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"Claim the reward."
Inside his cabin, Logan—now free of all negative effects—felt completely refreshed.
New experience +1.
Worth mentioning: every girl he'd "trained" so far, whether shyly resisting or eagerly joining in at first—a few hours later, their reactions were always the same.
Those who know, know.
[Congratulations, Host! You've received: The Three-Color Haki Training Manual.]
Wait, what now?!
Learn it and instantly awaken Haki of all three types?!
Logan blinked suspiciously and immediately pulled up the system notes.
Description:Through optimization, users can rapidly enhance and master the quality and techniques of all three types of Haki.
Observation Haki: Meditation Training
Armament Haki: Tempering Training
Conqueror's Haki: Dream Training
This manual is suitable for any Haki user who has already awakened their ability.
When Logan finished reading, he could barely contain his excitement.
In short, by following this manual, he could achieve qualitative leaps in power in the shortest time possible—pushing each form of Haki far beyond its usual limits.
Observation Haki that could see into the future, or even hear people's inner voices.
Armament Haki that could destroy from within.
Conqueror's Haki that could coat attacks—and maybe even unleash Observation Kill.
But the one that really blew his mind was the Dream Method for training Conqueror's Haki.
Basically... he could get stronger just by sleeping?!
He currently had twenty Conqueror's Haki fruits, enough to awaken twenty girls to that power.
Once they mastered the Dream Method, wouldn't that mean his crew could soon have twenty Conqueror's Coating users?!
Maybe even twenty people capable of Observation Kill?!
Was this what it felt like to have a game-breaking cheat code?!
Even across the whole One Piece world, there weren't twenty people with Conqueror's Haki.
Conqueror's Coating was even rarer.
And as for Observation Kill—so far, only Shanks had ever shown it.
But that didn't bother Logan. As long as he had time, everything was possible.
One day, he'd lead twenty women who could pull off Observation Kill—blinding and deafening every enemy in sight.
Honestly, when it came to sheer versatility, the strongest Haki wasn't even Conqueror's—it was Observation.
It just became common in the New World, so people forgot how terrifying it could be.
"Alright, time to start training!"
And with that, Logan went straight to bed.
The Next Morning
At the dining table.
Thanks to Valentine's Day and Vivi joining the crew, their once-perfectly-sized table now felt a bit crowded.
"Karlumen, when we reach Alabasta, make sure to get us a bigger table. There are only gonna be more girls on this ship in the future."
"Yes, Captain," Karlumen said with a grin.
"Here, this is for you all."
After a bit of small talk, Logan pulled out several copies of the Three-Color Haki Training Manual.
"Follow the instructions in there. If you stick with it, your Haki strength will shoot up in no time."
The girls exchanged puzzled looks, then started flipping through the pages.
"'See into the future'?! Observation Haki can do that?!"
"Wait, what the hell—'read people's thoughts'?! Seriously?!"
Nami's face twisted. You can actually hear what people are thinking?
That was terrifying!
Wouldn't that mean her secret money stash was doomed?!
"Logan, you haven't... learned to read minds, have you?" Kaya asked, giving him a suspicious look.
Sure, she was a well-bred lady, but even she sometimes thought... certain thoughts. Had Logan heard those too?!
"Yeah, Logan, be honest!" Nami added, glaring. "Have you been eavesdropping on us mentally?"
Logan shook his head. "Not yet. But do I really need to know what you're thinking?"
"When we're doing the I→O thing, don't you already tell me everything yourselves?"
At that, the girls froze, cheeks turning crimson as memories of their moans and murmurs came flooding back.
They ducked their heads in embarrassment, unable to reply.
Why did we bring that up?!
Once again, Logan had completely silenced them.
They couldn't outfight him.They couldn't outtalk him.
It seemed they were doomed to be bullied by him forever.
Ancient Island.
On a beach chair, a tall, lanky man with a big "3" on his head was sipping red tea, clearly enjoying his vacation.
"Hahaha! Only a top agent like me gets to live like this! I almost pity those poor fools still stuck running errands for the Boss!"
The little girl next to him could only stare speechlessly.
"Mr. 3."
"Miss Goldenweek! How many times do I have to tell you—don't say my name out loud in public?! What if someone hears us?!"
The man—Galdino, aka Mr. 3—immediately made a "shh" gesture, then flicked the "3" atop his head.
Miss Goldenweek tilted her head up at him, mentally sighing.
With that huge "3" literally on display, how could anyone not notice him?!
What a narcissist.
"Miss Goldenweek, what've you been staring at all day anyway? You haven't even been enjoying our vacation."
Galdino leaned over and glanced at the paper in her hands.
"It's our latest mission from the Boss," she said calmly, handing it to him.
"What—WHAT?!"
He shrieked, nearly choking on his tea as he spat it all over the sand.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?! If we mess up one of the Boss's missions, we're both dead meat!"
He snatched the paper and skimmed through it, his face quickly darkening.
"Mr. 5—dead. Miss Valentine's Day—defected?!"
"Heh... useless trash," Galdino sneered. "Did she really think she could escape the Boss's reach? What a naïve idiot."
As expected—anyone below rank 3 was nothing but a bunch of weak, brainless fools.
In the end, it was always up to him to clean up their mess.
Once he wrapped up this mission, the Boss would definitely promote him—maybe even make him the new Mr. 1.
Just imagining it made him grin.
"Let's go, Miss Goldenweek. Time to get to work."
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