"I didn't even feel it, and it's already 150 times?"
Smoker's expression was grim, mixed with a hint of guilt.
The 50,000 reward points were military funds allocated to him by Fleet Admiral Sengoku, not his private money.
It would have been fine if he had bought a certain item,
but now a full 30,000 had been used to buy random keys, with nothing left. How was he supposed to explain this to Navy Headquarters?
Wouldn't Fleet Admiral Sengoku be furious if he found out?
But the purchase record was right in front of him, making it impossible to fake.
Smoker also gradually recalled his memory of frantically refreshing the Game House.
"How did I not realize it?"
Smoker's face was full of regret; he wished he could slap himself twice.
At that time, when he was buying random keys, it was as if he was possessed, constantly wanting to replace items that fit. He thought that 200 reward points were not expensive, and before he knew it, he had spent all his savings.
Even if he realized it now, if he had reward points, he would definitely still be unable to resist buying random keys.
That feeling of anticipation, like buying a lottery ticket, and the urgency of wanting to become stronger, made it difficult for any player to control themselves.
It's over.
Smoker covered his head, standing dumbfounded in place.
"If you don't have enough reward points, you can buy a Fate Lock to temporarily lock this item."
Fang Yi kindly reminded him, "A locked Fate item will not be replaced by the Game House when it refreshes seven days later; only four new items will appear."
Four?
How could that be!
What if the new item that was supposed to appear was a top-tier piece of equipment?
Smoker, who was originally struggling, instantly jolted upon hearing this.
"Mr. Merchant, please wait a moment…"
Smoker took out his Den Den Mushi, dialed Navy Headquarters' Den Den Mushi, and then, steeling himself, said, "Fleet Admiral Sengoku, all the military funds you just gave me have been used up. Can you allocate more?"
In his palm,
the Den Den Mushi, which could mimic the caller's expression, changed from bewildered to confused, and finally to exasperated.
Enduring Fleet Admiral Sengoku's scolding, interspersed with the faint protests of a group of Vice Admirals, and Smoker's pledge to secure the first kill of Soul Reaper.
Smoker ultimately bought the Fire Poison Art scroll and still had 20,000 reward points remaining.
"Damn Smoker!"
"If you can't get the first kill of Soul Reaper, you'll be catching pirates for the Navy for the rest of your life!"
Although Sengoku was angry,
since he had given the order to allocate military funds, he would not be indecisive.
Smoker needed 20,000 reward points, so he directly used military funds to exchange for another 50,000 reward points, ensuring that Smoker could obtain enough power to deter pirates and the Revolutionary Army.
Fang Yi asked with a smile, "Do you still want to buy random keys?"
"I…"
Smoker's body turned into smoke.
Within the purple toxic gas, there was a faint reddish glow. The Lv.1 Fire Poison Art was not enough to achieve a complete transformation and enhancement.
Sengoku's image appeared in Smoker's mind, and he felt a little guilty. Two seconds later, he gritted his teeth and said, "Buy!"
If he didn't buy it, the weak Fire Poison internal energy wouldn't be effective.
Everything was for the Navy and justice!
Blood mist and Yin energy eroded the ground, and the Death Scythe harvested the battlefield, constantly burning away players' health.
"Despicable humans, die!"
Deep within the dilapidated Ghost Town, there were collapsed courtyards and shattered streets everywhere.
At the very center, on a scarlet stone pillar, countless chains pierced through Soul Reaper's hands, feet, and internal organs, restraining its movements and abilities.
Only the Death Scythe, condensed from Yin energy above its head, could be wielded through its will.
Even so,
it had made countless players unable to resist. The weaker ones couldn't even withstand the Yin energy erosion and were forced to retreat to the edge of Death Island.
Doflamingo's face was gloomy as he said, "Sengoku actually dared to defy the World Government. That truly surprised me."
Beside him, barely visible threads extended outwards, covering an area of fifty meters around him.
If anyone approached, they would trigger the trap array, instantly igniting high-explosive black powder.
This was a defensive trap technique released in conjunction with the String-String Fruit.
There was no other reason;
it was purely because Garp's fists, when he went all out, were too hard. If he hadn't become a player, he would have been knocked down by him long ago.
Fortunately, with the [Puppeteer]'s trap techniques,
he could control various mechanical puppets, set up bizarre and unique trap arrays, and with the help of the String-String Fruit, he could easily trick a muscle-brained guy like Garp.
"According to the game prompt, the most basic Soul Reaper is in its weakest state, and it will become stronger and stronger later on."
"The first kill is the easiest."
Veins throbbed on Doflamingo's forehead as he looked at the Soul Reaper, enveloped in deathly Yin energy, feeling a sense of not knowing where to start.
Easy was relative.
The Game Merchant probably didn't consider the strength of them, the players, at all.
Just like the pirates he could easily kill were also bullies who could slaughter villages.
And they, the players, were like those unarmed villagers, who had to exert all their strength to inflict even slight damage on Soul Reaper.
"Whether it's the Navy or the Revolutionary Army, let them all become my stepping stones!"
Doflamingo spread his arms, scattering countless gray-black wooden blocks.
These wooden blocks looked like meticulously carved artworks: two hundred infantrymen holding shields and spears, and four knights riding warhorses.
Silk threads fell down,
sticking to these wooden blocks, and wisps of energy capable of animating inanimate objects surged in along the silk threads.
[Puppeteer's Mechanical Art].
It was just like Smoker's poisonous blood.
It was the source of energy flowing within Doflamingo's body, currently an energy that flowed like water within him.
Once further strengthened, it could transform into a physical core.
It was precisely these mechanical art energies that allowed Doflamingo to freely wield skills related to the Puppeteer.
Bang, bang, bang.
The ground trembled.
The two hundred shield infantrymen, in perfectly synchronized postures, led by the warhorse knights, directly rose from the ground and charged towards Soul Reaper.
These Puppeteer legions felt no pain, no fear.
They were like tireless undead.
They could even slaughter an entire country within half a day.
Shields, spears!
The two hundred shield infantrymen quickly pressed together, mechanical gears turning, chains hooking, beginning to merge like precise instruments.
One hundred of the infantry became shields, and the other one hundred became spears.
They were gripped by the four figures who had merged into a giant cavalryman, and then thrown out with all their might like javelins.
A series of whooshing sounds echoed.
The air coiled into sharp currents, and space seemed to be torn and distorted.
"Stop right there!"
The one who roared was the Revolutionary Army Leader, Dragon.
He leaped high, his wind-element dragon wings flapping behind him, instantly appearing in front of the giant cavalryman.
Facing the terrifying blow,
starting from his chest, where the core of his wind dragon bloodline was condensed, countless tiny dragon scales appeared densely, extending all the way to his arms.
True Wind Dragon Form.
Such an overloaded activation of dragon blood would lead to uncontrollable dragonization of the body.
His rationality would also temporarily become abnormal, making him more like those bloodthirsty and life-indifferent terrifying demonic beasts.
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