Os scrambled to his feet, eyes wide with horror as he stared at the pirates lining both sides of the street, still reeling from the shock.
Klein pulled out his Den Den Mushi and called the person in charge of the slave auction house.
"Moshi moshi, this is Klein."
"I've got a big haul—captured quite a few pirates over here!"
"······"
Gulp—
The voice on the other end audibly swallowed in shock, stunned. "How many?? A few thousand pirates???"
He was completely floored by the number.
In just two or three days, Klein's "business" alone had nearly matched an entire year's worth of pirate slave quota!
A wholesale pirate slaver?
You're supposed to be a Marine!!
Brutal.
Pirate Nesis?
No.
He was a bona fide Pirate Slayer!
In just a few days, he'd swept clean the Sabaody Archipelago, a living, breathing Grim Reaper!
The Den Den Mushi mimicked the wide, giddy grin of the person on the other end.
"Lord Klein, please wait a mont! I'll be there shortly with a team to do a full count!"
"We'll get there as fast as humanly possible!"
Hearing they were about to be sold to the slave auction house, the pirates' faces twisted in utter despair.
It was like being swallowed by an abyss of darkness.
They'd reached… the darkest mont of their lives.
The thieves' hearts shattered.
Ripper Jack's heart felt like shattered glass. "Damn it, damn it! Why did we run into such a monster?"
"They say monsters run rampant in the New World—but we're not even there yet and already t one. How terrifying must the New World be!?"
Black Crow Edward, captain of the pirate crew, roared,
"We trekked across the seas, overca hardship after hardship, beat all sorts of strong enemies, and now—now we didn't even get a chance to fight back before getting crushed. Damn it! DAMN IT!"
Gerard the Longarm Warrior:
"Didn't even get to see the New World before hitting a wall like this… must be karma from eight lifetis ago!"
"This is just so damn unfair!!"
Beast Rider Hall:
"How can the gap be so huge? We're strong—damn strong—but in front of him…"
"We're smaller than ants. Humans… how can humans be this powerful!?"
"······"
Just stepped out of the tutorial village, and boom—final boss.
Guys… who else can relate?
Klein's appearance and overwhelming power had been a literal dinsional collapse for them.
Unlike Kizaru, who always went "Scary scary~" while casually kicking away Supernovas, Klein?
He delivered MVP-tier performance—
And his score?
0-0-0!
While Klein's record was 1-0-0—and that "1" was a Marine.
So technically, his pirate score was still 0-0-0?
No comparison!
Kizaru that lazy bastard barely lifted a finger.
But Klein? Klein's anti-pirate track record was fully verifiable.
Not the sa. Not even close.
You can't asure Klein with just numbers.
Becoming a slave… was a fate worse than death. A tornt worse than execution.
The next second—
Klein raised his left hand to his ear.
Snap!
A crisp snap echoed—
Followed by a warm farewell.
"Goodnight, everyone~!"
"Sleep tight, or you'll be having nightmares!"
A red light flickered in Klein's pupils, and black-red lightning crackled out in all directions.
With a thunderous sweep, every pirate dropped like flies!
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Like dominoes, they collapsed in perfect unison.
"Hehe—" Klein chuckled, not taking the pirates seriously in the slightest.
"Conqueror's Haki really is handy for scrubs."
"Doesn't damage the body—makes them sell better!"
"Conqueror's Haki is the best. Gotta unlock it. Every strong person needs it. You'll know once you've used it."
Of course, he knew full well that being sold into slavery was a terrible end for these pirates.
But Klein was no saint.
Still, he thick-skinnedly praised himself:
"At least I'm living up to the word 'Justice' on this cape."
Soon enough—
The auction house manager arrived and took one look at the unconscious sea of pirates. Dozens of pirate captains with tens of millions in bounties.
He gasped again and again, scalp tingling with disbelief.
They were unhard—so why were they all out cold?
Could it be… a Devil Fruit power?
He didn't dare ask. He just ordered his n to bind the pirates imdiately.
The pirate captains were shackled in steel cuffs, steel leg irons, even steel chains.
Iron cages were rolled out—though there weren't enough, so only the captains got the luxury of a deluxe single-cell suite.
The small fries?
They were tied up skewer-style, like candied hawthorns.
Thousands of pirates—it was quite the spectacle.
Not a single one of them resisted. The slave traders were shaken to their core.
Naturally, Klein called in reinforcents from his own Marine squad as well as the Sabaody base to assist.
The manager worked up a sweat handling it all.
Several hours later, after the count was done, he reported to Klein:
"Lord Klein, the total value of these pirates cos to 500 million Berries. Will that be acceptable?"
It was a very fair price. After all, most pirates weren't worth much—only the bounty holders had value.
"Good. Also, help sell their ships and the supplies on board," Klein ordered.
The manager nodded imdiately, "Yes sir. Here's 300 million Berries for now—couldn't prepare more on short notice. I'll get the rest to you within the day."
anwhile—
Os, under Bill's supervision, finished tallying up all of Ayer's hoarded assets.
Only about 100 million Berries remained.
The rest? Ayer had blown it all on wine, won, and reckless spending.
Klein clicked his tongue again in disdain:
"Just how flashy was this guy's life? Living in the money-soaked Sabaody Archipelago for years and only saved 100 million?"
"Man… that used to be the life I dread of!!"
He used to dream of staying in the Four Seas Branch, marrying seven or eight wives, and living like so shaless local tyrant.
"Co on, Os. Ti to unwind!" Klein clapped him on the shoulder and headed for Sabaody's most luxurious bathhouse.
The "precious (black)" spear was forged through tempering.
Ti to slowly help Os get over his problem of blushing and fainting from contact with won…
Os tensed up imdiately. "L-Lord Klein, I-I think I'll pass…"
"You're going. No argunts!" Klein threw an arm around his shoulders and called out to the Marines behind him,
"You all go have fun. The tab's on today—Young Master Klein's treat!"
"WOOHOO!!!"
"Thank you, Lord Klein!!"
"LOYAL ORANGE!"
"·····"
In the bathhouse—
Klein and Os were both shirtless, enjoying professional massages.
Except…
The one massaging Os was a male masseur.
Klein knew you had to take it slow—jumping straight into the deep end might worsen Os's aversion to won…
Worse yet, he might develop gynophobia… or even turn gay.
And that would be his fault. A huge sin.
This way was easier to accept.
"Mmm—reminds of the old days, giving massages in school just to make ends et." Klein reminisced.
Those were hard tis…
Working his fingers to the bone for 5,000 Berries a session, pouring all his earnings into gas at the end of the month.
He never got to enjoy a thing himself.
Tragic… and yet he still had fun.
That's what growth ant.
Since going to sea, he'd raked in nearly 1 billion Berries in just a few days.
Now this was the good life—
The ocean was the true destiny of every real man!
Klein muttered in his heart,
"Damn… if only the system had awakened earlier…"
"I could've caught the early wave and beco a Marine Admiral at age 8!"
In ani style: like little Ace, Luffy, and Sabo in tiny suits, draped in Justice capes.
Tsk tsk tsk—
They'd probably need ultra-mini custom uniforms. They'd look up at pirates with tiny round heads.
Still, kind of cute, honestly.
anwhile, Os couldn't stop thinking about Klein wiping out thousands of pirates with just a look.
That overwhelming power…
That earth-shattering scene haunted his mind.
Back then, he had a single thought—This is what a Marine should be!
Looking back, what frustrated him most was that—
As Klein's subordinate, he couldn't help at all.
He'd just been protected the entire ti.
It left a bitter taste in his mouth.
"Lord Klein, c-could you… teach how to get stronger?" Os turned his head, eyes burning with determination.
Klein opened his eyes, eting Os's gaze with a smile.
"You wanna get strong, huh?"
"I do!"
Os's voice rang out with conviction—filled with yearning for strength.
"Being a sniper and becoming top-tier… that's pretty tough."
Klein's mind drifted to the likes of Van Augur, Yasopp, and Usopp.
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