One Piece: A Guide for Ordinary Players

Once Ah San had swallowed everything in his mouth, Robert smiled and untied the ropes binding him.

"Eat the food I conjure with my power, and from now on you'll have to keep eating it regularly and in fixed quantities, or you'll suffer from numbness and itching all over your body until you die. So if I die, you won't live either. Now we're officially on the same path."

Ah San felt a chill run down his spine: "This thing...is there no antidote?"

Robert smiled sinisterly: "The best antidote is to not have any wicked thoughts."

Ah San nodded hurriedly. Robert pointed to the corpses on the ground: "Ah Da and the boss's bodies are here, Ah Er's are in the storage room, and there are two shop assistants and several pirate corpses outside. Can we clean them up before dawn?"

Ah San swallowed hard: "I definitely can't handle this by myself, but I can call the other three employees over. You can also give them some meat to control their intake. If we work together, we can definitely clean it up before we open tomorrow."

Robert nodded in satisfaction and watched Ah San leave the tavern.

As soon as Ah San left, Robert rushed out of the kitchen, first grabbing a large backpack belonging to a dead pirate and stuffing the valuables from the corpses and the valuables from the tavern counter together. Then he selected a sharp longsword from the pirates' weapons and tucked it into his waistband.

He quietly slipped out through a small door in the back kitchen and hid in the shadows.

I know best whether I have superpowers or not. The piece of meat I gave to Ah San was just pufferfish meat, which I had been storing in my food space. I just had a sudden idea to take it out and scare him.

Who can guarantee that the Indian guy won't realize he was lying after calming down, and then go out to find help and come back to kill him?

After hiding in the dark alley for twenty or thirty minutes, I saw Ah San lead three tall young men back quickly, shouting through gritted teeth as he walked: "Hurry up! What are you guys dawdling for!"

Robert narrowed his eyes and hid further in the shadows. There were four of them. Even if his strength and stamina had increased dramatically and his weapon had been upgraded from a kitchen knife to a more sophisticated longsword, he still couldn't possibly fight all four of them head-on.

Judging from the Indian man's flushed face and gritted teeth, he looked like he had been tricked and was furious, so he wanted to bring people back to cause trouble for him.

The group arrived at the back door of the tavern. Ah San respectfully stepped forward and knocked, his voice trembling as he said, "Sir, I have brought the person back."

No one answered from inside. Ah San, sweating profusely with anxiety, raised his voice: "Sir? Are you still there?"

Seeing that no one answered, Ah San didn't care about anything else, pushed the door open hard and went in. The three young men were confused, and their faces still showed dissatisfaction at being woken up from their sleep. After thinking for a moment, they followed him in.

Robert felt no disappointment that he hadn't fooled the Indian. He had only made a hasty lie about being a Devil Fruit user on the spot, a gamble with no real chance of success.

Since he hadn't managed to intimidate that Indian guy, Robert picked up his loot and prepared to make a run for it.

Just as I turned around, a piercing scream echoed from inside the tavern:

"My lord! Where have you gone! I don't want to die!"

Chapter 11 Robert Deniro!

Robert narrowed his eyes. He had thought that the Indian was a smart man and that his clumsy lie would most likely be exposed.

Taking a deep breath, Robert walked through the back door of the tavern.

Although he wasn't an adventurous person, the current risk was practically a safe and stable investment compared to his almost insane plan.

"What are you yelling about in the middle of the night? Are you trying to attract someone here?"

Standing cautiously at the kitchen door, Robert saw Ah San slumped in the tavern's front hall with a pained expression on his face. He knew that he had made a mistake in his operation and had not been able to completely remove the pufferfish toxin from the blood, resulting in the fish meat still being contaminated with the toxin.

Although even a small dose of tetrodotoxin can be fatal, judging from the Indian's current condition, he has likely inherited the average toxin resistance of the native inhabitants of this world, and he won't die anytime soon.

Upon hearing Robert's voice, the Indian man grasped at a straw and immediately knelt down on the ground.

"My lord! Please save me! I've brought the person here. Please save me, I'm about to die!"

Robert smiled and shook his head: "Don't worry, nausea, dizziness, shortness of breath, and diarrhea are all normal."

Ah San wouldn't dare joke with his own life, thinking that Robert would only detoxify him after subduing the three waiters he brought.

"Quickly! You three, go and eat what the adult conjured up! Right now!"

The three waiters were already terrified. They had just entered the kitchen and seen Ah Da's body. The boss was so badly burned that they couldn't recognize him at first.

What was even more terrifying was that after entering the lobby, two waiters who did the same job as them were lying dead on the ground. Along with other pirate corpses lying scattered about, they were so frightened that they trembled all over and could only follow behind Ah San, who was usually highly regarded by the boss, in a daze.

Now, the Indian's urgent urging actually dispelled some of their fear. One of the hot-tempered ones shouted:

"I quit! I'm leaving! Anyone want to come with me?"

He subconsciously looked at the two waiters with him. Ah Da was already dead, the boss and Ah Er were nowhere to be found, and the skinny Ah San, in his current panicked and disoriented state, couldn't control the other employees at all.

But he didn't dare let the shop assistant rebel on his own, so he wanted to drag two colleagues who were in the same boat with him.

Before Robert could react, the Indian man suddenly pulled a musket from his pocket and shot the shop assistant who had spoken first in the head!

"I'll let you eat the food that the adults conjure up!"

Ah San was breathing rapidly and his expression was extremely ferocious, but the words he was saying were somewhat slurred. Robert knew that this was because the poison had caused nerve paralysis.

It seems that the Indian really believes in the ability he fabricated, and is now desperately trying to prove that he is worth saving.

Of course, it wasn't appropriate to let the Indian guy perform alone at this moment. Robert smiled and drew his long knife, while his other hand reached straight out towards the two terrified shop assistants, and a small handful of pepper suddenly appeared in his palm.

"Would you rather die immediately, or eat these things?"

The two waiters, seeing their companion, who had just been lively and energetic, die tragically before their eyes, were already stunned and their minds went blank. Almost instinctively, they stepped forward and reached out their hands.

Robert divided the pepper in half and sprinkled it in their palms, watching them eat it in one bite, and then they looked at him timidly.

"Hahaha, once you've eaten what I conjured with my Devil Fruit power, you're one of us now. As long as you come to me regularly for the antidote, you'll be safe."

One of the waiters then realized, "Antidote? Did you give us poison?!"

Robert pointed at the Indian: "Yes, if you eat the food I conjure up from time to time, you will die like him, bleeding from all seven orifices. So don't try to betray me, because if I die, you won't get the antidote."

Ah San trembled all over: "Sir, please save me, I can't take it anymore!"

Robert instructed, "Go to the kitchen and prepare more salt water, then force it down his throat."

These two shop assistants were already indecisive, and now they were being forcefully suppressed by the Indian and Robert, making them as obedient as mindless puppets.

The Indian man's symptoms looked very serious, but Robert didn't really have any good solutions; he could poison but didn't know how to cure it.

When the clerk returned, Robert had the two men force-feed the Indian a whole bucket of concentrated salt water down his throat. They would make him vomit it up and then force-feed him more. Robert then went into the kitchen.

After Ah San vomited until his stomach was empty and he felt weak all over, Robert also came out of the kitchen.

Activated charcoal is an effective remedy for food poisoning. As a chef, Robert naturally knew how to make activated charcoal. However, the equipment in this world was incomplete, and he didn't have the time to steam and roast it repeatedly, so he only made some semi-finished products.

Robert grabbed the Indian man by the neck and forced a handful of charcoal down his throat, then clapped his hands and sat down to the side.

"Alright, I won't give you anything that works too fast anymore. As long as you don't get any bad ideas, you can come to me for the antidote once a month and you'll be fine."

Judging from Ah San's appearance, his symptoms seemed to have lessened considerably after inducing vomiting. Feeding him some coarse activated charcoal powder should be enough to save his life.

As for whether he will develop any health problems such as facial paralysis, impotence, or premature ejaculation in the future, that is not Robert's responsibility.

The two shop assistants were terrified by Robert's methods. They rushed to carry all the corpses in the shop onto the horse-drawn cart used for delivering goods and threw them into the sea to feed the fish overnight.

"Go and clean up the kitchen. We'll be closed tomorrow during the day."

Robert gave orders to the two shop assistants, then carried the exhausted Indian man upstairs.

He dared to let the two shop assistants out of his sight, but he was still not at ease with Ah San, so he simply took him to the top floor, which originally belonged to the boss.

First, he locked the door from the inside, then used the shackles that had been on his own feet to handcuff Ah San to the table leg. After confiscating Ah San's flintlock pistol, Robert lay down on the sofa and fell asleep.

The broken wooden table by the door creaked loudly with the slightest touch. Its purpose wasn't to trap Ah San, but rather to prevent him from launching a sneak attack while I was sleeping, and to avoid making noise that might wake me up.

Robert slept very restlessly, waking up several times during the night, and got up shortly after dawn.

After being forced to vomit, the Indian man basically passed out and is still lying on the ground. However, his loud snoring indicates that he has a lot of energy.

Robert, enraged, stepped forward and kicked him. The Indian man, who had just been woken up, was about to curse when he vaguely saw that it was Robert who had kicked him, and he instantly sat up with a start.

"My lord... I... I..."

Robert frowned: "Now is the time to prove your worth. Didn't you say you could help me take control of this tavern?"

Ah San's eyes darted around, and he said with a forced smile, "Sir, I don't know your name yet, so I can't keep calling you 'Sir,' can I?"

Robert was about to blurt out his real name when he suddenly remembered that his character panel clearly stated that his name did not conform to the naming rules of this world and would easily cause rejection from the natives.

The name of the actor who played The Godfather, Robert De Niro, instantly popped into his mind.

"You can call me—Robert De Niro!"

Chapter 12 Only Children Make Choices

The Indian man wanted to say something more, but Robert raised his hand to stop him:

"So you were lying to me last night, right? You don't have any control over this tavern at all."

Ah San trembled like a leaf: "No, Lord Niru, please let me explain!"

Robert was very uncomfortable with the naming conventions in the pirate world. Most people's names followed a purely Western three-part format: surname, given name, and middle name. However, the order of names followed the Eastern custom of surname first and given name last, making it neither Chinese nor Western.

Call me Robert!

Ah San quickly changed his tune: "Lord Robert, please give me some time. This tavern doesn't belong solely to the owner; most of the owners of the upstream and downstream businesses have invested in it..."

Robert wasn't going to play the role of a considerate boss at this moment, and interrupted him directly, saying, "I want results, not explanations of the process."

Ah San gritted his teeth: "Everyone else is easy to talk to. They don't care who the owner of this tavern is. As long as we can continue to cooperate with them and generate profits, that's fine. But there's one group of people I really have no confidence in."

Robert squinted and said, "Just tell me who it is."

The Indian man quickly replied, "It's Rossio, the great pirate with a bounty of 4200 million Berries, known as the Executioner!"

Robert's heart pounded, but he forced himself not to show it on his face.

Isn't this Rossio the white-haired guy who wiped out their transmigrator team yesterday, leaving only himself?

"Rosio, I have met him once before. I came to Gaya on his ship, and the boss bought me back from him. So they were in cahoots?"

In an instant, Ah San imagined a wonderful drama in his mind: the powerful pirate Robert, with ulterior motives, pretended to be captured by Rossio, used him to reach the Grand Line, and then killed the boss who bought him from Rossio.

Judging from Robert's nonchalant demeanor, not even putting a pirate with a bounty of 42 million Berries in his eyes, his net worth must be over 50 million Berries.

However, based on the information he had, he couldn't connect the black-haired man in front of him with the image on the wanted poster.

"Outsiders don't know they're in cahoots. The boss runs a bar in Mogu Town, so he can't let others know that they have deep ties with a certain pirate crew, lest they face retaliation from their enemies when they go to sea. Rosie won't tell anyone that they have a relationship with the boss either. If they offend someone they can't afford to offend, the boss's place will be their last resort."

Robert nodded: "I understand. So, do you know where Rossio is right now?"

The Indians thought Robert was coming to kill them all, but little did they know that Robert was already considering escaping.

He couldn't help but swallow hard, but suddenly felt at ease. After eating the food that Robert had conjured up yesterday, he would be at Robert's mercy for the rest of his life. Naturally, the stronger his backer, the better he would do.

“A fleet of merchant ships from the Western Sea is heading to Water City. Rossio and his crew packed their supplies yesterday and hurriedly set sail. It’s estimated they won’t be back for at least ten days to two weeks.”