Arrival at Tinos, sickly loli

"System, draw!"

By the next day, Aeneas specifically tested whether the consciousness of this system was high, but until six o'clock that afternoon, the system did not make a single sound.

Aeneas was truly defeated. If he accidentally forgot the daily draw, the system simply ignored it and he could not make up for it the next day.

Too infuriating!

Aeneas stared closely at his Emerging reputation rank, hoping that today's draw would also hit a silver reward.

"Congratulations to the host for winning a bronze reward, utensil category, a map of Fantom Island."

Aeneas looked at the map in his hand, covered in a bunch of patterns he could not understand, and was completely speechless!

"Where on earth is Fantom, what do I want a map of that lousy place for?" Aeneas rolled his eyes wildly, wanting to tear the map to pieces the moment he saw it, but reason told him that was completely useless.

Fortunately, it was just a map, so Aeneas simply put it away at the bottom of the chest.

"As expected, the ten percent probability of hitting a silver reward is still very small, hoo--" Aeneas patted his chest repeatedly, comforting himself that this was all normal. Once he had more draw attempts, there would definitely still be silver rewards.

According to the standards of the Essence Breathing Technique, a silver reward should be very helpful to Aeneas at his current stage.

Therefore, Aeneas looked forward to hitting a silver reward, but there was nothing he could do if he missed.

Today was still boring cultivation. Aeneas looked at the boundless sea, constantly swinging his sword and shedding sweat!

Obi-Wan would also stand aside to correct Aeneas's wrong movements, and cook big meals when he was hungry—and his cooking skills were quite good, enough to rival the dishes of chefs in high-end restaurants from Aeneas's past life.

Aeneas originally thought that the task of swinging the sword ten thousand times a day shouldn't be too heavy, but in reality Obi-Wan had very high demands on him for every single sword swing, requiring every movement and every bit of momentum to be in place.

Thus, just a single sword swing took three to five seconds. Until now, he had only completed the task a little over six thousand times.

Part of the reason was that Aeneas still maintained a very bad habit, waking up only at nine in the morning and then slowly starting his training. Although he could immediately use the Essence Breathing Technique to recover his physical strength after fatigue, this lazy habit drew constant criticism from Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan had already decided to forcibly make Aeneas wake up at six tomorrow.

"A man on the sea must wake up earlier than the sun on the sea!" Obi-Wan said to Aeneas solemnly. "It's only six o'clock, the sun has long since risen above the sea level, which is already late enough!" Obi-Wan's words made Aeneas's heart turn cold.

"Wuwu~ My sleep-ins!" Although Aeneas thought getting up early was very difficult, the moment he thought that this was the world of One Piece, he also had a surge of drive to grow strong quickly.

Since that was the case, sleeping in was definitely out of the question.

Little did he know that Zoro on the Straw Hat crew was a cultivation maniac with his own dedicated training room, swinging objects weighing several tons.

"So Zoro is the well-deserved first mate, purely in terms of strength!" Aeneas admired Zoro immensely. "Since we are both swordmasters, I must not lose to him."

Aeneas constructed a competitor for himself.

"Zoro right now should still be in Shimotsuki Village in the East Blue with Gu Yuena, right?" Aeneas stood on the deck and looked casually toward the distance in one direction. "He can do it, why can't I?"

Aeneas squeezed in a draw during mealtime and ended up drawing a map to some unknown island.

Boring!

Then Aeneas had to continue training into the night to complete the tasks he hadn't finished during the day.

"Hiss--" Although Aeneas could use the Essence Breathing Technique to recover his physical strength, the soreness in his body was real and had lasted all day. The sword-swinging movements had long since become extremely tedious, but he had to persevere.

"If I can't even finish a day of training, what talk is there of getting stronger? I'd be too embarrassed to say I'm a transmigrator when I go out!" Aeneas hardened his heart and resumed his training.

"I'm adding two thousand more swings tonight to punish myself for my laziness!" Aeneas continued practicing the three most basic movements. Now he could grasp the essentials of the movements and knew what the correct feeling was like, but he still needed more familiarity.

"Keep it up!" Aeneas cheered himself on.

The training lasted past sunset, ending with the lighting of lamps.

"Eleven thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight!"

"Eleven thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine!"

"Twelve thousand!"

The last blade descended, the sword wind rustling.

"Slap!" Aeneas collapsed directly onto the ground and fell asleep.

Obi-Wan watched Aeneas from the side, also seeing that Aeneas had consciously added two thousand extra training repetitions. He didn't stop him; he wanted to witness Aeneas's determination.

Originally, Obi-Wan was prepared to let Aeneas rest a bit longer. Although he had said six o'clock, facing such a young child, he still couldn't bear to be too harsh.

Strange to say, Aeneas actually woke up directly at six o'clock in the morning.

Aeneas actually took the initiative to start morning training?

It turned out that Aeneas had already reached an agreement with the system last night, having the system wake him up when six o'clock arrived.

A dignified lottery system was actually used as an alarm clock by Aeneas?

This could also be considered a rare oddity in the system world!

Possessing the Essence Breathing Technique, Aeneas could quickly sweep away the fatigue in his body, so the second day did not bring severe pain, but rather a bloated, saturated feeling.

Progress was almost changing with each passing day.

Aeneas's momentum on the second day was even more exuberant than the first, and he actually completed the ten thousand sword-swinging training sessions in the afternoon, six hours earlier than the previous day.

However, Aeneas did not continue his extra training today, because not far away on the sea surface, a small island had appeared!

After a three-day journey on the sea, they had finally arrived at Port of Chaos—Tinos!

According to Obi-Wan, they were going to settle down in Tinos for a long time, so Aeneas also had to prepare himself; what he was about to face next was true training life.

Obi-Wan chose not to dock the port—those streets were filled with outlaws, and whenever they encountered a docked ship, they would immediately surround those pitiful wretches.

They detoured to the flanks, passing through a large stretch of relatively steep coastline, and then what came into view was a white sandy beach, behind which was a lush expanse of greenery.

And on that beach, a figure was waving at them, or rather, waving at Obi-Wan at the bow of the ship.

Getting closer, gradually closer, Aeneas saw clearly—it was a girl, a little loli about his own age, but she looked pale and thin, appearing somewhat severely malnourished.

In short, a sickly loli!

"Is this the girl named Rami that Uncle Obi-Wan mentioned?"