Marineford.
Freezing rain mixed with hot blood splashed across Putin's face.
He stood there blankly, gripping a standard-issue musket that felt like an antique while wearing a Marine uniform that didn't fit him at all.
Deafening artillery roared in his ears.
The air was thick with the suffocating smell of gunpowder, blood, and salty sea spray.
A three-meter-tall giant Pirate swung a spiked club, smashing the row of Marines in front of him into pulp.
Blood and gore splattered all over Putin face.
His stomach churned violently, and he threw up.
Just three minutes ago, he was still a 24-year-old marketing professional named Ras Putin.
He had worked 108 consecutive hours on three projects before suffering cardiac arrest.
His life had been defined by outworking his competitors and exhausting himself.
Watching anime was fun, but he would rather die at his desk than be in this shithole!
This was the Summit War!
The legendary battle from the anime where the Whitebeard Pirates fought Marine Headquarters and the Royal Shichibukai to rescue Fire Fist Ace!
And he, Putin, was now the most insignificant person on the battlefield—a Marine cannon fodder.
In the distance, he could see the terrifying power of the Three Admirals: Aokiji's ice, Kizaru's light, and Akainu's magma.
Putin's legs shook uncontrollably.
He worked himself to death just to earn money so he could finally relax!
Now, he had achieved it—he was about to "relax" permanently in a physical sense.
[Ding!]
A cold mechanical voice suddenly rang in Putin's mind.
[Multiverse's Strongest Stall System activated.]
[Detected host in extreme danger. Life severely threatened.]
[Issuing Novice Mission: Business Opportunity in Desperation.]
[Mission Requirement: Host must successfully set up a stall at the Marineford battlefield and keep it open for ten minutes.]
[Reward: Novice Gift Pack x1.]
[Failure Penalty: You will be left to fend for yourself.]
Putin's brain froze for three seconds.
A system? The standard "cheat code" for people who get transported to other worlds?
The spark of hope in his heart was instantly extinguished by the absurd mission details.
Setting up a shop in a battlefield where everyone is practically a walking natural disaster?
He watched as a Marine Rear Admiral shouted, "For justice!" before being blasted into the sky by Whitebeard's shockwave, leaving nothing behind.
He looked down at his own weak body.
Setting up a stall here—what was the difference between this and playing on your phone while driving the wrong way down a highway? No, this was even crazier!
The phrase "Penalty for failure: Left to fend for yourself" weighed heavily on him.
Death was inevitable.
Accepting the mission to set up a stall in the middle of a war seemed no different from being blown up by a stray cannonball.
But what if he was the chosen one, and the attacks avoided him?
Without a cheat ability, surviving in the world of Pirates was absolutely impossible.
'Damn it!' Putin cursed inwardly.
"I accept!"
[Novice Mission Accepted.]
[Novice Stall Set has been delivered to the system space. Please retrieve it at your convenience.]
The next second, Putin felt a weight in his hands.
The heavy musket vanished.
It was replaced by a foldable canvas stool, a collapsible aluminum table, and a blue plastic cloth with "Multiverse Groceries" written on it.
The most absurd part was the single product placed on the table—a bucket of generic instant noodles.
Putin's eye twitched violently at the sight of the familiar packaging.
Like a startled rabbit, he darted through the gaps in the artillery fire, dodging attacks and praying for protection.
He needed to find a safe spot.
Soon, his eyes locked onto the remains of a massive iceberg created by Aokiji.
It was a temporary blind spot.
He rushed over, unfolded the small table in the blink of an eye, spread out the plastic cloth, arranged the cup noodles, and sat down on the stool.
His movements were so fast they left afterimages.
He was as skilled as if his past life hadn't been as a marketing manager, but as a guy applying phone screen protectors under a bridge.
[Ding! Stall successfully set up. Starting ten-minute countdown.]
[9:59]
[9:58]
Putin's heart raced as he kept his eyes and ears open for danger.
Just then, a golden flash streaked across the area in front of him.
It was Admiral Kizaru.
He was preparing to unleash his light attack to clear out a group of Pirates.
However, his lazy gaze was suddenly drawn to the strange little stall in the corner.
Kizaru paused mid-action.
He saw what looked like a young soldier, no more than a teenager, wearing a Marine uniform and sitting stiffly behind a small table.
On the table sat a colorful, round paper bowl he had never seen before.
Amidst the dead bodies and the endless explosions... that soldier was running a shop of all things.
A crack appeared in Kizaru's usually unbothered expression.
He tilted his head, looking confused and amused.
"Oh my... This is really... unexpected..."
A golden light flashed.
Kizaru materialized right in front of Putin's stall.
Though not intentional, an overwhelming pressure filled the air.
Every hair on Putin's body stood on end.
The man before him stood over three meters tall, dressed in a yellow-and-white striped suit, with a mysterious smile on his face.
Borsalino, the Marine's top combatant, codenamed "Kizaru."
The big shot who once said, "Have you ever been kicked at the speed of light?"
Putin felt his breathing get heavy.
"Well now... young man..." Kizaru drawled, pointing curiously at the cup noodles on the table.
"You're here... selling things?"
His tone was full of amusement and confusion.
It was like spotting a rabbit knitting a sweater in the middle of a lion's den.
Putin's Adam's apple bobbed nervously. He could smell the faint scent of gunpowder coming from Kizaru.
[System Warning: Host must maintain the identity of a stall owner and actively promote products. Failure to comply will result in mission failure.]
The warning in his mind felt more deadly than Kizaru's scary presence.
Putin closed his eyes, then snapped them open.
'Damn it, if I die, I die!'
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Have no idea if this book gonna get banned for the cover and the mc name, Read it while you can hahaha