I guarded Impel Down for a hundred years in the pirate world.

Could an ordinary marine possess the gunnery skills of a wick-level operator? Urik's mouth moved, but he didn't say anything. He watched as Figo cast his fishing rod back into the sea, turned his head back, and continued fishing for the light.

In fact, these dukes had a very clear plan: by using the fishing lantern, they could more accurately determine the level of Figo's light.

Based on the lights emanating from his body, they believed Figo must be the brightest, perhaps even a level six.

But what about the others?

Urik is not weak among the five-lamp level, possessing two level-five lamps. One lamp is naturally the power of his three-eyed race's bloodline, and the other is his weapon.

He and Figo are fishing for lights next to each other. If they encounter armed lights, who would the armed lights choose and whether they hesitate? This can tell a lot!

One cannon wick was just a diversion; the most crucial thing is what happened next... Holy crap, they've taken the bait again?

Less than half a minute later, Urik noticed out of the corner of his eye that Figo's fishing rod was trembling again, and immediately turned his head over.

"Lucky you, caught another one." Figo smiled at him and pulled the rod again.

Hmm, the flying boat controls the lamp wick.

"The King of the Stars can clearly traverse the starry sky with his physical body, yet he has also mastered the control of the flying boat so skillfully?" Urik asked in surprise.

“It’s always good to have more skills,” Figo said.

"……Um."

Half a minute later.

"The Nurturing Lamp Wick?!" Urik exclaimed in shock. "This ability is extremely rare. It usually only appears in the directors of large orphanages or, in other words, in the progenitors of the demon race. You, Star King..."

“Our navy often adopts orphans, so it’s not surprising that I have it, is it?” Figo said.

"……Too."

Not surprising my foot! Would you personally take care of an orphan adopted by the Navy? And having one rare wick ability isn't surprising, but three rare ones?

This is weird!

Half a minute more.

Phew... this time it's finally back to normal.

Urik looked at the small lamp wick with three eyes and subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

"My Three-Eyed Clan Bloodline Lampwick..."

and many more?

My Three-Eyed Clan Bloodline Lampwick... Ah?!

Chapter 315 A Galaxy of Stars

The giant ship sailed smoothly on the vast, calm sea. Two hours passed in the blink of an eye, and Walker, the fishing lighthouseman, stared at his fishing rod, which hadn't moved an inch, with a mixture of boredom and confusion.

In the past, when fishing for lightfish at sea, it was common to go three to five days without catching anything. After all, he could only catch three or four kinds of fish. If he was lucky enough to miss them, he would at most curse a few times.

But this time was different. Not only did he not catch anything, but he also noticed that the dozen or so people fishing on the fishing platforms to his left and right were also empty-handed!

You should know that they are all elite lantern fishers from the Nodili Merchant Guild of the Three-Eyed Clan. They were selected from more than 500 people and divided into small groups, with each group having their own lantern wicks and lights to complement each other.

In other words, as long as there are lights and lamps wherever you go, and it's not an extremely obscure place, you should be able to gain something, more or less.

The fisherman next to him also looked at him: "Is it... a problem with the choice of course?"

"

"Or perhaps some large fishing light troupe happened to pass by on the same route as us before?"

Someone started to speak, and the people nearby looked puzzled. Walker stood up and said, "I'll go take a look."

"Row."

"Look at those guys on the left."

Walker jumped off the fishing light stand, crossed the more than 300-meter-wide hull, and came to the left side of the ship.

Before he could even ask, he happened to see one of them reel in a rod and catch a lamp wick, and the words he wanted to ask got stuck in his throat.

"Walker? What brings you here?" Someone who recognized him turned around and asked, smiling, "You had a good day. How's it going over there?"

"Well, it was alright," Walker mumbled. "Sousa, you didn't participate in the last Lantern Fishing Feast, did you? Last time there were six merchant groups, and our Nordili Merchant Group ranked third in terms of haul. The Duke was a little dissatisfied. This time we need to work harder and try to get first place."

"Then why don't you hurry back?"

Walker chuckled and turned to leave.

What the hell is going on?

Did the previous "Fishing Lantern" attribute have duplicates?

He returned to the right side of the boat, puzzled, and headed towards the bow. He soon discovered that the fishermen closer to the bow also looked somewhat distressed, having caught very little. Upon seeing him, they exchanged a few words, and many of them also jumped off the fishing platform and headed towards the bow.

A few minutes later.

"Haha, these two little ones are hugging each other quite tightly, let go, let go."

A lamp wick with long arms and the bloodline of the Long-Armed Clan and a lamp wick with a pair of pure white wings were tightly entwined together, then gently separated by a pair of large hands.

Urik, standing nearby, praised in a slightly distorted voice, "They're worried they won't get a bite on your hook... As expected of you, catching two lamp wicks with one rod is extremely rare."

He had noticed Walker and the others' arrival earlier. After speaking, he turned around and looked at those pairs of eyes with trembling pupils, and felt a sense of pleasure.

Young man, you're too inexperienced.

You're so inexperienced.

I was much better than them, wasn't I?

He mimicked Figo's tone and chatted with his subordinates, saying, "The King of the Stars has been exposed to more things, and with more knowledge, he can understand everything."

Figo turned and smiled at them.

One thing leads to everything?

Looking at the densely packed wicks on the three-meter square fishing lamp stand, the wicks of all kinds, and the fact that there was no place left for Figo and Urik to stand, Walker and the others finally understood why their harvest was so meager.

But can anyone tell me how to master countless unrelated abilities?!

Yes, that's it, that's the kind of doubt I have.

Urik was somewhat relieved and continued to spout nonsense, mimicking Figo's words: "The King of the Stars learns things faster, but that's an exception, so you don't need to worry about it."

Figo smiled sheepishly.

You're such a tech geek!

Urik almost broke through the defense.

He had no idea about this situation.

He knew that the Lynch Merchant Guild's giveaway of lamp wicks included a wide variety of items, but he only assumed that Figo had stolen them from the Seraul Merchant Guild or that Doflamingo had given them to him. Who would have thought that Figo had caught all the lamp wicks himself?!

When Figo first arrived in Capri, he brought a sack of lamps, but he didn't see the specifics of the situation.

They only thought it was about bodies and weapons.

How can there be such an outrageous person?!

What's even more crucial and of greater concern to him is why Figo is more attractive to the Three-Eyed Clan's bloodline wick than he is! The implications of this are something he dares not delve into.

"Your Grace, we..."

One of his subordinates asked him, looking dazed, "In this situation, can we take a break?"

Urik was momentarily at a loss for words, but Figo turned around and said with a smile, "Sorry, we got carried away and disturbed everyone's fishing lights. How about this, I'll try a new idea and then we'll stop fishing."

“No, no need, King of the Stars.” Urik replied politely, “It’s your skill to catch most of the wicks; the Nodili Merchant Guild doesn’t need the wicks you’ve caught…”

“It’s okay, I’m hungry too. I’ll go get something to eat after I try out the last idea.” Figo shook his head and said, “Could you all please bring me your spare fishing rods?”

Fishing rods? Urik said, "There are many spare high-grade spirit-enchanted wood fishing rods on the ship. How many does the King of the Stars want?"

“The more the merrier… A hundred? Send them to the bow of the ship,” Figo said.

Do you need so many? Even if you want to try fishing with multiple rods, a hundred is outrageous, isn't it?

Urik didn't understand, but he still ordered his men to do as Figo asked, and soon a full one hundred specially made fishing rods were placed at the bow of the ship.

Figo stood still next to the fishing rod.

"Duke Urik, please step back."

Urik nodded and looked back, then suddenly his expression hardened as he sensed an extremely oppressive and dangerous aura emanating from Figo.

A layer of flowing, dazzling golden Armament Haki enveloped Figo's body. As Figo bent over, the Armament Haki flowed, and large golden-black hands grew from all over Figo's body, grasping and picking up each fishing rod!

Urik, who was at the fifth level of Armament Haki, could also precisely condense Armament Haki, but what happened next gave him a slight tremor.

Those hundred arms moved and swung with the agility of real arms, casting all the fishing rods and lines in a fan shape!

The fishing lines intertwine, yet remain orderly.

Figo simultaneously cast a hundred fishing rods, covering most of the sea area in front of him!

Armament Haki can be so light and agile?!

Can I handle this kind of control?

Urik had some doubts, but said aloud, "So that's what you're thinking. But unfortunately, when fishing with a lamp, we must have our bodies in contact with the fishing rod. If you hold the rod with your arm, you can only catch the lamp flame and the wick."

Figo nodded to indicate that he understood, and his Armament Haki vanished instantly, but the fishing rod did not fall.

Thin chains were seen securing the fishing rod to Figo's body.

"The weapon is only for casting," Figo asked. "Is that alright?"

Urik's three eyes widened slightly as he looked at Figo, whose body was covered in fishing rods, and remained silent for a few seconds.

"It should be...it should be okay."

Some people with special abilities might be able to manage to control more than ten fishing rods at the same time with some difficulty, but for them, that would be redundant.

But if it were Figo instead...

"I'm going for a walk."

Figo leaped into the sea.

With a hundred fishing rods tied to him, he ran forward at high speed, pulling the fishing lines in tandem, which radiated outwards in a fan shape across the sea surface with a diameter of three to four hundred meters.