Sabaody Archipelago
Mangrove No. 1, Auction House
The last ti Vir was here, he took down three Celestial Dragons in a single move, causing this place to be shut down for quite a while.
Doflamingo had been furious.
Now that the heat had finally died down, the auction house had reopened.
This ti, the scale of the auction was exceptionally grand.
A large number of nobles, pirates, kings, and other prominent figures had been drawn in.
Doflamingo had brought in a massive haul of high-quality "goods" for this event.
anwhile, in the back of the auction house—
The slave holding area.
Everything was the sa as before—people of all races were imprisoned here. Beautiful little girls with delicate features, mature won with fair skin and long legs—they were all present in abundance.
This ti, Doflamingo had really gone all out.
Of course, the most nurous among them were the rmaids.
Despite Jinbe’s efforts to liberate many of the rmaids from Fish-Man Island, quite a few had still been captured.
And now, those rmaids were all gathered here.
They were cramd into a not-too-large aquarium—due to limited space and the sheer number of "premium goods", this arrangent was unavoidable.
Each rmaid in the tank wore an explosive collar around their neck, their faces filled with despair.
If there was any noticeable difference from before, it was the absence of a certain old man.
But among these rmaids, there was one who stood out from the rest.
Short hair, a thin purple veil-like garnt, a hood covering her head—and unlike the others, her lower body wasn’t covered in scales but had a smooth, dolphin-like black tail.
She was the proprietor of the rmaid Café, the blue shark rmaid, Shyarly.
Compared to the others, she remained far calr—though deep worry was still etched on her face.
Because in this situation, there was almost no chance of anyone coming to save them.
The Fish-n couldn’t possibly launch a rescue—the mont they showed themselves, hordes of greedy humans would swarm them.
Outside, the slaves were being taken away one by one, never to return.
With each despairing slave led away, the fear among the rmaids grew stronger.
The terror kept deepening.
Since rmaids were rare commodities, they had been scheduled for last.
anwhile, high above Sabaody Archipelago—
A door materialized in midair.
As it swung open, a figure stepped out.
Vir looked down at the familiar scenery below and nodded.
Good, the door didn’t open in the wrong place.
The coordinates were spot-on.
Alright, now to find a way to Fish-Man Island.
Just hitch a ride on a coated ship.
Shirahoshi’s situation seed urgent—Jinbe had called him again today.
He said that Princess Shirahoshi had beco increasingly sensitive lately.
Even the slightest sound would trigger an extre reaction from her.
Just yesterday, she hadn’t eaten a single bite of food.
And the whole "crying until she had no tears left" wasn’t just an exaggeration.
Seeing how dire things were, Vir had rushed over as fast as he could.
Now that he’d arrived at Sabaody, his Observation Haki, capable of covering the entire island, allowed him to perceive everything in an instant.
He quickly located a coated ship, but he also noticed sothing else.
His gaze shifted toward Mangrove No. 1, and his brow furrowed.
He’d always known Fish-Man Island’s combat strength was as weak as soggy tissue paper—
But he hadn’t expected it to be this bad.
And Queen Otohi still went on about peacefully coexisting with humans?
With such massive value attached to their kind and barely any combat ability, did they really think they could just waltz onto land and live in harmony with humans?
How naive.
They were completely blind to reality. Did they really think building a good relationship with humans would solve everything?
There aren’t that many rule-followers in this world. Even if the World Governnt acknowledged your status and gave you land—
How would you defend it?
Absolutely useless.
But if Fish-Man Island had, say, a Yonko-level powerhouse and a few Yonko Commander-level subordinates—
Then hey, you could go wherever the hell you wanted.
Who would dare complain? Who would even think of ssing with you without first weighing if they were even worth a damn?
In the world of pirates, the only thing you can truly rely on—the only thing worth trusting—
Is your own strength.
Everything else is garbage.
The Fish-n aren’t lacking in talent. They just refuse to focus on improving themselves. It’s baffling.
Though Vir didn’t agree with Fish-Man Island’s misplaced priorities, he still had to save them.
Besides, he’d been feeling a little bad about just kidnapping their princess outright.
And now, a gift had practically fallen into his lap.
That’s right—those dozen or so rmaids in the tank.
Vir had already decided they’d be his gift to King Neptune.
Back in the auction house, the rmaids were being brought out onto the stage one after another.
Sky-high bids kept rolling in, and the sold rmaids waited briefly offstage.
They’d be collected by their buyers once the auction concluded.
Soon, the auction reached its final item.
"Ladies and gentlen! Our last, most exclusive item of the day!"
"A mature, alluring rmaid!"
As the announcer spoke, he yanked off the cloth covering the tank.
The mont Shyarly’s appearance was revealed, the crowd erupted into frenzy.
Inside the tank, Shyarly’s eyes filled with despair.
The ravenous gazes from below made it clear—no matter who bought her, her fate would be horrific.
But before the auctioneer, his eyes red with excitent, could even begin hyping up the crowd—
A figure materialized beside him.
A hand rested on his shoulder.
The sudden appearance startled the man—he didn’t rember this being part of the script.
Turning his head, he saw a completely unfamiliar (yet sohow vaguely recognizable) face.
Without hesitation, he imdiately went for the gun at his waist—
*CRACKLE!*
A bolt of lightning struck.
The man was instantly reduced to ashes.
"Who the hell are you?! This is Donquixote Doflamingo’s territory!"
Behind Vir, a swarm of guards rushed forward, their expressions wary.
No one had clearly seen what just happened, so they were hesitant to act.
But then—
Vir snapped his fingers.
The guards surrounding him were instantly incinerated.
Not a single trace remained.
And along with them—
Everyone else in the room.
That’s right. Every single person in the auction house died.
Turned to dust in the air.
No exceptions. No survivors.
From the mont Vir appeared to the end—
Three seconds.
Three seconds, and the only ones left were the captured slaves.
Inside the tank behind him, Shyarly’s eyes widened, her mouth hanging open in shock.
She stared blankly at the man who had, without saying a word, annihilated everyone in the room.
Even soone as composed as her was completely stunned by Vir’s ruthless efficiency.
The sheer shock on her face was impossible to hide.
Vir glanced around the now-silent auction house and smiled.
Human trafficking, huh? Don’t bla for killing you.
For these bastards, he had always had a simple policy: kill on sight.
Turning back to Shyarly, he grinned.
"Do you know the way to Fish-Man Island?"
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