I collect everything in the One Piece world.

The city's buildings are mostly made of light yellow or sand-colored stone, with distinct local characteristics, and domes, arches, and exquisite openwork carvings can be seen everywhere.

The wide streets were bustling with pedestrians, people dressed in various traditional robes or modern clothing.

In the distance, the city's edge can be seen, with the golden desert silhouette slightly distorted by the heatwave.

"This is... Alabasta." Mosen took a deep breath of the dry, hot air, feeling the unique atmosphere of this "desert kingdom."

"It looks like the Middle East. I didn't have a chance to go there before I traveled there, but now I've found a substitute."

Mosen chuckled self-deprecatingly, then began to wander around, looking for maps to sell, as he had accumulated several pirate bounties to exchange for.

As he strolled around, several elders who had been keeping a close eye on the port also noticed Mosen.

They were low-level members of the Baroque Studio, whose main tasks were to handle miscellaneous tasks and gather information.

"Hey~ this guy seems to be a rather famous pirate hunter lately, codenamed Collector." A chubby, elderly man said as he looked through binoculars.

Some of his dark-skinned, thin companions nearby heard his words and quickly snatched the binoculars away, while simultaneously pulling a booklet from their pockets.

“I knew it! This is the guy!” The dark-skinned, thin, elderly man looked at the drawing on the table and compared it with Mosen in the telescope.

"Haha! This is great! We're really lucky. If we report this guy's information, we'll definitely get a bonus!" the fat millionaire elder said happily.

"This was ordered by the higher-ups. We never expected to run into this. We're so lucky."

“That was when…” The dark-skinned, thin elder was speaking when he saw Mo Sen looking in his direction from afar. Startled, he quickly pulled his companion aside and shrank back.

"As expected of the renowned pirate hunter, he can sense things from this far away!" the dark-skinned, thin elder explained, seeing his companion's puzzled expression.

In the distance, Mosen also noticed that the faint sense of being spied on had suddenly disappeared, and he scratched his head in confusion.

"My Observation Haki seems to have improved again. Tsk, is this what it feels like to be a genius?"

Chapter 32, The Idea of ​​Getting Rich Through Gambling, Crocdale's Arrangements

Alabasta, naval branch base.

In a somewhat rudimentary but heavily guarded handover room, Mosen was conducting a "cargo" handover with several naval soldiers and a clerk.

Several corpses wrapped in tarpaulins were neatly laid out on the ground, along with several documents or tokens found on the corresponding pirate ships that could prove their identities.

"Don't worry, I was very careful when I did it. All of them had their throats cut, the bodies were intact, and the faces were clear, so there was no risk of identification."

Mosen pointed to several packages on the ground, speaking as calmly as if he were introducing products.

"There are five pirate leaders in total, and a few smaller leaders with bounties."

The naval soldier in charge of verification nodded upon hearing this, then, suppressing his discomfort, continued to carefully check the records one by one, comparing them with the bounty notice and his notes.

A faint stench of decay and blood filled the air; the weather in Alabasta was incredibly hot.

A moment later, the verification was completed, and the clerk jogged off to report to his superiors.

A short while later, a middle-aged officer with a slightly overweight build and shoulder insignia indicating the rank of colonel walked in.

He first glanced at the "spoils" on the ground, then his gaze lingered on Mosen for a few seconds, a professional smile spreading across his face:

"You're that pirate hunter collector who's recently become famous on the shipping lanes, right?" His tone carried a hint of unexpected eagerness.

Mosen nodded and said casually, "It's me. I didn't expect your name to spread so quickly."

"Haha, for people in your line of work, having a reputation is a good thing!" The naval captain laughed even more enthusiastically.

"You've made a significant contribution to the peace and tranquility of our seas along the way!"

"Especially after we got rid of those cunning guys, 'Blood Axe' Jack and 'Sea Fox,' the trade routes have become much smoother!"

"Not at all, the navy is the mainstay of maintaining peace," Mosen replied with a smile.

"Oh, Mr. Collector is too modest," the naval captain said with a chuckle.

Then, at the colonel's signal, the soldiers next to him immediately brought over a heavy metal box.

Upon opening it, one finds neatly stacked Berries, roughly estimated at 60 million Berries, exactly 80% of the total bounties on the pirates on the ground.

Mo Sen didn't count them in detail, but quickly glanced at them to confirm that the amount was roughly correct before closing the box.

Practice makes perfect. After several exchange transactions, he was very familiar with the rules here.

Compared to the 30% allocated to the Sabaody Archipelago naval base, Alabasta's 20% is already considered "generous".

The reason this naval captain learned of his "collector" title so quickly was probably because he heard about it from other branches and was simply envious of this "extra income."

After all, there aren't many pirate hunters who are both efficient and specifically target tough opponents.

They can help them maintain maritime order and also help them earn some extra money. Of course, the more people like this, the better.

"It's a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Collector," the colonel said with a smile, extending his hand to Morsen.

"We hope to have the opportunity to cooperate again in the future. Our Alabasta Navy will always give its utmost support to those who uphold justice!"

"Definitely." Mo Sen shook hands with him and then picked up the money box.

Leaving the handover room and walking down the corridor of the naval base, Mosen vaguely heard the colonel's deliberately lowered but still undisguised excited commands coming from the room behind him.

"...Go quickly and balance the accounts. Tonight it's my treat, let's go relax!"

"I'll take a few days off and go to Yudi again. I lost a lot at Yuyan last time, so I'm going to win more this time."

"Yes, sir!" Several subordinates responded excitedly.

"Yu Yan..." Upon hearing this name, Mo Sen seemed to ponder.

He had certainly heard of this place; it was Alabasta's largest casino, owned by the "hero" Crocodile.

Crocodile seems to be still cultivating his ambitions and building his heroic reputation. It's unclear whether his other actions are in the planning stages or not, as they haven't been launched yet. Therefore, the overall situation in Alabasta is relatively stable, with no rebel forces.

“Casino…yes, I can gamble at the casino too!” Mosen suddenly had a new idea.

He had been following his pre-transmigration mindset and hadn't thought about gambling.

So all along, he only thought about accumulating funds by hunting pirates and selling their spoils, and never thought about using casinos.

But now that I think about it, he already has Observation Haki, so maybe he can really give it a try, accumulate some funds, relax a bit, and experience life.

……

Meanwhile, in Rainfield, at the headquarters of the Baroque Studio.

MissAll Sunday, as Nico Robin is, is holding a portrait in one hand and looking at a booklet in the other, listening to the report from the millions of elders beside her.

“This collector is quite capable.” Crocdale sat behind his desk, puffing on a cigar and exhaling smoke rings. “Perhaps we could recruit him into our Baroque Studio.”

“I think so too.” Robin put down her coffee and looked at the portrait thoughtfully. “After all, being able to easily defeat so many pirates with tens of millions of dollars means that his strength is far more than that.”

"By the way, it seems you've had your eye on this guy for a while now. Did he offend you?" Crocodile asked, staring at the portrait in Robin's hand.

Robin smiled and shook her head upon hearing this, stood up, and handed the portrait to Crocodile: "It's not that he offended me, it's just that back in the Sabaody Archipelago, he bought an antique I had my eye on."

“I even spent two days looking for him in the Sabaody Archipelago, trying to buy him back, but I couldn’t find any information about him.”

"I didn't expect that even after returning to Alabasta, there would be news about me again. That's quite surprising."

Hearing Robin's words, Crocodile's lingering doubts vanished.

This woman is too clever. He can use her, but he also has to be constantly vigilant.

He tossed the portrait onto the table and exhaled a puff of smoke: "In that case, you're in charge of contacting and recruiting him. While you're at it, see if you can buy back the antique you want from him."

"By the way, how's the preparation for the Ideal Land Project going? It's not easy to play the hero outside every day."

“Preparations are complete, we can almost begin,” Robin said softly, the so-called “ideal land plan” flashing through his mind.

“Very well, let’s begin. Controlling this country is no easy task; we need to throw them into chaos first.” Crocdar’s eyes flashed with a cold light.

"Since the Alabasta royal family is sitting on a gold mine and doesn't know how to develop it, then let me take their place."

Chapter 33, The Lustful Crab, the Lucky Lady in the Desert

At noon, the boundless desert of Alabasta resembled a giant golden oven under the scorching sun, the heat waves distorting the air, and as far as the eye could see, there was only monotonous gold and blinding white light.

However, on this sea of ​​sand, which is like an oven, an incongruous figure is moving at an astonishing speed.

It was a crab the size of a small truck, with a dark red shell edged with hard spikes. Its eight thick legs moved alternately across the scorching sand at an astonishing speed, kicking up a long trail of dust behind it.

A simple sunshade was fixed to the crab's back, and Mosen sat in the shade under the sunshade, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and a face mask, revealing only his calm eyes.

He slowly sipped his ice-cold cola in one hand, while chewing on a piece of fried chicken in the other.

The biggest advantage of being a Devil Fruit user is that you never have to worry about food or drink.

Others crossing the desert have to carry limited supplies, carefully managing their water and bread, but he doesn't need to.

His catalog contains many food and beverage items he had collected beforehand, enough for him to eat and drink his fill in this desert until next month.

The giant crab under his buttocks was a vehicle he rented from the "moving club" at the port.

Although the rental fee is high, its advantage lies in its speed, which far exceeds that of ordinary camels, and its ability to adapt to desert terrain, making it one of the fastest ways to reach rainy areas.

However, according to the club, the migratory crab is not without its flaws. While its explosive power is indeed very strong, its endurance is far inferior to that of a camel. Moreover, for some reason, this batch of migratory crabs all have their own unique quirks, namely, being lustful.

"At this rate, we should reach Rain Land before evening." Mosen estimated the journey while stuffing the last piece of fried chicken into his mouth and then downing the cola in his hand.

"Phew~ That feels good~ Iced cola definitely tastes better in hotter places."

Just as Mosen had finished eating and drinking, the crab beneath him suddenly made a series of rapid "clicks," its eight legs abruptly stopping, the immense inertia causing Mosen's body to sway.

He frowned slightly, and then noticed that the moving crab's large, protruding eyes were staring intently at something in front of him.

Pink hearts suddenly appeared in her previously dull eyes.

???

Dude, in the middle of the desert, suddenly you start acting like a lecher? Does that make sense?

Mo Sen followed the moving crab's gaze with a puzzled look, and then noticed an unnatural "bulge" a few dozen meters ahead.

It stands out quite a bit on the almost completely flat sand.

It was neither stone nor withered wood; the raised outline seemed to be... a person?

The yellow sand almost completely covered the person, except for the chest and the area around the waist, where the curves were obvious, so the sand did not completely bury the person, revealing a bit of dark fabric and the unusually full, undulating contours below.

"So this is a big-breasted woman who fainted in the desert?" Mosen immediately realized what was going on.