Because he could grind experience and skill proficiency!!
"Another extremely lethal one. I wonder how this lethal guy stacks up against 'Big Lethal'... Pfft, how could a slick-haired pretty boy who's all show and no substance compare to Big Lethal!"
Though he inwardly scorned (envied) the strength of the wealthy hunk before him, Nan Riri still approached with boundless enthusiasm.
"Sir, would you like to buy some toilet paper?
"Our toilet paper is entirely handmade. It's guaranteed to be the cleanest, softest, most comfortable variety on Oatfee Island, giving you an extraordinary bathroom experience!"
Hearing this thoroughly practiced sales pitch, Adrian's mouth twitched.
He took a close look at this ridiculous toilet-paper player, then suddenly asked, "Are you a member of the Razor Gang?"
"Yes!" Nan Riri nodded at first, then said with dawning realization, "Oh, so you're looking to join our Razor Gang, sir?"
Without waiting for Adrian to answer, he continued his pitch. "In that case, sir, you simply cannot do without this soft, comfortable toilet paper. It's the finest gift on the island to bring when paying someone a visit!"
With that, Nan Riri suddenly drew a sharp dagger from his waist and stabbed it into his abdomen.
Bizarrely, although the blade had pierced straight through his abdomen, not a drop of blood flowed from the wound.
Like a paper cutter, the dagger sliced Nan Riri's abdomen open.
Rustle, rustle—
Nan Riri then pulled pile after pile of snow-white toilet paper rolls from his abdomen, stacking them in front of himself.
At the same time, his expression abruptly changed. His warm, enthusiastic smile became a stiff, twisted mask of madness.
"That feels so good. I finally got all that stuff out of my belly—"
"I see. One of those rare devil fruit users?"
Adrian raised an eyebrow,