I collect everything in the One Piece world.

Bakala and Robin lay side by side on two comfortable lounge chairs, wearing newly bought sunglasses, enjoying the warm afternoon sun.

Robin was engrossed in reading a book about ancient legends of the East China Sea that he had found in Loguetown.

Bakara, with her head tilted to the side and her red hair flowing freely, was fast asleep, a trace of drool even hanging from the corner of her mouth, as if she were having a wonderful dream, perhaps dreaming of dominating the casino.

In contrast, the atmosphere was slightly tense at the ship's side not far away.

Mosen was holding a fishing rod with a serious expression, his eyes fixed on the calm sea.

He had been sitting there for almost two hours, and the float hadn't moved an inch, as if fish didn't exist in the sea at all.

Beside him, Nami also held a fishing rod, but her posture was much more relaxed and carefree.

What's even more infuriating is that several plump fish were jumping and splashing in the bucket next to her, obviously just caught.

"Pfft..." Nami easily lifted another lively sea fish and threw it into the bucket.

She glanced at Mosen's still empty bucket and his increasingly dark face, and couldn't help but giggle, her short orange hair bouncing in the sunlight.

"Hehe, Captain," Nami blinked her mischievous eyes, "Fishing isn't just about patience; skill is important too~"

"How about it? Want me, the 'Number One Beauty of the East China Sea and Fishing Expert,' to teach you? Since we're on the same boat, I'll give you a friendly price of only 10,000 Berries! I guarantee you'll learn!"

Mosen looked at Nami's smug smile, then at his own motionless fishing rod, and his lips twitched.

He seriously suspected that there was something wrong with his bait, or that the fish in this area were discriminating against him.

That wretched East China Sea! Even the fish there are so evil!

"Ten thousand? Who do you think you are?" As his thoughts raced, Mo Sen glanced at Nami, then pulled out a small wad of banknotes from his pocket and slapped it onto the deck next to him.

"Here's 100,000 Berries! Tell me all your secret fishing techniques! No holding back!"

Nami's eyes instantly turned into Beli symbols. She grabbed the stack of banknotes and stuffed them into her pocket, her face beaming with joy: "Deal! Captain, you're so generous! I promise to teach you everything I know, without holding back!"

Then, she immediately moved closer to Mosen and began to explain in a serious tone: "First, you need to observe the water color and current direction of this area... Second, the way you attach the bait is also important; it can't be too fixed, it needs to be flexible... You need to distinguish whether the movement of the float is from small fish nibbling or big fish biting..."

Nami spoke with great enthusiasm, and Mosen humbly accepted her teachings, gradually putting them into practice step by step.

A moment later, perseverance paid off. Mo Sen's fishing rod suddenly sank, and a huge pulling force came from it!

"Hahaha! They've taken the bait! This must be a big fish!" Mo Sen's spirits lifted, ready to put on a good show and redeem himself.

From now on, he will no longer be called "Air Force Guy". Please call him Mo Fishing Master Sen!

Just then.

"boom!"

A muffled, loud bang came from not far from the side of the ship, and a huge white spray of water suddenly exploded on the sea surface.

Beneath the surface, the large fish at the other end of the fishing line seemed startled by the sudden explosion and began to thrash violently.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Mosen realized something bad was about to happen.

Sure enough, with a soft "snap," the fishing line snapped, leaving only a rapidly spreading ripple on the water's surface and the fishing rod that Mosen instantly dropped.

“I…!” Mo Sen stared at the empty fishing hook, then at the receding water droplets on the distant sea, his face instantly turning dark.

The fish I was so close to catching just flew away! Was it an easy fish? This is a blow to Mosen's dignity!

"Damn it! Which blind bastard scared all my fish away!" Mosen angrily raised his head and glared in the direction from which the shell had come.

On the distant horizon, the silhouettes of several ships flying black pirate flags were slowly emerging.

Moreover, as they approached, more ships could be vaguely seen behind them, forming a large, dark, and impressive fleet.

"Hmm? Did we stir up a pirate den these past two days? Why are there pirates again?" Mo Sen narrowed his eyes, his anger still not subsided. "And judging from this, it seems to be more 'grand' than the previous waves."

Only two days had passed since they left Loguetown, but Morsen and his crew had already encountered three waves of pirates, some large and some small.

Although these pirates posed no threat to them and they could even plunder some money, this unusual situation still made them feel that something was wrong.

Nami quickly grabbed the binoculars that were lying to the side and looked toward the fleet.

When she saw the flag flying on the leading ship and the numerous figures vaguely visible on board, her expression changed slightly.

"It's the Krieg Pirates!" Nami put down her binoculars, her tone grave.

"They are one of the largest pirate crews in the East Blue, and their captain is Krieg, known as the 'Pirate Admiral,' with a bounty of 15 million Berries! They have a large crew, strong firepower, and act extremely tyrannically!" (This leaves room for a 2 million Berry increase in price.)

Robin and Bakala were also startled by the noise of the cannons and slowly walked over.

Robin frowned and calmly analyzed, "The situation these past two days has indeed been a bit strange. Counting the three groups of scattered pirates we encountered before, this is the fourth group we've encountered since leaving Loguetown."

"When did the density of pirates in the East Blue become so high? And it seems they're all concentrated on our route?"

Bakara rubbed her sleepy eyes, looking annoyed. She had just dreamt that she had drawn a flush: "To hell with admirals! Anyone who dares to disturb my sleep deserves to die!"

"We'll find out why once we catch him and interrogate him properly! I just got a great hand of cards!"

Bakara had barely finished speaking.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Several more dark cannonballs ripped through the air, whistling as they hurtled towards their ships from different directions, clearly intended to blast them to pieces.

"Heh, ammunition delivered to our doorstep?" Mosen raised an eyebrow upon seeing this, neither dodging nor avoiding, and stepped forward, raising his right hand.

hum!

Several illusory pages, glowing faintly, appeared out of thin air and precisely blocked the flight paths of the shells.

The next second, a bizarre scene unfolded.

Those powerful cannonballs, capable of piercing the ship's planks, vanished instantly upon contact with the phantom image of the book pages, disappearing without a trace.

Then several "Cannonball" stickers, shimmering slightly, appeared in Mosen's palm.

"Not bad, not bad, this is just right to replenish my ammunition depot." Mosen flicked his wrist, a satisfied smile on his face.

This level of bombardment wasn't even a warm-up for him; it would only encourage him to collect more stickers.

Chapter 76, The Krieg Pirates, Is Your Armor Pure Gold? (Seeking First Subscription!)

Meanwhile, on the opposite side, on the Krieg Pirates' flagship, the "Dreadnought Sabre".

A tall, imposing man with short purple hair and a thick beard, wearing a signature golden armor, sat imposingly in a chair. He was none other than Krieg, who called himself the "Pirate Admiral".

Standing beside him was a tall, thin man with a purple headscarf, sinister eyes, and a cane hanging from his waist. He was none other than his trusted subordinate, "Ghost Man" A-Jin.

Krieg frowned, somewhat irritated, and said, "These past two days, those navy guys have been running around like mad dogs, driving a lot of small fry into this area... Damn it, could they be targeting me?"

Ah Jin remained expressionless, his voice low and deep: "Then take care of them all. They're just small fry, nothing to worry about."

Upon hearing this, Creek's irritation lessened slightly, replaced by an arrogant smile: "You're right! Ah Jin! Perfect timing, these small fry are almost all cleared out. This pond in the East China Sea is still too small for me!"

He abruptly stood up, his golden armor reflecting a blinding light in the sunlight: "I am Pirate Admiral Krieg! It's time to go and see the Grand Line! I've heard that's where the strong should reside! Hahaha!"

Just as he was envisioning the future and laughing wildly, he suddenly noticed something was wrong with the constant shelling.

Logically speaking, after bombarding for so long, that seemingly small ship should have been reduced to pieces long ago. Why is it still bombarding and launching missiles?

"What's going on?" Creek growled, clearly annoyed. "How come you can't even sink a wrecked ship? What are you all good for? Do you want to go feed the fish in the sea?!"

A pirate crew member scrambled over, his face filled with terror and confusion, and reported in a trembling voice, "Admiral! That ship...that ship is strange!"

"Our shells just vanished into thin air as soon as they got close to it! We couldn't hit it at all!"

"What?!" Creek and Arkin frowned simultaneously, quickly walked to the bow of the ship, and raised their binoculars to look into the distance.

They happened to see another salvo of shells being fired into the distance, but as they approached the strange ship, they vanished silently as if hitting an invisible wall.

"Could there be a Devil Fruit user on this ship?" Krieg put down his binoculars, his purple eyebrows slightly raised. Instead of being afraid, he showed a hint of interest.

"Interesting. Looks like this isn't just any ordinary small fry."

Just as he was speaking, the ship that had seemed to be merely on the defensive suddenly changed direction, its sails billowing, its speed increasing dramatically, and it charged straight toward the center of the Krieg Pirates' massive fleet, which was his flagship.

"Ha! Is this guy crazy? Does he want to crash into me? Or is he looking for death?" Creek was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, thinking that the other party was simply courting death.

"All troops! Aim at that ship! Open fire! Blast it to smithereens! Let him know the consequences of provoking Admiral Krieg!"

As soon as he gave the order, the first few ships began to fire their cannons. In an instant, dozens of projectiles were fired at the same time, hurtling towards Mosen's ship.

Creek stared intently at the distant sea with great anticipation, but to his surprise, a moment later, the dozens of projectiles vanished without a trace, just like before.

Now Creek also felt something was wrong. What kind of ability did the guys on this ship have?

Just then, several dark, scorching shells suddenly appeared out of nowhere in front of the approaching ship.

They appeared out of nowhere and then hurtled precisely toward Creek and his crew on the deck.

"What?!" Crick's smile froze instantly, and his pupils contracted sharply.

"Boom! Boom!"

Several cannonballs struck the menacing black panther figurehead at the bow of the ship with pinpoint accuracy, sending wood chips and gold paint shards flying and blasting the decoration that symbolized Krieg's majesty into ruins.

"My figurehead!" Creek roared, both heartbroken and furious. This black panther statue was something he'd spent a fortune to create; it was one of the symbols of his "Admiral" status!

What's more troublesome is that two or three shells were aimed directly at the densely populated area on the deck, and even flew straight at him.

One of the pirates, unable to dodge in time, was hit directly and screamed as he was smashed to pieces.

"Damn it!" Creek roared, suddenly raising a huge and uniquely designed weapon: "Great War Gun!"

"clang!!!"

With a deafening clang of metal, a cannonball aimed straight at his face slammed into his battle gun.

The immense impact caused the deck beneath Creek's feet to groan under its strain, but his superhuman strength, combined with the weapon made of this special alloy, propelled the shell away.

The shell flew at an angle towards the sea, creating a splash.

However, blocking one shell only protected himself; the other shells, which he couldn't attend to, bounced off the deck, causing chaos and screams.

"Damn it! Aim at that ship and..." Creek was furious and was about to order a more intense salvo to send the strange ability user and his wrecked ship to the bottom of the sea.

But before he could finish speaking, a figure leaped from the approaching ship like an arrow, landing lightly and steadily next to the damaged figurehead of the dreadnought Sabre.

Sunlight shone from behind him, gilding his silhouette with a golden edge, making it difficult to discern his face for a moment.

Crick squinted against the blinding sunlight, only able to see the tall figure of the newcomer and the undisguised probing gaze.