clown card abruptly fell out.

"Fate Revelation has reached this extent!"

"No, yesterday's revelation was to continue waiting for the Fish-Man Island conflict to end. Why is it so sudden?"

"As expected, it's a clown who likes to mock fate."

Hawkins suddenly stood up from the bar counter, his tall, thin figure casting a shadow under the dim yellow light.

"Set sail immediately." His words were calm, with an unrefusable tone.

"If we don't leave tonight, this island..." Hawkins was somewhat uncertain. The divination's revelation kept changing, like someone's capricious mind acting on impulse and then changing their mind again.

However, this was the first time he had encountered such a strong, dire omen.

"Prepare to head to the New World!"

The Bubble Cable Car was shaped like a teapot.

It reminded Buggy of the Teacup Ride at an amusement park.

However, here, the Bubble Cable Car utilized the Sabaody Archipelago's Bubble Technology.

A large bubble was embedded beneath the cable car.

It lifted the teapot, which quickly broke through the enveloping white mist.

Almost simultaneously, a giant gecko clinging to the sheer cliff of the Red Line also broke through the layers of white mist.

Under the dense fog, almost no one noticed that this gecko was carrying an island and quietly approaching.

With limbs like octopus-like suction cups, it could move on the sheer cliffs of the Red Line as if on flat ground.

However, with every crawl, loose earth and stone blocks continuously fell.

"An interesting scene, isn't it?"

Buggy remained seated, enjoying the strange scenery before him with great interest.

The dense white mist was like clouds in the sky beneath his feet, and the extremely steep red stone wall was right before his eyes.

Below, a gecko was struggling to climb.

"I will hardly forget this scene in my entire life."

Swan replied, her eyes shining.

She had gotten on this cable car.

Even though she clearly knew that this person's identity was no longer a Navy Major, but an Enemy of the World.

At the same time, she also knew very well where the cable car was heading.

But there was no other way, who told her to save herself?

What price could save her dignity and freedom?

Her gaze never left Buggy.

It was just one life.

"Hoo hoo." Jacques struggled to adjust his breathing, ". It might also be the last time."

He had privately dispatched the Guard Navy and even activated the Bubble Cable Car.

No matter what this lord did at the Holy Land.

Jacques felt he couldn't escape.

So he might as well get an inner ticket to watch!

"Don't you regret it?"

Buggy's gaze shifted back, falling on Swan's neat short hair.

"You could have been a faction leader yourself. You already had freedom long ago."

To be honest, Jacques would walk with him, he could have predicted that, after all, he held a very fatal handle on the other party.

As for Swan, he hadn't expected her to show up here at all.

He couldn't think of any use for her.

Organizational and leadership skills?

He didn't seem to be lacking in those either.

"But more importantly, you have no value to me."

These words might sting a little, but Buggy didn't care about that.

He appreciated beauty, and the young girl was indeed quite beautiful.

But that didn't mean he would be lenient towards beauty.

Value was very important.

At the auction venue, Swan's value was in being saved, her presence could evoke empathy from people.

And during the chaos, she also provided some organizational value.

On the contrary, after getting on the cable car, she lost her value.

She became expendable.

Hearing this, Swan's small face didn't show any disappointment, but a stubbornness.

She reached out and made a swipe, and a light-colored air wall appeared before her.

Swan opened her mouth as if saying something, but no sound came out.

Her voice was isolated.

With another wave of her hand, the air wall vanished.

"You said I should save myself."

The girl also flashed a bright smile.

Those who had lost their freedom and dignity cherished everything they regained more than anyone else.

Especially someone like Swan, who had come to an understanding.

She had never been idle; instead, amidst the chaos of the entire archipelago, she had found her own value.

"Silence-Fruit."

"Hmm, it seems you've finally gotten wise."

Speaking of which, the Devil Fruit he wanted to give Arne hadn't been given yet.

Buggy suddenly remembered.

"But, the inner tickets also come with some rewards."

His gaze fell on Jacques, who seemed a bit flustered.

He fumbled around on his person and pulled out a Devil Fruit.

His purpose for carrying Devil Fruits was precisely to find opportunities to feed them to Devil Fruit Users.

Surely no one would expect him to suddenly pull out a Devil Fruit during a fight, right?

"It's also for fairness."

He handed the banana-shaped fruit with white patterns to Jacques.

The Joker was never stingy with these things.

The old man, who had a bit of ambition, had his eyes redden for the first time in a long while.

"..."

The Bubble Cable Car arrived at the Holy Land without a sound.

Inside the Holy Land, Mary Geoise.

The night here was no different from the day.

Charmark Saint was decorating a new toy he had finally managed to rent.

A toy called a Shichibukai.

Bartholomew Kuma, his already imposing figure, knelt on the ground, his broken body revealing flesh and blood like steel.

The Celestial Dragons used expensive swords as decorations on him.

To flaunt their power and wealth.

The swords pierced through his body, like screws stuck in a precision instrument, yet strangely drawing wisps of blood.

Charmark Saint stepped on Kuma's head.

He forcefully plunged a long-handled axe into Kuma's body.

If I could pierce this slave's body, I could prove I was much stronger than the Celestial Dragons who rented him before!

This was something he intended to show off, and he wasn't going to let a slave do it for him.

To be precise, he had just tried to stuff a slave's body into those meaningless iron plates.

It was a pity.

Even after he had chopped that slave into meat paste, he couldn't fit it into this extremely precise body.

That had been his 98th wife.

Unsurprisingly, she had met the same end as the previous 97.

On the other hand, this long-handled axe could still penetrate a little.

"Do you need any help, sir?"

A greeting sounded in Charmark Saint's ears.

He didn't even look, dismissing it as the barking of guard dogs.

How could he let dogs play with his new toy first?

"Scram."

"That might be difficult to do."