Bounty Hunter Luo Wen

Sea Circle Calendar 1520, East Blue Sambas Sea, Marine Branch Base.

Dozens of bounty hunters stood in the hall, and usually rough and bold as they were, they dared not even breathe loudly now.

Each of them looked cautiously and curiously toward the bounty exchange counter, watching that legendary young bounty hunter of the East Blue.

His body was as sturdy as an iron tower, and the lumps of muscle beneath his clothes were strong but not bulky.

Like the most perfect sculpture, he radiated an astonishing sense of power even in a static state.

Strapped to his back was a two-meter-long, half-man-wide giant sword, exuding a piercing murderous intent.

His hair was as thick as a lion's mane, and his face was chiseled, resolute, and handsome.

And whether it was an illusion of their eyes or not, they actually vaguely saw strands of black Qi winding around the young man's body, resembling an evil ghost.

Luo Wen ignored the gaze of the crowd; he was already used to it.

"Help me calculate how much the bounty is this time."

Luo Wen placed a black sack on the counter and handed it to the marine for counting and confirmation.

"Alright, Mr. Luo Wen."

The marine looked respectful and laid the contents of the sack out on the table, which shockingly turned out to be seven ferocious-looking heads.

"Fierce Tiger Taige, with a 4 million bounty!"

"Black Snake Snak, with a 5 million bounty!"

"Poison Beast Gaoqishi, with a 4.5 million bounty!"

With the appearance of each head, the marine's gaze became another fraction more shocked.

These pirates were all heinous villains running amok in the East Blue, having harmed who knows how many people's lives.

The surrounding bounty hunters looked at those heads and could not help letting out exclamations.

Some of them had crossed paths with these pirates before, and the results went without saying: they returned in miserable defeat.

They could never have imagined that the heads of these major pirates would one day appear at the marine base at the same time.

Such a scene only ever appeared in their dreams.

"Mr. Luo Wen, this is your bounty, a total of 30 million Beli." As he spoke, the marine respectfully handed a briefcase out the window.

When he uttered this number, all the bounty hunters drew in a sharp breath of air, their gazes filled with yearning as they looked at the briefcase.

All the pirates hunted by these people combined were not worth this much money.

Yet not a single person dared to provoke Luo Wen, for they had long known of Luo Wen's terror.

"30 million, not bad either."

Luo Wen took the briefcase, weighed it lightly, and turned to leave.

Until Luo Wen walked far away, the interior of the marine base suddenly exploded.

Those bounty hunters and marines could not help beginning to discuss loudly.

Luo Wen returned to his small boat and opened the briefcase.

"System, recharge."

The Beli in the briefcase suddenly vanished, as if they had never appeared at all.

"Ding! Congratulations to host, Wealth Value increased by 30 million!"

Hearing the system's prompt, a trace of distress appeared on Luo Wen's face.

"It has been half a year since I transmigrated."

"Following this trend, don't even think about maxing out the roleplay progress without a dozen years."

That's right.

Luo Wen was not a native of this world.

He came from another world, inexplicably transmigrating body and all into this dangerous world.

Here, there were lawless pirates, psychopathic Celestial Dragons sitting high above, and an incompetent World Government.

Any one of these factions could crush him, an ordinary person, to death like an ant.

Fortunately, Luo Wen had bound the God-Tier Roleplay System when he transmigrated.

Right at the start, he drew the SR template [Berserker Class · Heracles], which was Illya's Heroic Spirit from the Fifth Holy Grail War, whom countless people hailed as Uncle B the true man.

As long as he continuously restored the template's settings, he could increase his roleplay progress and acquire the power of the template.

He could even consume Beli to boost his roleplay progress.

Luo Wen was well aware of the danger and splendor of the pirate world.

He was unwilling to be a passing ordinary person, nor did he want to be a supporting character in this magnificent era.

Therefore, he made up his mind to grow stronger.

For half a year, he constantly restored the persona of the template, fighting fierce pirates in the weak sea area of the East Blue.

At the same time, he exchanged the heads of slain pirates for a large amount of bounties to increase his role-playing progress.

With these two approaches combined, his role-playing progress soared.

Open the system panel.

Luo Wen chanted silently in his heart.

A regular light screen appeared in his consciousness.

[Host: Luo Wen]
[Template: Berserker Class - Heracles]
[Role-playing Progress: 30%]
[Beli: 15 million + 30 million]
[Strength: B]
[Endurance: B]
[Agility: B]
[Magic Power: B]
[Luck: A]
[Noble Phantasm: A+]
[Class Skills]: Battle Continuation (B), False Clairvoyance (B), Bravery (A+), Divinity (A), Mad Enhancement (B)
[Noble Phantasms]: Twelve Labors (B), Nine Lives (C-A+)

Looking at the panel before him, he already possessed 30% role-playing progress.

In other words, at this moment, he already had 30% of the strength of the Berserker Servant, Heracles.

This was already quite terrifying, enough to support Luo Wen in becoming a facade figure under the Four Emperors, or an admiral seed of the Marine Headquarters.

With his current strength, he could be said to have no rivals whatsoever in the East Blue, the weakest sea area.

More importantly, he had already unlocked Heracles's signature Noble Phantasm, Twelve Labors.

This was a Noble Phantasm transformed from the legend of Heracles, which could grant Luo Wen twelve lives, and slowly recover them after consumption.

Comparatively, Twelve Labors was even more heaven-defying than Marco's Phoenix-Phoenix Fruit.

System, consume 40 million wealth value to increase role-playing progress.

The next moment, the system panel in his mind also changed.

[Host: Luo Wen]
[Template: Berserker Class - Heracles]
[Role-playing Progress: 34%]
[Beli: 5 million]

At the same time, Luo Wen felt a massive surge of power flow into his body.

A memory surfaced in his mind—that was the glorious legend of Heracles, the twelve impossible heroic trials.

His already powerful body was strengthened once more, and while his various stats did not break through their ranks, they all increased by ten percent.

Every 10 million Beli can increase role-playing progress by 1%, and raising it to 100% will still require 640 million Beli.

Luo Wen frowned slightly.

This number was not much, merely the price of a Paramecia Devil Fruit.

However, he was currently located in the East Blue, and getting this much money would still take a lot of effort.

Over the past half year, Luo Wen had drifted all over the East Blue, killing everywhere he went, and had traded most of the valuable, fierce pirates for bounties.

The current East Blue was truly the weakest sea, and the pirates here were nothing more than two or three kittens and puppies.

Of course, if Luo Wen were to become a pirate and oppress those weak civilians, let alone 600 million Beli, even 6 billion Beli would be easy.

However, this did not align with the values Luo Wen cultivated in his past life; he was an ordinary person.

Luo Wen would not sacrifice himself for the misery of others, but neither would he slaughter all living beings for temporary convenience.

Luo Wen chose to become a bounty hunter, hunting down fierce pirates.

He matched the template of the Berserker Class, Heracles, in battle, and then used the bounties to increase his role-playing progress.

It seems I need to head to the Grand Line as soon as possible.

Luo Wen made his decision; the novice village of the East Blue was almost completely farmed out by him, and there was no need to stay long.

The pirates of the Grand Line possessed strong strength, allowing him to fight better battles.

Their bounties were even more generous, with any slightly formidable one carrying a bounty in the hundreds of millions, and he still had plenty of treasure himself.