I have the Flame-Flame Fruit, I'm invincible!

He attacked first.

Because of long arms.

Hahaha, hahaha, what kind of bullshit genius is he? He's no match for Major General Bushi.

The opponent has the qualities of a great general; rounding up, that means I, the dog, defeated a great general.

I, a mere dog, also possess the qualities of a great general.

"Haha, cough cough cough, give me the money, 5 million Berries, absolutely no less, or I'll kill you." The man with the sideburns coughed, blood continuously flowing from his body.

Dick: ...

As expected of a dog, even at a time like this, he's still thinking about money.

raging.

With the flame of life burning, Dick's injuries healed rapidly, and he soon returned to normal.

Sideburns Dog: (°ー°〃)

"Ability user?"

“Correct answer, but no prize.” Dick punched him.

KO.

Dick pondered the battle that had just taken place.

He has the upper hand in strength, speed, and domineering presence; however, he lacks skill and combat experience.

Considering that the other party was only a major general of the headquarters, his own level of strength became clear.

His weakest skill is physical combat, which is at the level of a major general in headquarters. He has used various methods and is estimated to be able to reach the level of a lieutenant general in headquarters.

Dick became dissatisfied.

The lieutenant general in headquarters may be talking big and arrogantly, but in the new world, what else is it but a unit of measurement?

If you can't take down a lieutenant general from headquarters, you'd be embarrassed to even be in the New World.

The deserter king was able to rise from an ordinary person to the level of a Shichibukai in just over two years.

I rose from an ordinary person to a lieutenant general in about the same amount of time as the deserter king.

Am I a time traveler or is the deserter king a time traveler?

"So burn it, quickly cultivate the Fallen Heart Flame, and improve my cultivation efficiency," Dick thought to himself.

Flame-Flame Fruit: (_)

"Uh, medic, medic," a faint voice said.

The dog was already breathing more out than in.

A flame ignited in Dick's eyes, and a mysterious voice began to enter the dog's mind.

"I am your master, a master to whom I would give my life..."

The dog's eyes were unfocused.

Combined with Zango's hypnosis and the advancement of the Godhood Project, the power of the Soul Fire greatly increased, finally gaining the ability to control people's will and souls.

Of course, there are conditions.

One is that the other party's will is weak, preferably on the verge of collapse.

Secondly, the other party cannot be domineering.

Because domineering aura is the power of will, it is extremely difficult to control.

Perhaps the Soul-Soul Fruit could help, but the Soul Fire wouldn't.

Now, both conditions are fully met.

Hypnotizing the dog is tantamount to Dick indirectly controlling all the naval forces stationed in the East China Sea, provided the dog is not transferred away.

Thank you to the reader "I am very generous with the reward", thank you to the reader "South American Scorpion", 48 once, 42 twice, I am a troublemaker, how much do you need to recharge, and the monthly ticket for "Virus Arrives"? Thank you.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 39 He gave too much

Loguetown, the birthplace and death site of the Pirate King, and the last stop for East Blue pirates entering the Grand Line, is a town teeming with hidden talents and a diverse mix of people.

Pirates, marines, bounty hunters, agents, underworld figures... you name it, they've got it.

Of course, for Dick now, it's just that.

He can sweep the field now.

It's not like the scene of Roger's execution.

The Seven Warlords of the Sea, the Four Emperors, the Marine Admirals, and the Revolutionary Army Leaders all gathered together; almost all the new generation of influential figures were present.

That was the real spectacle.

In Loguetown at present, apart from the hamster, the person Dick values ​​most is Bartolomeo, the future captain of the Straw Hat Grand Fleet's second division.

The user of the Barrier-Barrier Fruit.

Unfortunately, Barto is still a small-time hoodlum, a notorious delinquent in Loguetown, and has not yet eaten the Barrier-Barrier Fruit, so he has not undergone any transformation.

But with the idea of ​​trying anything, even if it's risky, Dick decided to give it a shot.

Bartolomeo is cruel, arrogant, and has a history of firing shots at innocent civilians. He is also a mafia boss.

As the user of the Flame-Flame Fruit and a "hero" revered by outsiders, Dick felt obligated to guide Bartolomeo onto the right path.

At the very least, there should be no shelling of innocent civilians.

What about nobles, pirates, officials, scumbag marines, and gangsters? Wouldn't it be better to bombard and abuse them?

Oh my, Dick is almost moved to tears.

He almost felt like he was a beacon of justice.

A delinquent youth, highly competitive, enjoys challenging authority; stubborn and obstinate, with intense emotional reactions; shrewd, and likes to be unconventional.

Another characteristic is that they value loyalty.

Dick casually made contact with Bartolomeo, showing him some strength and his imposing appearance, and the 12-year-old Bartolomeo became his little fanboy.

It was so easy.

"As a leader, what kind of skill is it to make others afraid? As long as you are strong, that's enough. At this point, are others afraid of you?"

"No, they're afraid of your strength," Dick praised, guiding Bartolomeo.

"The weak only abuse the weak, while the strong always raise their swords against the stronger."

What's wrong with bullying ordinary people?

Abusing pirates, nobles, officials, and scoundrels in the navy... that's truly awesome.

"A true leader earns the genuine respect, admiration, and envy of others. In this way, they submit to you as a person, not just your strength."

"Oh, oh," Bartolomeo nodded repeatedly, holding a small notebook in his hand, his fingertips constantly making notes.

"Of course, there are always some people in the world who are unrepentant and are enemies. You need to strike hard and teach them a lesson."

"Having great strength is the foundation of becoming a leader, and it is also the most important point."

Bartolomeo is confused.

Didn't you say you wanted others to respect you from the bottom of their hearts? Why are you saying that ability is the most important thing now?

Never mind, what Senior Dick said is the truth. If I don't understand, it means my understanding is inadequate.

Keep taking notes, keep taking notes, don't miss a single word.

Go back and ponder it carefully.

“I remember there are three generations of Onikiri here, right?” Dick stroked his chin as he entered the store.

Soon, they saw the weapons shop owner, who had become much younger.

The weapon shop at this time was not like it was in Smoker's time; it was doing extremely well.

The constant flow of pirates, assassins, and bounty hunters made the weapon shop's business boom.

The weapons shop owner was all smiles, so busy he was constantly on the go.

"Boss, bring out all your best knives. I need 200 knives."

200?

The boss was overjoyed.

This is a big client.

Must be taken.

One-piece pine was busy running around and quickly produced 200 knives.

"No bragging, my knives are the best in Loguetown. You're buying good knives, averaging 20 Berries," the shopkeeper rubbed his hands together. "You're a big customer, so I'll definitely give you the best price. I'm having a clearance sale."