One Piece: Who still has dreams?

The scenery around Redio changed instantly. One second he was on the lawn in Koya's yard, and the next he was in a spacious and cool room, just like the office of some big boss.

Ok?

The big boss?

The floor-to-ceiling windows in front were filled with water, and huge crocodiles, some ten or twenty meters long, were swimming inside. In front of this glass curtain wall stood a burly man with a slicked-back hairstyle, wearing an overcoat.

He immediately noticed the stranger who had suddenly appeared in his office. He turned around with a grim expression, revealing a stitched scar across his nose. A cigar dangling from his mouth, he said coldly, "Kid, how did you get in here?"

Redio raised his hand: "Don't rush."

Chapter 23 God of Hades

Redio knew that there would be a certain range of error in long-distance transmission.

But this time, the error had landed him directly in Crocodile's office, something he hadn't anticipated. In other words, Robin should currently be in the super casino where Crocodile's office is located, right?

"..."

Crocodile, cigar in mouth, saw this uninvited guest daring to look around and said impatiently, "Explain who you are and how you got into my room, and I'll give you a quick death."

Redio laughed, "Leave quickly?"

Crocodile coldly said, "Die quickly." He revealed the golden hook on his left wrist under his cloak, exuding a fierce pirate style.

Redio said, "I think dying of old age is the most enjoyable."

Facing a Shichibukai whose current combat power far surpasses his own, a veteran Logia-type Devil Fruit user, he actually relaxed, leisurely pacing around the spacious office while glancing at the missions in the system list.

"Crocodile, how about we make a deal?"

"Who do you think you are, to have the right to negotiate with me?" Crocodile flung his hand, his entire right arm turning into a cloud of sand that hurtled towards Redio, who seemed oblivious to everyone around him.

Redio used the Silent Step technique he learned from Kro to silently slip to the other side, and the quicksand crashed into the wall with a "boom," creating cracks.

In that split second, facing Crocodile's attack, Reddio didn't think twice and instinctively used the technique, and it actually succeeded. He himself was somewhat surprised.

The Six Styles of Shaving?

Crocodile's eyes narrowed. Something was wrong. The shaving wasn't as clean as expected, and the speed wasn't fast enough.

Redio said nonchalantly, "If you stop causing drought in this country, I'll grant your wish and tell you where your most desired thing is. How about it?"

"Boy..."

Crocodile's eyes were bloodshot as he said coldly, "Who told you that this country's drought is related to me?"

"Then don't worry about it. With so many subordinates, do you really think you can know who was seen carrying dance fans? Do you even know everyone under you? How can you expect to keep such a large-scale, long-lasting project with so many participants completely secret?"

Redio scoffed and looked at him. "Just tell me if you agree or not. If you agree, I'll tell you the location of Hades."

"Humph!"

Crocodile scoffed, "Why should I care where that old codger Rayleigh is? I think you're out of your mind, just looking for a death sentence, aren't you?"

It's a translation issue, are you nitpicking?

Redio said unhappily, "Pluto, Pluto, whatever you want to call it, it's that ancient weapon you've been dreaming of finding."

Crocodile, cigar in mouth, casually sat down at the desk, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said indifferently, "The legendary ancient weapons are all named after gods in mythology... 'Sky God' Uranus, 'Sea God' Poseidon, 'Underworld God' Pluto!"

"You don't even understand the origin of the name, yet you dare to speak so arrogantly here. Do you think I would believe the so-called information you provide?"

Oh, I almost forgot, this is the Ancient Gods Brawl version.

Redio said, "Anyway, think it over, and I'll come back to you in 10 minutes."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the gate.

"Walk?"

Crocodile transformed into yellow sand, which swept over him in an instant and caught up with him.

"Who gave you the illusion that you could leave this room alive?"

The yellow sand condensed into a sharp blade, swiftly slashing horizontally towards Redio's neck.

call!

The desert sword swept diagonally through the gate and the walls on both sides in an instant.

The lower half of the heavy metal door quickly and slowly tilted forward with a "boom," leaving a slanted, straight, and smooth cut above the gap.

Redio vanished into thin air right in front of the sand crocodile, at the last moment before being attacked.

"..."

The yellow sand reformed into Crocodile's form, his face expressionless. He looked up at the corridor outside, but there was no trace of the boy from before.

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Redio returned to the teleportation point in the courtyard of Kaya's mansion in Xiluobu Village, East Sea. He wandered around and found a sketchbook, where he wrote, drew, and scribbled under Kaya's curious gaze.

"Is this a topographical map?" Kaya asked. "What a strange place."

Redio said, "The place is strange, but the people are even stranger."

Tear!

He tore off the drawing paper and strode away, saying, "I'm going out for a bit."

"You're still injured, you shouldn't..."

Kaya chased after him, lifting her skirt, but as soon as she turned the corner, Redio disappeared from sight; only the curtains swayed gently in the corridor.

……

Redio's vision shifted once again; he had been transported from a remote village in the East China Sea to a desert kingdom on the Grand Line.

Fortunately, the casino "Rain Banquet" where the Sand Crocodile is located is in "Rainland," a large oasis city in the desert, where the climate is not so different from that of the East China Sea.

This time, however, Redio did not appear in Crocodile's mysterious office, but instead found himself in the bustling casino lobby.

All around me was a cacophony of sounds: excited shouts, ecstatic laughter, angry roars, the electronic hum of slot machines, the clatter of dice…

Redio appeared out of nowhere, startling a gambler who happened to be passing by.

But these were just ordinary people with little experience. There were so many skilled people in the world; these people would only think they were seeing things and hadn't seen how the expert moved in front of them, nothing more. They would shrink back and step aside.

Reddio didn't take it seriously. He looked around and found a two-meter-tall, burly man in a suit who looked like a bodyguard at a gambling table. He beckoned to him and said, "Call your boss over."

This casino is so big, how could he possibly remember where the crocodile was hiding and working?

The burly bodyguard glanced at him and whispered something to his partner. The partner left briefly, and soon a casino manager with a beaming smile approached: "May I ask who you are, sir...?"

The burly bodyguard suddenly lifted off the ground and flew up in terror.

Redio swung the thing with one hand, sweeping away a large group of smiling managers, gamblers, and bodyguards like garbage, with a series of "bangs, bangs, bangs."

"Are you deaf?" He kicked a huge slot machine away. "I'm looking for your boss, Crocodile, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea."

The slot machine was kicked so hard that it embedded itself deeply into the stone pillar of the lobby, spraying out tokens with a loud clatter, but none of the large group of people who had been swept away dared to go forward to pick them up.

Can someone who dares to challenge the Seven Warlords of the Sea be an ordinary person?

Everyone present remained silent, observing.

Behind Redio, on another gilded and silver-adorned stone pillar, a beautiful eye with a pale purple iris gazed at him from afar. Soon, this beautiful eye quietly disintegrated into countless pink blossoms, which gently drifted away.

Before long, another team of professionally dressed men in black suits pushed through the growing crowd of onlookers in the casino and politely escorted Redio away.

"Please, this is the way to the boss's office." People politely pointed out directions along the way.

Redio strode in, pushing open the gaudy, newly-renovated door at the end of the corridor. The moment the door opened, an endless blast of sand rushed towards him.

Sneak attack!

Crocodile is very much like a pirate. Once he decides to deal with a target, he doesn't care whether the means are honorable or despicable. He ambushes behind the door and immediately uses his Logia-type Sand-Sand Fruit to kill the idiot. He wants to wrap this ungrateful brat in a ball of sand and crush him into a lump of minced meat!

But his response was a stick swinging towards him.

boom! !

The staff flew out and slammed heavily onto Crocodile, whose body had turned into a thick layer of yellow sand. It actually hit his physical body solidly. Caught off guard, Crocodile was spurted blood and sent flying backward, crashing into his luxurious solid wood desk inlaid with gold and silver.

"Hai Lou Shi?!"

Crocodile lay somewhat disheveled on the shattered desk, glaring at the three-section staff Reddio was holding by the door, and said coldly, "You're not a Devil Fruit user?"

Redio said, "Let's make peace, okay? Crocodile, I really came here to negotiate."

Chapter 24 Unexpectedly, there was another trick up his sleeve: the loudspeaker.

“You’re not honest, so…”

The two men sat facing each other in chairs. Redio held one end of his sea stone nunchaku and tossed the other end to the crocodile opposite him, whose expression was not pleasant and whose eyes were twitching slightly.

Crocodile's only remaining healthy right hand grips this section of the nunchaku.

Seastone contains the energy of the ocean, and as a Devil Fruit user, he immediately felt weak all over.

However, he was not about to show weakness in front of this brat. Maintaining his imposing demeanor, he impatiently said while chewing on his cigar, "You'd better not try to stop the drought in this whole country. That's impossible."

Redio smiled slightly: "What if we just stop the drought in one small town?"