You Don't Want Something to Happen to Your Son Either!

"Who am I?"

"Where am I?"

"What am I supposed to be doing?"

A young man standing a full three meters tall sat in the main seat, his expression utterly bewildered. Wasn't he having a great time with young ladies in a haunted house?

How had things changed in the blink of an eye?

He looked around left and right; the place he was currently in was definitely not styled like a haunted house!

Finally, his gaze landed on a woman standing not far away.

His eyes involuntarily lit up. While this woman could not be called an absolute beauty, she still scored above eighty-five, and she possessed the unique charm of a mature woman.

Moreover, her body was like a fully ripened peach, her curves exquisite and full. She was extremely sexy, yet completely devoid of any flirtatiousness; instead, she was exceptionally dignified, and within that dignity lay a fatal temptation.

This was the allure of a mature married woman.

"Hiss..."

As if stimulated by this woman, he felt a needle-like, stabbing pain in his head. Immediately afterward, a flood of memories surged up...

"What the fuck..."

He had time-traveled, and the original owner was named Ener.

He was a second-generation navy official; his old man was a vice admiral, and a vice admiral permanently stationed at the Holy Land at that.

Although this cheap old man's strength wasn't much to speak of, it was at best at the headquarters captain level.

But he was a total bootlicker!

Once he pleased the Celestial Dragons, wouldn't his military rank shoot right up?

And as a military second-generation, he had been directly dispatched to the East Blue to pad his resume. There was no help for it; his cheap old man had wanted to send him somewhere else, too. But other places were too dangerous, and with a pathetic Tao Li of only 55, he was barely stronger than an average person.

In other places, he would be cannon fodder among cannon fodder, whereas coming to the East Blue was relatively much safer. You could count the number of famous pirates here on one hand.

As long as he didn't crash into trouble, after a couple of years, once he had the seniority, he could get promoted.

Naturally, as a second-generation, he also had privileges, starting right off the bat as a second lieutenant. After all, his cheap old man hadn't given away favors for nothing.

It essentially allowed him to skip the petty officer ranks entirely and become a lowest-tier commissioned officer.

This background wasn't bad, but this fellow's talent was simply indescribable. His cheap old man at least possessed headquarters captain-level strength.

Yet who would have thought that the fellow hadn't inherited a single shred of his old man's "talent," instead learning all of his old man's "wickedness" to the core?

Case in point, he had only just arrived in Loguetown.

And he had already set his sights on someone else's wife.

When Ener recovered his wits, he felt as if his head were twice its normal size.

As it turned out, the mature married woman before him had been snatched away by him—no, or rather, coerced into coming here. And that was because her son had been captured.

Good grief.

He could only call it good grief.

No wonder the woman before him was glaring at him with eyes full of rage; it was all because of this.

Still, one had to admit, the original owner's taste was viciously sharp!

Even to him, this mature married woman was hot enough to make his heart race. His "little brother" down below was even showing tendencies of paying his respects.

Should he just go with the flow?

And fulfill "him"?

Since he had occupied the body anyway, he somehow had to fulfill the guy's final dying wish. Wasn't that the logic of it?

He couldn't just take a person's body for nothing!

"Ahem..."

And so, following the original owner's playbook, Ener said, "Madam, you wouldn't want something to happen to your son, would you?"

As he spoke, his gaze swept up and down over Lice's body with unbridled intensity.

"You..."

The mature married woman was named Lice, and at that moment, she was so angered by Ener's shamelessness that she couldn't speak. How could a mature woman like Lice fail to understand what such a look represented?

Yet she also understood that the person before her was a naval second lieutenant, and she was merely a commoner with zero possibility of resisting.

However, the indignation in her heart compelled her to demand: "How can you act like this? I have already brought you the sword you wanted."

"Sword? What sword?"

Hearing this, Ener wore a look of bewilderment. Then a shred of the original owner's memory surfaced.

Oh!

It turned out to have been nothing more than an excuse to lure this woman in; he hadn't expected her to actually fall for it.

Was the original owner asking for a sword?

He had been asking for your body!

Stupid woman!

Tsk tsk!

Still, Ener's attention was successfully diverted as his gaze fell upon the long box at Lice's side.

You had to hand it to her, this woman's grandfather could also be considered a famous figure in the East Blue. He was a representative of dual-blade style, and precisely because of that, the twin swords he used possessed a certain reputation in the East Blue.

Flame Dragon, Ice Demon.

These two swords had been passed down to his two daughters respectively. The one before him had inherited the Ice Demon.

As a man.

There were certain things one was naturally drawn to.

For instance: horses, guns, swords, women, and... blades!

What's more, these blades had been left behind by a former powerhouse of the East Blue, so they surely wouldn't be poor quality.

Consequently, Ener couldn't help but grow interested. "Let me see it."

Lice glanced at Ener defensively, hesitated for a moment, and then handed the long box over with both hands, presenting it before Ener.

Ener opened the long box, and a standard samurai sword appeared before his eyes.

"What are you doing, Ener?"

Right at that moment, Smoker barged in, bringing Tashigi with him, and glared at Ener with a wrathful expression.

Clearly, they had received some intelligence; otherwise, there was no way they could have arrived with such "perfect timing."

Smoker was his direct superior, and the crucial point was that his strength completely crushed Ener's.

Therefore, Ener couldn't help but frown.

"So it's Colonel Smoker. I wonder what you mean by this?"

"What do I mean?"

"Hmph... Someone reported you for abducting a civilian woman." Smoker let out a cold snort.

As he spoke, his gaze fell upon Lice. The corners of his mouth hooked upward slightly, as if he had caught them red-handed right then and there.

How had Ener gotten here, and what had he come for? Could Smoker possibly not know?

He loathed those who climbed through the backdoor and lacked all bottom lines the most. Just right—he could take this opportunity to kick the guy out, saving him even the trouble of thinking up an excuse.

Hearing this, Ener straightened his face, pointed at the box in Lice's hands, and said with an air of extreme grievance, "It's this madam here. She admired my heroic demeanor when slaying pirates and wanted to present her family's heirloom treasured blade to me, so that I could slay pirates even more heroically. How on earth did that become abducting a civilian woman? Colonel Smoker, this is slander... You're slandering me!"

"Admired your heroic demeanor when slaying pirates?"

Smoker and Tashigi's facial muscles twitched in unison.

If they remembered correctly, the last time they went to pursue a pirate crew and both sides opened fire, this fellow had almost pissed his pants in fright, hadn't he?

Where did he get the gall to claim someone admired his heroic demeanor when slaying pirates?

They had seen shameless people, but never anyone quite this shameless. At the thought of this fellow's old man, the two of them silently thought to themselves: It seems in this regard, he really does come from a long family tradition!

Too lazy to bother with him, Smoker turned his gaze toward Lice and, seeing a samurai sword resting inside the long box in her hands, couldn't help but pause in slight surprise.

He thought to himself: Could she really have come to present a sword after all?

Tashigi, however, stepped forward a few paces and said with an earnest expression, "Madam, whatever is the matter, please feel free to speak your mind boldly. We have Colonel Smoker right here!"