Pirates: Invincible from the Start

In the vast golden desert, a line of camels made its way toward the Unknown Land, unhurried despite the windblown sand and blazing sun.

Jingle, jingle!!

Jingle, jingle!!

As they traveled, the bells around the camels' necks rang without pause, sounding almost like wind chimes.

Across the boundless desert, their clear, pleasant notes rose like a grand performance from an epic.

Boom!

Far ahead and to the left of the caravan, a bullet suddenly blasted a small sand dune flat.

Yes, a single bullet. But this one was unusual: instead of dark, gleaming metal, it was translucent and silver, hovering somewhere between solid and insubstantial.

At the back of the caravan, A-Luo stared wide-eyed as the red glow in his eyes gradually faded. His face was flushed, and excitement coursed through him.

He lowered his hand and looked down at the gun before him, his delight plain to see.

Kuta had guessed right. The gun in A-Luo's hands was the one he had picked up the night before.

After a night of coaxing, the gun that had eaten the Dog-Dog Fruit, Dachshund Form, looked completely different in A-Luo's hands.

It no longer resembled that vacant-looking dog with a runny nose.

Now it was a slender gun no bigger than a long rifle, its barrel ending in the head of a vicious dog.

Though the gun had grown smaller in A-Luo's hands, its bullets had lost none of their power. On the contrary, its transformation had changed their size and color. Those translucent bullets, poised between solid and insubstantial, were now more than a notch deadlier.

"Show-off."

Ahua lowered his canteen, turned toward A-Luo, and pushed up his glasses. "You've been playing with that thing for half the day. Aren't you done yet?"

As he spoke, his gaze dropped to the