Ding! Congratulations, Host. You've reached 10 million performance points and unlocked Chest Upgrade Eligibility.
You may now spend 20 million points to upgrade your Silver Chest to Gold Tier. Once upgraded, Silver Chests will no longer be available. Please choose carefully.
Upon successful upgrade, you will receive a guaranteed Gold Chest reward.
Ding! Upgrade window: 24 hours. If no decision is made within 24 hours, the opportunity will be lost.
A string of ethereal prompts echoed in Luoyu's mind.
His brow lifted in surprise.
He'd just been wondering how to level up his Silver Chest.
He hadn't expected the system to offer it so soon.
But the more he thought about it, the more obvious it became.
This landlord system never missed a chance to squeeze him.
He'd just saved up a little bonus—and now it was already being targeted.
He'd been planning a full-on lottery spree.
A flashy twenty-pull.
Now?
Blocked.
Last time, his ten-pull had given him ten identical "+1 Strength" cards.
He'd nearly spiraled into despair.
If not for two jackpot pulls at the end, he might've rage-quit the system entirely.
This time, he'd wanted to go big.
But according to the system, if he missed this upgrade window, who knew when the next one would come?
Worse still, Silver Chests could only ever yield Gold-tier rewards at best.
If he wanted to truly power up, he'd hit a ceiling.
The system had him by the throat.
He had no choice.
No twenty-pull this time.
But a guaranteed Gold reward?
Not bad.
"System, upgrade the chest. Now."
Ding! Please wait…
Ding! Upgrade successful. Silver Chest has been upgraded to Gold Tier. Upgrade will complete in two working days. Reward will be delivered upon completion.
Luoyu stared at the countdown in his mind's eye and rubbed his nose.
Two working days?
Was this karma for clocking in and out like a salaryman?
If he remembered right, today was Thursday.
Which meant—excluding the weekend—he wouldn't get his reward until Monday.
Still, it was done.
All he could do now was hope the reward would be worth it.
Gold Chests cost 10 million points each—ten times the Silver rate.
If he wanted to do another ten-pull in the future, he'd need to rake in a lot more bonuses.
"Luoyu! I failed to catch the Straw Hats, but that last move of yours—now that's what I call style!"
Garp's booming laugh echoed nearby.
Luoyu exited his mindspace.
If his Observation Haki hadn't failed him, Garp's "pursuit" had consisted of jogging a kilometer, picking his nose, and turning back.
He was clearly letting his precious grandson go.
Luoyu didn't mind.
He'd already fleeced the Straw Hats once.
He could always do it again.
They were still too green—not even worth a Gold Chest yet.
Time to find new sheep to shear.
"Oh, right," Garp said, clapping Luoyu on the shoulder. "Helmeppo found a bunch of pirates blown away by the blast. That Flying Six guy? Lost an arm and a leg, totally charred, still unconscious. You mind if I take him back to HQ?"
"You heard Sengoku. If I show up empty-handed, I might not even get through the Gates of Justice."
As the grandmaster of slacking off, Garp was used to Sengoku's threats.
Bringing back the Flying Six member was just a way to smooth things over.
"He's still alive?" Luoyu raised an eyebrow—but wasn't surprised.
As a Zoan-type Devil Fruit user—especially an Ancient Zoan—his vitality was off the charts.
Add in dual Haki defense?
Even a Hundred-Style Kannon wouldn't reduce him to ash.
Luoyu's eyes lit up as the mangled pirate was carried over.
A bold idea flashed through his mind.
"Vice Admiral Garp, I can't let you use him as a scapegoat."
"I'll handle the transport myself."
"You? Personally?" Garp blinked. "Since when do you take work this seriously?"
"But hey, if you don't mind the hassle, I won't stop you. Worst case, I get a few days off."
"Oh, and Sengoku said to tell you—the World Government wants help tracking down CP9. You can head out tomorrow."
Garp knew better than to push Luoyu.
If he tried to make him leave now, he'd probably get hit with an overtime invoice.
"No need to wait, Vice Admiral. I'm sure Fleet Admiral Sengoku is in a hurry."
"I've got nothing else to do here. Heading out after hours doesn't count as overtime. A little sea breeze sounds nice."
Luoyu adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and took a swig of his drink.
"Helmeppo, has Koby returned yet? Tell him to get back here immediately."
"Make sure that Flying Six guy gets proper treatment. We're the Navy—we save lives. Got it?"
Save lives?
Helmeppo blinked.
He glanced at the pile of charred corpses behind him.
Hundreds of pirates had been reduced to unrecognizable husks.
How did that line up with "saving lives"?
As Luoyu turned and walked away, everyone felt a chill.
A ridiculous thought crept into their minds.
"Vice Admiral Garp," Bogard said, twitching. "Do you think Luoyu's sudden enthusiasm to heal the Flying Six guy… is just so he can use him as bait?"
"To lure out Jack the Drought—for the bounty?"
Everyone froze.
Then nodded.
Even Garp.
Especially when they saw the Flying Six member—supposedly unconscious—twitch at those words.
Confirmed.
Admiral Luoyu really would go after a bounty…
Even if it meant using a disabled man as bait.