Reverse Summon, Descending Upon Marine Headquarters

The lively banquet offered wine, food, and beautiful women aplenty.

Vegapunk wasn't interested in women, but Caesar, Queen, and Judge were all lustful devils. They each had two courtesans on either side, smiling non-stop.

The so-called courtesans were prostitutes from the pleasure houses.

The pleasure house industry in the Flower Capital was very developed. Especially after Dimon took control of Wano Country, he captured a large number of samurai. Their wives, having lost their husbands' income, many ended up in this industry.

Dimon wasn't interested in ordinary courtesans. Usually, an Oiran was responsible for pouring his wine, but today Stussy had snatched that job.

The banquet was a great success, with guests and host thoroughly enjoying themselves. Dimon later arranged guest rooms for everyone.

As for the matter of the Ancient Weapon, they would discuss it tomorrow.

After the banquet, Dimon went to a hot spring bathhouse.

He took off his clothes and entered the hot spring naked. A maid came to serve him, but he waved her away.

Steam rose from the hot spring, shrouding the area in mist.

Dimon leaned against the edge of the spring, arms spread, silently enjoying a moment of peace.

"Solving Pluton's energy problem requires enormous funds, and it's uncertain whether Wano Country's finances can support it."

As everyone knew, scientific research was a bottomless pit.

Dimon pondered, perhaps he should start some business to make money.

Wano Country was the origin of Seastone, a scarce resource. As long as it was exported, there would be no shortage of buyers.

The artisans here were also unmatched, capable of processing Seastone into various exquisite objects.

"Hmm?"

Just as he was thinking, a graceful figure walked into the bathhouse.

"Are there good places like this in the Shogun's mansion? Honestly, they didn't even entertain me..."

Stussy, wrapped in a pure white bath towel, walked in with a charming smile.

"Is there a possibility that this isn't a mixed bath, but the Shogun's private bath?" Dimon quipped.

"What does it matter? I love soaking in hot springs too~"

She walked to the edge of the spring, dipped her fair jade foot in to test the temperature, then entered the pool and slowly made her way to Dimon's side.

Dimon had no intention of turning away the unsolicited favor. He immediately called for a maid to bring a fruit platter and milk.

The night passed without incident.

The next day.

When Dimon woke up, Stussy was no longer beside him. She was kneeling at the dressing table, reapplying her makeup.

"Good morning."

Dimon greeted her with a smile.

The hot spring had made his skin very white and tender; he was quite satisfied.

"It's not that early. I envy you, you can really sleep!" Stussy admired herself in the mirror. "Hurry up and get up, I'm going to see the Pluton Battleship."

"You can still run around today?" Dimon asked in surprise.

"Hmph hmph, you forgot I'm immortal! My injuries have already recovered!"

Stussy got up proudly and forcefully pulled Dimon out of bed.

Only then did Dimon realize a serious problem.

The Immortality granted by the Elixir of Immortality would keep the recipient at the state they were in when they drank it.

Wouldn't Stussy get injured every time?

Oh well, he wasn't the one who would be in pain anyway.

After getting dressed, the two left together and then accompanied Vegapunk and the others for breakfast.

Caesar and the other two had rosy complexions, clearly satisfied with Dimon's hospitality.

It wasn't until noon that everyone set off for Mount Fuji. In the deepest part of Mount Fuji, they saw the Pluton Battleship.

The scientists were all excitedly studying it everywhere.

Meanwhile.

Marine Headquarters, Marineford, Fleet Admiral's Office.

"Here are the three Devil Fruits you requested."

Fleet Admiral Kong pointed to the three Devil Fruits on the table. "Are you sure this isn't some kind of trap?"

"This isn't a one-time deal, Fleet Admiral," Sengoku said wisely. "As long as that person wants more Devil Fruits, trading with us is an efficient strategy."

"He sounds like a merchant. What does he want so many Devil Fruits for?"

"Ingredients for brewing... that's what the intelligence says," Sengoku mused. "Perhaps he wants to build an army of ability users."

Kong let out a scoff. "No matter how good the Devil Fruit is, it depends on the user. Mere quantity is meaningless."

He was a little worried about the World Government's reaction, but no one could refuse immortality.

For the past five years, the Marines had been hunting down those remnants, but they were all immortal. The more they encountered them, the more envious they became.

Now that the opportunity was right in front of him, Steel-Bones Kong didn't hesitate much.

"You make the call. We have to decide the meeting place. It'll be troublesome if it's a trap!"

"Understood."

Sengoku immediately took out the slip of paper with the number on it and dialed according to the digits.

A moment later, the Den Den Mushi connected, and Dimon's voice echoed in the office.

"Moshi moshi, who is this?"

"It's me, Sengoku."

"Oh, it's you. Is everything ready?"

"Of course! I'll decide the meeting place. This is the first transaction, and I don't think we should have any unpleasantness."

Sengoku specifically mentioned the first time, implying there would be a second and a third.

He believed Dimon wouldn't refuse and that the other party would surely understand his concerns.

However.

"There's no need for such trouble..."

As soon as he spoke, Sengoku suddenly looked down at the slip of paper in his hand.

The slip of paper with the number on it erupted with pitch-black lightning, and wisps of black smoke rose.

The next moment, the black smoke writhed like calligraphy in the air above the desk, quickly sketching out a five-pointed magic circle.

"What?!"

Sengoku and Kong's expressions changed drastically.

A dark shadow appeared in the center of the magic circle. As the black smoke dissipated, Dimon suddenly appeared before the two of them.

"Good noon, gentlemen."

"Is this your ability?" Sengoku's face darkened. "You tampered with the paper!"

"There was no tampering, just a little trick. I call it [Reverse Summon]."

Dimon landed lightly and stood in the Fleet Admiral's office, a playful smile on his face.

Steel-Bones Kong stared intently at Dimon, a pair of pitch-black wings on his back being extremely conspicuous.

"Are you a Lunarian?"

Abel was a Lunarian and also had a pair of black wings on his back, but their wings were completely different.

However, misunderstandings were fine; Dimon wasn't interested in explaining that he was a demon.

This identity was currently known only to a very few people.

He couldn't be bothered to answer and looked at the three Devil Fruits on the desk.

"This must be Marine Headquarters, right? I've been here too long, and I'm a little scared."

Kong's expression was solemn. "I don't see how you're scared. What courage to appear in a place like this so brazenly!"

Dimon chuckled, walked to the sofa, and sat down, crossing his legs. He then casually picked up an apple from the fruit basket and took a bite.

"Enough with the nonsense, let's make the trade."

Looking at Dimon, who acted as if he were in his own home, the Fleet Admiral and the Marine General were speechless.

Should we make a move and arrest him here?

The thought flashed and was immediately abandoned.

Kong nodded at Sengoku. Sengoku picked up the three Devil Fruits and placed them in front of the sofa.

"Where's the wine?"

With a raise of his hand, Dimon produced a brand-new bottle of Elixir of Immortality and then asked, "I'm giving you a little discount. Why don't you give me a bonus gift, perhaps... a Devil Fruit Encyclopedia!"