Today, a huge pirate ship sailed into the calm Calm Belt.
A Whitebeard skull flag hung high on the mast of the ship.
The Whitebeard Pirates, the pirate crew of the man known as the strongest in this world, had actually come to the Calm Belt.
A tall figure stood at the bow of the ship, his voice tinged with anger.
"Is this the sea where Redfield, that trash, disappeared with Roger's corpse?"
"Yes, Pops, according to our intelligence, Redfield disappeared here. He should be on one of the surrounding islands."
"Good. Don't miss any of the surrounding islands. We'll search them one by one. Roger's corpse cannot fall into the hands of that madman, Redfield."
"Yes, let's go."
The pirate ship sped towards the small island ahead, and Whitebeard gazed at the vast sea with a sigh.
"Roger, let me find a place for you to rest in peace."
"..."
"Hey, Red, over here, over here! Yes, a little more to the left, that's right, that's right."
"Yes, yes, Roger, move a little more to the right."
"Good, good. That's right, it's straight now. Now, nail it."
Another series of clanging sounds, and Finn was overjoyed as he looked at the newly renovated small house.
With Roger now in the family, Finn immediately began his building plan.
After all, they were three big men; they couldn't all live together.
In front of him, the largest main house was Finn's residence, fully equipped with furniture and appliances. Aside from its somewhat peculiar shape, everything else was built to resemble his old home from his previous world.
It was also a way to commemorate his home in the former world.
Redfield's house was in a dark stone cave not far away, and what was currently being built was Roger's house.
Although Finn didn't know why this guy, with two holes poked in his chest, was still alive, he didn't think much of it, adhering to the logic that if transmigration was possible, everything else could be understood.
Instead, the current Roger had some memory loss and showed an inexplicable good impression and obedience towards Finn.
This made Finn overjoyed.
Good people! Everyone in this world is good.
Even this guy, who was clearly a leader of pirates, was so grateful, which showed that the people in this world were definitely law-abiding citizens.
As he thought, Finn was already looking forward to the days after the island opened for business and started making money.
Making money to support his family and marry a wife; not having to fight and kill was quite good too.
What a lovely world of peace.
It seemed he could take some time to go out and explore.
"..."
The wind was gentle, the sun was bright, and birds sang among the flowers. Red and Roger were clanging away.
Finn himself, however, was comfortably lying on the lawn, resting, already fantasizing about the wonderful days ahead.
Suddenly, the harmonious hammering stopped simultaneously.
Redfield and Roger both looked into the distance, frowning slightly. The two said in unison, "Whitebeard?"
No sooner had their voices faded than a furious roar startled Finn from his sweet dream.
"Redfield, an old friend, has come. Come out and meet him."
Redfield and Roger both looked at Finn questioningly.
Although having his sweet dream disturbed was upsetting, since the other party was a friend of his laborers, he let it go.
"Go, go. When friends come, you must treat them well."
With Finn's command, the two vanished in a blink of an eye, their speed making Finn look on with envy.
"I truly admire the strong individuals here. If it weren't for those two systems..."
Thinking about those two suicidal systems, Finn couldn't help but grumble.
"Come on, Ann, let's go out and see. Kuro, you must guard the house well."
"Woof."
Finn patted Kuro's head contentedly, and with Ann, who had grown a bit, following at his feet, he scurried towards the shore.
"..."
Further away, a group of people in Marine uniforms were cautiously observing the area with binoculars.
But strangely, they could only see Whitebeard's pirate ship anchored far out in the middle of the sea, not approaching the shore, with no movement.
And the distant island seemed to be covered by strange mists, making it impossible to clearly see what was happening on it.
At this moment, if Finn had seen the same thing, he would have exclaimed, "Isn't that just pixelation?"
"..."
On the shore, Whitebeard's towering figure was very eye-catching.
The scene shifted, and the originally imposing Whitebeard had turned to stone on the shoreline.
If he didn't know he wasn't senile yet, Whitebeard would never have believed that the person standing before him was Roger.
"Whitebeard, if you have something to say, say it quickly. If not, we're still busy."
Redfield wasn't in a good mood for Whitebeard; his master had given him many tasks today that he hadn't finished yet.
However, Whitebeard was clearly unaware of the current situation. Compared to Roger's resurrection, Redfield had long been forgotten by him.
He took a big stride to Roger's side and, with a solemn expression, lowered his head to look at Roger.
"Are you really Roger?"
He scrutinized Roger for a moment. Although the Roger before him was somewhat strange, the powerful Haki within him could not escape Whitebeard's eyes.
It seemed this wasn't Redfield's doing.
"Roger, how did you end up here?"
"I don't know." Roger shook his head mechanically.
"You don't know?"
Whitebeard fell into confusion, while Redfield on the side was already impatient.
Just as he was about to leave, he saw Finn approaching with a great terror behind him.
"Red, Roger, are these your friends? Why don't you invite them in?" Finn greeted them warmly, his heart excited as he looked at Whitebeard's tall figure: "Oh my, so big! He's a good candidate for a laborer."
"Red, Roger?"
Whitebeard looked at the approaching young man, his headache worsening.
What was going on? Not only were the dead resurrected, but someone dared to address these two monsters like that.
Roger, that guy, didn't really care about how he was addressed when he was in a good mood, but how could Redfield, that stinky bat, tolerate it so much?
The key was, these two monsters didn't get angry when they heard Finn's address; they even seemed a little happy.
Especially that stinky bat, why did he feel like a mere errand boy?
Was this the master that stinky bat mentioned earlier?
The sudden turn of events made Whitebeard somewhat frantic, but he had nowhere to vent.
With a muffled grunt, Whitebeard angrily punched the air with his left fist.
Finn looked at Whitebeard, bewildered, while Redfield's eyes held undisguised mockery.
Sure enough, when Whitebeard punched, the space didn't shatter; instead, the stable space acted like a wall, reflecting Whitebeard's power back.
Crack.
Thud.
The crisp sound of bones breaking and an arm falling drew everyone's attention to Whitebeard.
His left hand, which he had intended to shatter the space with to vent, broke in response.
It felt as if an ordinary person had repeatedly slammed their hand against a wall reinforced with rebar, concrete, and sheet metal, only to have their arm severed by the sheet metal in the end.
However, strangely, there was not a trace of blood at the shoulder of the severed arm.
Finn, wearing glasses, stared in shock at the big oaf before him, speechless for a moment.
What was going on?
Severing an arm upon meeting?
Was this a courtesy in this world?
Or some custom?
Did he have to do it too?
Could he still do hard labor if he broke it like that?
Redfield looked at Whitebeard, laughing triumphantly, and said, "Whitebeard, I advise you to come inside the island and sit down. Oh, by the way, did you bring money?"
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