New Skill [Special Beam Cannon]! Extorting Ten Billion from the Golden Emperor!

"Ha... ha... ha..."

Despite Lynn's stamina having improved tremendously compared to before,

and despite deliberately staying in the Seventh Gate,

after one round of attacks,

his stamina was still severely depleted.

Fortunately, he was only panting and sweating now.

He was no longer left weak and listless on the spot like before, needing to sleep for days afterward.

[ Ding! Detected that the host successfully defeated two Shichibukai-level combatants (Donquixote Doflamingo, Gild Tesoro). Mission complete! ]

[ Congratulations, host, on receiving the reward: Skill—Special Beam Cannon! ]

[ Special Beam Cannon: Highly concentrates the body's energy at the fingertips, instantly releasing a spiraling energy shockwave capable of piercing through anything. This skill consumes stamina and Conqueror's Haki. It is tremendously powerful; please use it with caution. ]

"Hm?"

Lynn's jet-black eyes lit up.

Special Beam Cannon?

Wasn't that Piccolo's ultimate move from Dragon Ball?

Not even Saiyans could withstand that blast.

It would be even more devastating in the world of pirates!

And the system description had said it too.

Pierce through anything!

Those four words meant he could slaughter enemies in every direction!

And it consumed stamina plus Conqueror's Haki. Unlike the Eight Gates, opening the Gate of Wonder alone had nearly drained him dry.

Good stuff!

A satisfied look appeared on Lynn's little face.

When fighting people in the future, he could first put up Susanoo in front, hide behind it, and charge up a Special Beam Cannon. One shot per enemy—perfect!

Just as Lynn happily considered how to use his new skill,

"Don't! Don't kill our Young Master!"

"Please! Lord Jack the Drought! Young Master Lynn!"

A series of miserable cries and pleas pulled Lynn back to reality.

Jack the Drought was already carrying his enormous ivory scimitar, striding murderously toward Doflamingo, who had been blasted into the ruins and was barely clinging to life.

Pica, Sugar, Gladius, and the other Donquixote Family officers wailed and begged for mercy.

Trebol's sticky body was sprawled across the ground as he howled through snot and tears, "Behahaha! Lord Demon Child! Lord Jack the Drought! Please spare our Young Master!"

"We... we're willing to trade every Artificial Devil Fruit we have for the Young Master's life! Not a single one will be kept! We'll give them all to you!"

Hearing that, Jack spat disdainfully. "Who the hell wants your worthless junk? Today, I'm chopping up that pink-haired flamingo to vent Young Master Lynn's anger!"

As he spoke, the ivory scimitar was about to fall.

"Eeya."

Lynn's voice suddenly rang out.

Jack's raised scimitar stopped abruptly. He turned back in confusion. "Young Master Lynn?"

Lynn waved his little hand.

"Fine."

Artificial Devil Fruits counted as Devil Fruits too, right?

They would be perfect for completing the mission to "eat two different Devil Fruits."

Since they were being offered right to him, he would be a fool not to take them.

Though Jack was unwilling to let Doflamingo go so easily, Young Master Lynn had spoken. He could only glare fiercely at Doflamingo before sheathing his blade.

"Thank you, Lord Demon Child!"

The Donquixote Family officers were overjoyed and hurriedly sent people to the factories to move out every Artificial Devil Fruit.

Within the ruins,

Doflamingo and the Golden Emperor, Tesoro, slowly regained consciousness.

The moment they opened their eyes and saw that tiny, exquisitely delicate figure floating in midair, both of them jolted and nearly fainted again from fright.

That little figure was more terrifying than an ancient beast in their eyes!

"Young Master! Are you all right?" Trebol scrambled over to Doflamingo's side.

Doflamingo coughed up blood, his voice hoarse. "I won't die..."

He struggled to raise his head and looked at Lynn, his eyes filled with fear and... a trace of humiliation.

At that moment, Trebol quietly explained how they had traded Artificial Devil Fruits for his life.

After hearing it, Doflamingo felt his vision go dark. His heart hurt so badly he could barely breathe.

Those SMILEs had been an important source of funding and bargaining chips for expanding his influence!

And now, not only could he not raise their price, he had to give them all away for free?!

He had suffered a catastrophic loss!

But what could he do?

Did he dare say no?

Not unless he wanted to experience being blown apart by a single punch again.

When you were under someone else's roof, you had no choice but to bow your head!

Lynn ignored Doflamingo's expression as though his father had just died.

His little head turned toward the Golden Emperor, Tesoro.

"Money."

His childish voice left no room for doubt.

Tesoro shuddered all over, forcing out a smile uglier than crying. "N-No problem! If Lord Demon Child asks, no amount of money is a problem!"

Luckily, he had plenty of money.

As long as he could keep his life, spending some money was nothing.

Lynn held up one chubby little finger.

Tesoro's eyelid twitched as he asked tentatively, "O-One hundred million Beli?"

Lynn shook his head.

Tesoro's heart skipped a beat. Could it be... one billion?

That figure made his heart ache a little, but he could still accept it.

"One billion Beli. I'll have someone prepare it immediately!"

Lynn still shook his head. His little mouth pursed slightly as he spoke three words.

"Ten billion."

"Pfft—!"

Tesoro nearly spat out a mouthful of blood!

Ten billion?!

Why not just rob him?!

No, wasn't this robbery already?!

"Hiss—!!!"

Everyone around them sucked in a sharp breath!

Ten billion Beli!

This little demon was trying to squeeze the Golden Emperor dry!

Jack and the Beasts Pirates members behind him nearly had their eyes pop out!

Ten billion!

Young Master Lynn was truly demanding an outrageous sum!

But... well done!

When Doflamingo heard that number, the piercing pain in his heart immediately eased quite a bit. He felt much more balanced.

His Artificial Devil Fruits were worth, at most, only one or two billion.

The Golden Emperor was being hit with ten billion right away.

He was still the one suffering the greater loss.