My clone invades all realms

"Nobody buys it at all, right?" Roya sat at the bar, his words puncturing the old bartender's boast.

Even in the Sabaody Archipelago, not just any junk can be sold.

Either they're asking for an exorbitant price, or the product itself has a fatal flaw.

But right now, Roya had no choice; he had no way back and could only eat what the old bartender was holding.

However, the price can be negotiated down.

"Of course not!" the old bartender stubbornly insisted. "I'm a man of my word. If I promise to keep it for you, I will!"

"Items, price." Roya tapped the bar twice with his fingertips, too lazy to waste words.

The old bartender's smile instantly brightened: "The guns and cannons on the ship are enough to arm a fleet of a hundred people. The ship is a bit small, but it has everything you need and can easily accommodate dozens of people."

"Plus a few treasure maps, a route map of the Grand Line, and a Log Pose."

He paused deliberately and lowered his voice.

"The most crucial thing is a Devil Fruit."

"How much?" Roya asked without changing his expression.

"One price, one billion Berries!" The old bartender grinned from ear to ear.

Roya's finger stopped, and he looked up at the other person: "A ship that can't even be sold in the Sabaody Archipelago, the only explanation is that it simply can't withstand the water pressure when it enters Fishman Island after being coated, right?"

The old bartender's smile froze, and he leaned back, his expression as if he'd seen a ghost: "You...how did you know?!"

Luo Ya was too lazy to even complain.

These pirates are all a bit lacking in common sense; they've exposed everything that could have been negotiated.

He was starting to not want it anymore.

"Guns and cannons are the easiest to get and are worthless. Treasure maps are hard to distinguish from fakes. Route maps and log pointers are somewhat useful."

"Besides," Roya tugged at his clothes, "do you think a Devil Fruit user would need a second one?"

Cold sweat dripped down the old bartender's forehead. He swallowed hard, his arrogance completely gone: "...Say it, how much are you paying?"

Roya held up one finger.

"One hundred million peggs."

"Even a single Devil Fruit costs more than this!" The old bartender still tried to bargain.

"Then why don't you auction it off?" Roya retorted. "The fact that it's been sitting in your hands for so long can only mean there's something wrong with the fruit."

The old bartender completely wilted, his old face scrunched up like a bitter gourd: "Fine, one hundred million it is."

Luo Ya fell silent.

He always felt that he had been tricked.

"When are you going to pay?" the old bartender asked, extending his hand.

"Where is it?"

The old bartender stomped on the wooden plank under his feet: "There's an underground river connected to this tavern, and everything is on the boat."

"So," he stared intently at Roya, "where's the money?"

"Don't rush." ​​A smile played on Roya's lips. "My men are already 'taking' it."

……

Meanwhile, in the Holy Land of Mary Geoise.

The towering flames tore through the eternal daylight.

"Over there! Go liberate the other slaves!"

"The others set it on fire! Run!!"

Roya's roars echoed through the chaos; he was like a mad conductor, directing this symphony of rebellion played by slaves.

Flames engulfed the magnificent building, and thick smoke billowed into the sky.

Mary Geoise has been breached by slaves for the second time!

"Damn it! You lowly trash!!" The World Government agents roared in impotent rage, unable to believe that this shameful history would repeat itself.

The firelight illuminated Roya's back as he coldly watched the agents in black suits harvest the slaves who had just gained a brief moment of freedom, like mowing grass.

"We are born free!!" a tall merman slave roared, and the next second, his head was cleanly and decisively severed by a CP agent.

His head rolled to the ground, but his eyes, wide open until death, ignited the fighting spirit of all the slaves like a spark!

dead!

I would rather die a glorious death in battle than turn back and become a beast at the mercy of others!

The entire Mary Geoise instantly transformed into a bloody and carnage-filled battlefield.

Meanwhile, Roya silently and slowly retreated into the shadows.

"Hello!"

In the chaos, a cold voice called out to him.

A shark-man blocked his path, his remaining sanity revealing the truth: "You're using us, aren't you?"

Luo Ya stopped and turned around, making no attempt to hide anything.

"That's right."

"I give you the weapons to resist and the right to freedom. In exchange, you pave a path for my escape with chaos and bloodshed."

He spread his hands.

"This is the fairest deal."

The shark-fish man let out a cold snort and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva: "A guy like you isn't even worthy of carrying Brother Tiger's shoes!"

Those are the true heroes who liberated slaves!

This is absolutely not comparable to that despicable human.

"I never wanted to be anyone else," Roya shook his head and said calmly, "We're just getting what we need."

What he needs is this chaos that will grab everyone's attention.

What these slaves needed was a chance to break free of their shackles.

He was merely the one who lit the fuse, nothing more.

Before he could finish speaking, Roya's figure completely disappeared into the darkness.

The shark-fish man glanced at the battlefield where blood and fire intertwined, where his former comrades were roaring with their lives and despair.

He grinned, revealing his fangs.

"Humans are so filthy."

The next moment, he roared and turned to charge towards the most intense part of the battle.

Even if you can't escape, you should drag a few more bastards down to hell before you die!

……

Roya moved through the shadows, oblivious to the brutal fighting behind him.

Now, everyone's attention is drawn to that grand "war for freedom".

The Celestial Dragons' magnificent palace was now their weakest point of defense.

As for how many people will actually escape and gain freedom?

He didn't care at all.

Soon, he arrived at the palace of Ronnosya with practiced ease.

After all, in that woman's eyes, he was nothing more than a somewhat useful slave, and she never had any real wariness towards him.

"laugh."

Roya chuckled softly and looked at the man guarding the palace gate.

He was dressed in a sharp suit and wore his signature sunglasses. He was frowning as he sized him up.

"Didn't you go to the Sabaody Archipelago with the Royal Palace?"

The man sensed something was wrong, especially the unfamiliar training clothes Roya was wearing.

Roya's smile widened, almost reaching his ears, and his hand rested lightly on the hilts of the three swords at his waist.

"I've really been fortunate to have your 'care' over the years."

The person in front of him was the leader of the Ronosya Guard, and also the person who used to look down on him the most and liked to cause him trouble the most.