Central Circle Street Wanted Poster

Aeneas gave Ma Liang's Magic Brush directly to Marianne without any regret, because he truly had no use for it himself.

"With her ability to influence people through suggestion, colors can affect emotions. With Ma Liang's Magic Brush, she can freely combine colors and lines into all kinds of forms. Perhaps this could create an even more powerful 'Miss Goldenweek' in the future!"

Aeneas smiled faintly.

"It's just that this girl's emotions are terrifying." Aeneas was somewhat worried. Marianne had actually spoken about her parents' deaths without changing expression at the age of five or six. Just thinking about it was frightening.

"What exactly is psychological suggestion?" Aeneas felt that Marianne's indifference toward everything definitely had something to do with her ability to use psychological suggestion.

"Forget it. I can't figure it out!" Aeneas couldn't understand it either. Remembering that he had fallen victim to it earlier, he couldn't help blushing. "But this ability really can't be underestimated. I was completely immersed in it without realizing anything."

"Is this the power that comes from within?" If Aeneas had to rate the ability of psychological suggestion, it would at least be on the same level as Roger's Voice of All Things.

"But Marianne can only use psychological suggestion through colors, so its limitations are fairly significant. That's where it falls short. If she encountered someone with a strong will or powerful Haki, the psychological suggestion wouldn't work."

Although Aeneas had fallen victim to it, he still knew how to break it.

"Come to think of it, the ability to hear the Voice of All Things should have been given to me as part of the Miracle Grade 'Roger's Conqueror's Destiny' that I drew in my first single draw. So why don't I feel anything at all?"

Aeneas wasn't about to suspect that the system was a rip-off. He could only blame himself for not being strong enough.

"Forget it, forget it. I need to be careful and leave this place quickly." Aeneas had only just entered the core area, yet he had already encountered one setback after another.

"I'm currently in District One, which is that big guy Orton's territory. I still need to continue north. The Central Circle Street there is public territory!" Aeneas leaped onto a rooftop and spotted Orton's group in the distance. Then he picked out a road sign and continued forward.

"With Central Circle Street at the center, the core area is divided into three districts, each occupied by one of the three Underground Syndicates." Aeneas recalled the important information, afraid he might miss something crucial. "Which district is Bellamy in?"

Based on Orton's words, it could be inferred that Bellamy had led a group of people who caused quite a bit of trouble.

Aeneas didn't find that difficult to believe.

"Little did they know that the three little ones had probably already turned the Goa Kingdom where they lived upside down." Aeneas found the thought amusing. "I'm looking forward to meeting them more and more!"

Aeneas carried a massive Iron Sword on his back, so it was impossible for him to avoid drawing attention. He still used his cloak to cover his back and sneaked along for quite a while before finally reaching the bustling Central Circle Street district.

"Phew—"

Aeneas breathed a sigh of relief.

"Now that I'm here, no one should come looking for trouble with me anymore, right?"

Looking at the scene before him, Aeneas felt a peculiar emotion rising from deep within him, as though he had finally returned to civilized society after a long absence. His lips puckered, and he nearly burst into tears.

"Waaah—I finally made it to Tinos!"

If there hadn't been so many people around, Aeneas really wanted to laugh at the top of his lungs.

Every day this past year, he had been immersed in inhuman training. Whether it was physical exercise or studying, everything had tormented him.

If he could, why wouldn't Aeneas want to enjoy himself?

Why had he worked so desperately?

Wasn't it because this was a pirate world?

The island he was on was also a chaotic, lawless land!

And Aeneas's own origins meant that he was destined to be unable to eke out a miserable existence.

Even Little Rami, who didn't even know how much longer she had to live, still looked forward to seeing the sun tomorrow. Aeneas had even less reason to sink into despair.

"Although this is only an inconspicuous little place, and I haven't even gone to sea yet or personally witnessed the powerful characters and magnificent sights from the original story, I feel that everything I've experienced here is incredibly precious!"

Aeneas pressed his lips together and clenched his fists.

"Because this is my first year after coming to this world. I've left the information age behind and returned to the most primitive state of natural living." Aeneas had already accomplished his first goal, but he had not lost his ambition because of it.

"This is only the beginning. I'll definitely make the name 'Aeneas' resound across this sea!" Aeneas looked toward the distant harbor, where a large number of ships were moored.

The pirate world was not lacking in people who yearned for freedom, but the road to freedom was covered in thorns.

Aeneas still wanted to see the scenery from a higher place.

"Definitely!"

Aeneas watched the radiance of the rising sun and the vast sea of clouds, silently swearing an oath to himself.

Aeneas removed his hood and walked openly down the street. Shouts and vendors' cries filled the surroundings, and every few steps he passed another luxurious storefront. Anyone could tell, even without thinking, that they were meant specifically for wealthy people.

Aeneas kept his distance from them and followed the bustling crowd around Round Street.

Central Circle Street was a spacious ring-shaped road. Various commercial and entertainment buildings stood on both sides, while all kinds of vendors filled the broad street, selling every imaginable thing.

"The blind treasure-box opening event is starting! There are ten boxes here, and one of them contains a Devil Fruit worth one hundred million Beli!"

A loud shout drew Aeneas's attention.

"A Devil Fruit?" Aeneas was very interested. He craned his neck to take a look. "A treasure-box opening event?"

Aeneas suddenly thought of his Daily Lottery System for some reason.

"How much is one box?" someone asked.

"One box is only ten million Beli! With ten million Beli, you might be able to open a Devil Fruit directly! What are you waiting for? Come and open a box!" The man shouting wore a headscarf. He was a fat, scruffy-bearded man whose eyes were squeezed nearly shut, but his voice was exceptionally penetrating. Aeneas had heard him shouting from far away.

"Ten million Beli? Why don't you just rob people!" That person nearly choked. "At that price, opening ten boxes would be worse than buying a Devil Fruit directly. And if you have a Devil Fruit, why not put it up for auction?"

"I think it's fake!"

Someone else said that, and the others followed suit. They didn't believe there was really a Devil Fruit inside.

"It's real! They're all real!" The fat man grew anxious at once. "Why don't you believe me? I definitely wouldn't deceive you."

Things like this were happening throughout Central Circle Street, but Aeneas's attention had already been drawn elsewhere.

Aeneas stood before a wall, his eyes filled with astonishment and his body trembling. A fierce, icy aura made the people around him shiver involuntarily.

Wanted posters were plastered all over the wall. One of them read:

"Marine 5th Branch Bounty!"

"Traitorous pirate hunter, 'Swordmaster' Obi-Wan. High threat level. Bounty: 35 million Beli!"