The pinnacle of pirates begins with deceiving fate!

"I think you wild monkeys have had your brains ruined by the Celestial Dragons, thinking everyone is easy to fool, don't you?"

"You sissy who licks the dick of a cerebral palsy Celestial Dragon!"

"You! You! You..."

The slave trader was stunned by the scolding; his face visibly flushed red, and he opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

"The price has gone up, 1.5 billion now, do you want it?"

John had a lot of contempt for these slave traders. If it weren't for making money off them and letting Pete and his traitors experience what it's like to be chased by slave ships, he wouldn't have bothered with these wild monkeys.

"Fifteen billion?!"

"twenty……"

"Yes! Yes! Fifteen billion it is!"

The slave trader wanted to haggle a bit more, but when he saw that the other party was going to raise the price again, he hurriedly agreed.

"You're really shameless! Tell me honestly, did Figarando Garin Saint damage your brain?"

"Damn it! Stop cursing! If you keep cursing, I'm not doing business with you anymore!"

"..."

After everything was discussed and arranged, John looked up at the sky through the huge crack in the dome.

The golden ship and the treasure were still floating in the clouds. Maintaining the magnetic levitation was not as physically demanding as expected, and in fact, it even earned them a lot of energy.

He used lightning to create a regular and powerful artificial magnetic field, which he used to levitate the golden ship and treasure above the clouds.

Next, using itself as a "conductor," it cuts magnetic field lines in a specific way within this ordered magnetic field, thereby achieving the effect of generating electricity from magnetism.

Simply put, electricity generates magnetism to form a magnetic field, and then the magnetic field generates electricity.

Since he is the embodiment of natural thunder, the electricity generated by magnetism can be regarded as an energy source to replenish himself.

"Have I become a perpetual motion machine?"

"wrong!"

John shook his head. This only replenished the physical strength consumed by the Devil Fruit, but its essential nature as a living being remained unchanged.

They still need to eat and drink.

But he was already very satisfied with this. From now on, he could use the sky as a storage bag and just throw anything he couldn't carry into the sky.

When you want to use it, just pull it down from the sky.

With a "mental network" that has an extremely wide range of perception, it's just that amazing!

"If the meteorites that Fujitora pulled down were that terrifying, who could stop me if I pulled down an iron meteorite?"

John smiled meaningfully, then leaped into the air and burst through the crack in the dome.

Because of the use of elemental transformation, no sound was generated, so Pete and his group, who were diving for treasure around the island, were completely unaware.

Several days later, in the Western Sea, in the Kingdom of Ilusia.

Ilusia is a member state of the World Government. Its territory is spotless and it is known as the most beautiful country in the West Sea.

The country was divided into an upper city and a lower city, and like the Goa Kingdom in the East Sea, it was a successful example of a "separate society".

On a street in downtown, a dark-haired man wearing an orange printed short-sleeved shirt and white shorts walked through the crowd. His handsome face and melancholy eyes attracted the attention of many young women.

"Where did this model come from? He's so handsome!"

"Even models aren't this handsome. Could he be a superstar from the Grand Line?"

"I don't care anymore, I'm going to go up there and ask him for his contact information!"

Looking at the long-haired brown woman blocking his way, John sighed inwardly again. Before the shy woman could muster the courage to speak, he politely declined:

"Sorry, I like men."

After saying that, John walked past the brown-haired beauty, leaving her disheveled in the wind, and strode away.

When he reached the entrance of a small alley, he suddenly slipped inside and hid.

"Sigh, I've already been low-key enough, why do people keep coming to bother me?"

John leaned against the wall, looking up at the sky listlessly.

He arrived in Ilusia the night before last. The first thing he did was sneak into a closed barbershop, cut off his long hair, and dye his purple hair black, giving him a complete makeover.

Her hairstyle was just a simple side part, and she wore cheap clothes, yet she was still the center of attention in the crowd.

"If being handsome is a sin, then my bounty should already be over a hundred billion."

Being too handsome can be a problem.

“Brubrubru”

Just as John was worrying about how to be more discreet, his Den Den Mushi rang.

He took out a Den Den Mushi (a type of electric scooter) and covered its eyes to prevent it from being imitated, before answering the call.

"I've arrived in Ilucia. Where shall we trade?" Morgans's voice, barely containing his excitement, rang out.

Upon hearing this, John closed his eyes and used his "Mind Network" to follow the Den Den Mushi's radio waves, quickly locking onto Morgans's voice in the southern mountains.

"You just wait for me where you are, I'll come find you."

John threw out a sentence, hung up the phone without waiting for a response, and walked quickly out of the alley toward the city.

Chapter 25 Trading

The lower city of Ilusia was open, directly connected to the port, mountains, villages, etc., without any obstructions.

The upper city, located in the center of the lower city, was separated from the lower city by a huge circular wall and was accessible only to nobles and related personnel working within it.

The upper city gate has two entrances: one is a huge gilded archway reserved for nobles, and the other is open to servants, merchants, and other related staff.

At this time, the noble passage was deserted, and only after a long while would a carriage or a nobleman surrounded by servants pass by on foot.

Meanwhile, long queues formed at the work entrance, and guards thoroughly checked everyone entering and exiting to prevent theft or smuggling of items or weapons.

John, hands in his pockets and a cigarette dangling from his lips, swaggered toward the nobles' passage, passing right past the guards who were about to salute.

Unimpeded!

It wasn't that the guards remembered him leaving from the upper town in the early morning; they were simply intimidated.

It wasn't about using "Conqueror's Haki"; it was just a very simple psychological question.

If one's appearance and demeanor meet the requirements, coupled with a very confident and self-assured manner, even guards who don't know him will assume he is a guest invited by a nobleman.

It doesn't matter if the clothes are cheap, as long as the material is decent and the person is a good clothes hanger. If the guards can't recognize the brand, they'll just think they're ignorant.

However, the most important thing is... to be bold!

The guards didn't believe that the commoners in the lower city would dare to walk proudly through the noble passage, nor did they dare to stop them.

If you anger a distinguished guest, the consequences will be dire!

Just like in John's hometown, there was a fraudster who impersonated the top official in a municipal government unit and worked there for many years before being discovered...

As you pass through the archway, the air seems to change; the hustle and bustle is replaced by the rich fragrance of flowers, making you feel refreshed and relaxed.

John walked across the perfectly cut white marble floor tiles, his destination clear: a luxurious estate. He pushed open the ornate iron gate and went inside.

There happened to be four pretty maids pruning flowers in the courtyard. When they heard footsteps, they turned around and their faces turned red when they saw who it was.

The sounds of his young mistress's joyful, high-pitched, and even almost wanton voices from last night involuntarily echoed in his mind.

A whole night!

"Ladies, you've worked hard."

John greeted the maids politely and went straight into the mansion, heading directly to the young lady's bedroom.

The moment the gilded wooden door was pushed open, a fragrant breeze wafted out, and then a soft, delicate body carrying the baby crashed into John's arms.

"John, where have you been? I miss you so much!"

The countess's daughter, Marlo Adela, pressed herself against John's strong chest, gazing up at him with boundless affection in her beautiful sapphire blue eyes.

John raised his hand and placed it on Adela's head, his fingertips gently brushing through her long, pink, wavy hair.

In contrast to his gentle movements, his voice was cold and distant.

"I'm leaving."

Upon hearing this, Adela's eyes faltered for a moment, then were filled with the fear of separation.

"Why? Where are you going?"

Do you know?

John's fingertips slid down Adela's delicate face, stopping beside her fair chin, and he gently caressed her full red lips with the pad of his thumb.

"A woman's most beautiful appearance is at first sight; she is gentle, beautiful, and gives people endless freshness and a sense of endless exploration."

"Now, I want to etch your most beautiful image into my mind and leave your fragrance in my olfactory memory."

"Good luck."

After saying that, John gently pushed Adela away, and walked into the balcony through the French windows of the large bed, which still retained a romantic atmosphere after a night of passion.

On the balcony, there is a black iron box that is two meters long and half a meter wide.

"John! Wait! I'll come with you!"

Adela snapped out of her reverie, her bare feet, painted with scarlet nail polish, hurried to the balcony.

John grabbed the black iron box, turned back to Adela with a slight smile, and then jumped off the second floor without hesitation.

"John! Please don't go, I beg you!"

Adela lay on the balcony, watching the man's retreating figure in the courtyard, sobbing uncontrollably.

Love is most intense when passion first arises.

There were no arguments due to personality clashes, no oppressive feeling from the harsh realities of life, and no haggling over personal gains...

Only the purest love.