Innate Blacksmith Saint Body

"Everyone, I'm setting off too! Just like you said, Oran, I'm going to live life to the fullest with freedom!"

On the shores of the Kingdom of Sorbet, Ivankov, with a small amount of food and water, prepared to set sail in a small wooden boat covered in repair marks.

No one knew what the survivors of God Valley had planned for their future, but Ivankov had already decided to take the first step.

"Brother, Oran, Bear, and I plan to stay here for now. We'll figure out the rest later."

Ginny wasn't leaving with Ivankov. To be precise, among the few remaining people, only Ivankov intended to leave now.

"Ivan, sailing far in a boat like that is unrealistic. Are you sure about this?"

Oran couldn't stay in the Kingdom of Sorbet forever. He had many things to do, but by Oran's usual habits, he wouldn't take risks if he had ample time. He needed to build a new, high-quality ship first.

When Ivankov had invited him before, Oran had directly refused what he saw as gambling with his life at sea.

"Of course! Although we haven't known each other for long, I feel like we're already friends. Goodbye, everyone! Don't forget me!"

Carried by a departing breeze, Ivankov's small boat gradually sailed away.

"Little Ivan! I'll never forget your face!"

Bear shouted loudly, only returning to the church after Ivankov's figure had completely disappeared into the horizon.

"Let's go, Bear-Bear, we still need to figure out dinner for tonight..."

Ginny was thirteen and Bear was nine. For them, figuring out how to get enough to eat was the immediate problem.

After all, they had escaped. They couldn't just resort to stealing or rummaging through trash cans to survive. They simply lacked the means, and their only stable source of income currently was Bear chopping firewood.

"We don't need to chop firewood today. I found a kind person who will take care of our dinner."

"A kind person?"

"That's right. Go back and get Kate, and we can leave with the things."

Kate, a member of the Mink Tribe, was also staying here. For one thing, she didn't know how to get back. Zou was a giant, moving elephant, and without a Vivre Card for Zou, even the Mink Tribe couldn't find their home, let alone the fact that Zou's location was in the dangerous New World.

Even if she could return, her home was already shattered.

Her heart condition made her feel like she could suddenly die on any given day. So, when Oran asked her about her future plans, she had earnestly said:

"You avenged me by killing an enemy, and you took me away from that island. The Mink Tribe never owes a debt. I might not live much longer, but I'll repay you during the time I have left! If possible, I'll entrust my dream to you as well!"

Influenced by the Mink Tribe's way of thinking, Oran seemed to have gained a cat's gratitude.

In the current situation, Kate's racial talent for generating electricity was a significant help to Oran. With no subordinates or employees, Oran naturally wouldn't refuse.

However, becoming the "worst villain" wasn't part of Oran's plan. He intended to find a suitable environment to help her with her heart condition.

This natural-born warrior race would be of great help to him in the future.

"You're back! I've already sorted out the things you mentioned, meow!"

Behind Kate were two wooden crates. These were the items Oran had brought out from God Valley.

The ship was too large, but he had managed to bring out a considerable amount of its cargo, including some things that were difficult to replicate in this world, such as Hex Crystals.

Even if Oran had mastered the complete manufacturing process, he couldn't create them without the raw materials. For a certain period, these would be a non-renewable resource for Oran.

Oran and Bear each picked up a wooden crate and walked towards another side of the church. As for having Bear carry things...

Although Bear was the youngest, his strength was astonishing. His carrying capacity was comparable to Oran's exoskeleton's normal load capacity.

After walking for a while, just as Ginny's stomach began to rumble, Oran stopped.

"We're here."

"This... isn't the royal palace?!"

"It is. The kind person I mentioned lives here. I spoke with your king yesterday, and this is my authorization."

While answering Ginny's question, Oran showed a hand-issued permit to the guards.

Working for a living was out of the question. Accumulating initial capital through such means would be too difficult, so Oran chose a relatively swift method.

These two crates contained nothing other than two crates of rifles.

The technological level of the firearms was not high; they didn't possess technology on the level of Portals. In Oran's eyes, they were practically scrap metal.

It was just that Shak, who had helped carry things at the time, thought these guns were of good quality, so he brought them along.

Yet, this batch of weapons, which Oran disdained, was still ahead of the average level in the South Blue.

The technological disparity across this sea was immense. Some islands in the Grand Line could easily produce submachine guns, but in the East Blue, even revolvers were rare.

Most people used old-fashioned single-shot pistols, and the best way to achieve rapid firing was to carry multiple guns.

The South Blue was slightly better, but the gap wasn't large, not to mention that the Kingdom of Sorbet was quite poor.

Of course, relying solely on two crates of rifles wouldn't have earned Oran an invitation to the royal banquet. Those weapons were merely a stepping stone. Oran used them to reach an agreement with the King of the Kingdom of Sorbet.

Oran would help the country improve its forging techniques and manufacture machines to increase domestic productivity. In return, the Kingdom of Sorbet would provide a substantial sum of money and some aid.

The current King of the Kingdom of Sorbet was Bulldog, who could be considered a good king. Although the country was poor, its people were spiritually rich and had no major complaints about their nation.

The blueprint Oran described to Bulldog could change the country's situation to a certain extent, so Bulldog did not refuse.

This poverty only appears when it's divided among everyone. This is a country, after all, and it can still gather the Heavenly Gold needed. Fulfilling Oran's request is definitely possible.

"Oran, how did you get the King to invite you...?"

"I just happened to have something they were missing. Speaking of which, did you look at the thing I gave you earlier?"

"I did, but... the contents were a bit complicated. I don't really understand what it means..."

Bear scratched his head, seeming a little embarrassed that he couldn't even help with such a small matter.

"It's fine. I'll teach you when we get back. It shouldn't be too difficult."

Oran needed some special materials to build certain things, but there were no facilities here to extract those materials. The industrial system of the Kingdom of Sorbet wasn't sufficient for Oran to build similar equipment.

Ultimately, Oran set his sights on Bear's abilities. The Paw-Paw Fruit could repel conceptual things like pain. It was a Devil Fruit that grasped a portion of the power of rules.

In theory, using its power to separate certain special substances wouldn't be complicated, but there was one prerequisite: Bear had to understand what this substance actually was.