Central Circle Street Wanted Notice

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

"With her ability to plant psychological suggestions, colors can influence emotions. With Ma Liang's Magic Brush, she can freely combine colors and lines into all kinds of forms. If things go well, she might be able to create an even more powerful 'Miss Goldenweek' in the future!"

Aeneas smiled faintly.

"But that girl's emotions are terrifying." Aeneas was slightly worried. Marianne had actually spoken of her parents' deaths without changing expression, despite being only five or six years old. 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 plant psychological suggestions.

"Forget it. I can't figure it out!" Aeneas couldn't understand what was going on either. Remembering that he had fallen victim to it himself, he couldn't help blushing. "Still, this ability really can't be underestimated. I was completely trapped in it without even realizing."

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

"But Marianne can only use colors to plant psychological suggestions, so its limitations are rather severe. That's where it falls short. If she encounters someone with a strong will or powerful Haki, the psychological suggestions won't work."

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

"Speaking of which, the Voice of All Things should have been bundled and given to me through the miracle-grade 'Pirate King Roger's Conqueror's Destiny' that I drew with my first single draw. So why don't I feel anything at all?"

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

"Forget it, forget it. I need to be careful and get out of here quickly." Aeneas had only just entered the core area, yet things had already taken several unexpected turns.

"My current location is District One, which is that big guy Orton's territory. I still need to continue north. The Central Circle Street over there is public territory!" Aeneas jumped onto a rooftop and spotted Orton's group in the distance. Then, after identifying a signpost, he continued forward.

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

Judging from Orton's words, Bellamy had led a group of people who had caused quite a bit of trouble.

Aeneas felt there was nothing suspicious about that.

"Little did he know that the three brats had probably already turned the Goa Kingdom where they lived into a complete mess." Aeneas found the thought amusing. "I'm looking forward to meeting them more and more!"

Aeneas carried a huge iron sword on his back, making it impossible for him to remain inconspicuous. He still used his cloak to cover his back and snuck along for quite a while before finally reaching the bustling Central Circle Street district.

"Phew—"

Aeneas let out a sigh of relief.

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

Looking at the scene before him, Aeneas felt a strange emotion well up inside him, like someone who had been away from civilization for a long time. His lips puckered, and he nearly burst into tears.

"Boo-hoo—I finally made it to Tinos!"

If there hadn't been so many people around, Aeneas really would have laughed at the top of his lungs.

For the entire past year, he had immersed himself in inhuman training every day. Whether it was physical exercise or studying to strengthen his mind, everything had been a form of torment for Aeneas.

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

Why did he have to work so desperately hard?

Wasn't it because this was a pirate world?

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

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

Even little Rami, who didn't know how much longer she had to live, was still looking forward to seeing tomorrow's sun. Aeneas had even less reason to waste away.

"Although this is only an inconspicuous little place, and I haven't even gone out to sea yet or personally witnessed the powerful characters and magnificent scenery 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 in this world. I've left the information age behind and returned to the most primitive state of natural life." Aeneas had already achieved his first goal, but that had not caused him to lose his ambition.

"This is only the beginning. I will definitely make the name 'Aeneas' resound across this sea!" Aeneas looked toward the distant harbor, where countless 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 looked at the radiance of the rising sun and the vast sea of clouds, silently swearing an oath to himself!

Aeneas took off his hood and walked openly down the street. Cries and hawking filled the surroundings, and every few steps, another luxurious storefront appeared—anyone could tell that those places were specifically prepared for wealthy patrons.

Aeneas kept his distance and followed the bustling crowd around the circular street.

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

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

A loud cry caught Aeneas's attention.

"A Devil Fruit?" Aeneas was extremely interested. He turned his head as he walked over to take a look. "A blind-box 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 berries! With ten million berries, you might open a Devil Fruit directly! What are you waiting for? Come and open a box!" The hawker was a fat man with a headscarf and a scraggly beard. His eyes were squeezed nearly shut, but his voice was exceptionally penetrating—Aeneas had heard him shouting from far away.

"Ten million berries? Why don't you just rob people!" The man nearly choked. "At that price, opening ten boxes would cost more than directly buying a Devil Fruit. And if you have a Devil Fruit, why not auction it off?"

"I bet it's fake!"

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

"It really is genuine! They're all genuine!" The fat man immediately grew anxious. "Why don't you believe me? I definitely wouldn't deceive you."

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

Aeneas stood before a wall, his eyes wide with shock 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 notice!"

"Traitorous bounty hunter, 'Sword Master' Obi-Wan. High threat level. Bounty: 35 million berries!"