One Piece: Starting with Coercing and Enticing Nami

Controlling the underground forces on several surrounding islands, after several rounds of drinks and dishes, Norton slammed his glass down on the table with a thud, his eyes narrowing slightly, a cold glint in them:

"I wonder what Morgan's men wanted to do with us brothers?"

Shouldn't we just leave each other alone?

Morgan, a gilded cigar dangling from his lips, squinted at the two men and suddenly chuckled softly:

"Mr. Norton, do you know that you are in a very dangerous situation right now?!"

The rampant slaughter of civilians and the skyrocketing bounty amounts, coupled with the fact that their own strength could not match the bounty, were all part of the scheme.

With a large amount of treasure on board, there are countless hyenas eyeing your heads in the waters around the East China Sea!

Navy, bounty hunters, your colleagues, and even underground forces like us.

You are now a plump and juicy fat sheep!

Norton's gaze turned cold, and he immediately sneered, "Then why don't you give it a try?"

Morgan raised both hands, looking helpless, and said:

"No, no, no, I'm a businessman. Fighting is too much trouble. I'm only here to point out the best path for Mr. Norton, not to cause you any trouble."

Norton fell silent upon hearing this, while the first mate beside him seemed lost in thought. Morgan, on the other hand, waited leisurely, exhaling the rich smoke from his cigar with a contented expression.

After a while, Norton spoke in a hoarse voice:

What do you want me to do?

Morgan smiled slightly: "As I've said before, I'm a businessman."

Mr. Norton's treasure must be hard to sell, right? You can exchange the treasure for Baileys with us, and we can provide you with all sorts of timely intelligence.

For example, when the navy attacks you, provide them with their route and manpower configuration in advance.

And what about this exchange rate difference...?

Bang!

Suddenly, Norton slammed his hand on the table and stood up, looking at him with a cold gaze:

"My head is right here. You think you can get my money for nothing? Dream on."

After saying that, he got up and left.

Seeing this, the first mate gave Morgan a helpless look, nodded kindly to him, and then quickly chased after him.

Morgan exhaled a puff of smoke and chuckled, "That first mate seems to be much smarter than that captain! Looks like I could try to win him over."

As for the former captain... hehe!

After clapping three times, a burly young man dressed in ordinary clothes emerged from a private room and bowed respectfully to Morgan.

"Father."

“Darwin, you heard our conversation just now. The Norton Pirates are recruiting. You and a group of brothers will join in batches, and then talk to the first mate about the new captain and our Black Gloves.”

Darwin's lips curled into a slight smile. "Good father, I love watching those foolish pirates kill each other."

Morgan rubbed his temples in exasperation. "Remember to be careful, although I don't think those peasants could hurt you in the slightest."

Watching his eldest son, whom he was most proud of, leave after graduating from the martial arts academy, Morgan William slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

"We can't let a bunch of bumpkins stir up trouble in this great age of pirates!"

Standing by the window, gazing at the pirate ships bobbing up and down with the waves on the shore, a slow, wide grin spread from his lips to his ears:

"Pirates are nothing but trash."

011. Some achievements!

Early the next morning.

On the edge of the port town.

In a hotel, in a private bathroom.

He wore ordinary, loose-fitting men's clothing, and his short, greasy orange hair was deliberately tousled.

Her pretty face and exposed skin were painted a slightly dark wheat color.

Nami touched her chubby chin, carefully examining her unrecognizable face in the mirror, and then chuckled.

"With my agility, I should be able to sneak in. I heard that after this recruitment, they will hold a brawl to select the squad leader."

The ship's officers will all be outside then, which will create an opportunity!

Those bright orange eyes immediately crinkled into a smile. "6% certainty."

A night of hunting in the wild.

In the tall, sturdy forest, the dense foliage blocks the morning sunlight, making the environment appear dark and gloomy.

In a jagged pile of rocks, Thoth watched silently as a giant python, as thick as a human head, continued to struggle and writhe violently after its head was severed.

Pressing his chest, he slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. The giant python's tail whip, with its weight of a full ton, had left Thoth slightly out of breath.

They gathered firewood from the surrounding area, lit a fire, and threw a heavy section of the python's torso onto the fire to roast.

Arriving at the foot of a cliff not far away, a spring gushes forth from a crevice in the rock.

After washing his face and clearing away the weeds from the spring, Tote bent down and drank deeply of the water.

Having drunk half his fill, Tote plopped down on a nearby bluestone, a slight smile playing on his lips.

A light screen panel appeared in front of me.

Swordsmanship (Practice Makes Perfect 113 → 187/200)

[Unarmed Combat (Beginner Level 9→15/100)]

[Self-Healing (Beginner 2→3/10)]

In the deep forest at night, wild animals roam in packs, and thanks to Toth's diligent search,

The results were remarkable.

"My swordsmanship proficiency is just 13 points away from advancing again, which should be possible before noon. Also, my unarmed combat skills should be able to reach the 'practice makes perfect' level by tomorrow afternoon."

While waiting for the meat to be roasted, Tote squinted to recharge, inhaling the increasing aroma of charred meat in the air.

Two hours later.

I've eaten burnt python meat that tasted awful.

Thoth left from there and encountered a group of wild boars in another forest, where he also spotted elk.

A dismemberment case occurred.

Continue to wait and see.

noon.

Woohoo!

Amidst the mournful cries,

A pack of wolves eyeing the fresh meat was swiftly slaughtered by Tote. With a thud, he kicked the alpha wolf away, then shifted sideways and cleaved the last remaining wolf in two with his sword.

Looking around, there were still four heavily wounded wolves lying on the ground, howling incessantly.

After a few breaths, the second-to-last wolf was defeated, and as a faint warm current flowed from his body...

Suddenly, a system notification appeared from the depths of my consciousness.

[Note: Your swordsmanship proficiency "Practice Makes Perfect 200/200" has reached the maximum value, and your swordsmanship skill will automatically advance.]

[Hint: Your swordsmanship skill has improved from "Practice Makes Perfect" to "Slightly Accomplished"! Gain +1 to Constitution! +1 to Strength!]

[Hint: Your swordsmanship is "Slightly Accomplished" 0/500. The next level is "Mastered".]

Power surged from within him, and the improvement in his attributes began to enhance Thoth's physical strength and musculoskeletal power in all aspects.

Breathing, with a strange frequency and rhythm, emanated from Thoth, and swordsmanship began to evolve within Thoth's consciousness.

Unlike the saying "practice makes perfect," this method involves imprinting basic swordsmanship techniques onto one's mind and body, forming a fundamental instinct that allows for effortless control.

A swordsmanship skill at a certain level of proficiency involves focus and concentration, concentrating all one's strength on the sword and unleashing power from it.

Understand how to apply power.

It's not just about physical strength, but also a rough extension of one's beliefs and will.

Thoth blinked, and his aura was gradually imbued with a sharp intent.

The sword in his hand was still a sword, but it had taken on a different quality, as if it were an inanimate object that had been gradually imbued with a spirit.

The use of swords is no longer simply about ordinary swinging, but has gradually begun to seek its application from the outside world.

The various insights into swordsmanship that flooded his mind were clearly digested by Thoth.

His body was filled and adjusted with marks that seemed to come from his long period of swordsmanship training.

Looking out his hand, his knuckles were long and distinct, and the sword hilt fit perfectly in his hand.

At this moment, Thoth gripped the sword, slowly raised it, and power surged from within his body.

Whoosh!

A sword was suddenly swung out, a cold light emanating from it, accompanied by the howling of a strong wind.

"The application of force, the rudimentary form of sword energy?"

Thoth understood at that moment.

Immediately afterwards, the light curtain panel appeared.

Attributes:

Body: 9.1→10.1

Force: 8.1→9.1

Min: 8.1

Fine: 10.1