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Chapter 113: Wyper’s Request

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Devil Fruits typically sold for over 100 million berries. The Celestial Dragons lacked everything except money.

“Feeding such an interesting fruit to a lowly slave will bring about some amusing changes. My brother and I managed to snag it at an auction!” Saint Rontonyo said proudly to Noir, seeing that everyone's interest was piqued.

Noir picked up the fruit curiously. “What does this fruit do?”

Saint Rontoryo, with a mischievous grin, whispered into Noir’s ear, “I heard it’s called the Transparent-Transparent Fruit. It grants the ability to become invisible.”

Noir pushed away his fat face in disgust. Isn't that Absalom’s ability?

The Transparent-Transparent Fruit didn't offer much in terms of combat enhancement. Noir didn't need a support-type Devil Fruit that would also require time to master.

The enemies Noir currently faced were, at the very least, at the level of the Seven Warlords of the Sea. The power boost from the Transparent-Transparent Fruit was simply too insignificant.

Though it would be quite useful for certain… private activities.

But Noir was a pure-hearted individual!

He nudged Wyper’s arm and whispered, “Do me another favor. Pretend to be a slave and win that prize.”

I don’t need it, but it’s not good for it to fall into someone else’s hands…

Wyper stared at Noir, speechless. Didn’t we agree that I would just pretend to be a slave?

the great Warrior God Wyper, would never attack these injured slaves in such a degrading competition!

It would be a disgrace to my name and honor!

“By the way, I also found a treasure at the auction. I heard it’s from a mysterious ruin on an ancient Sky Island. It’s called the Super Dial," Rontonyo added.

Noir’s eyes lit up at those words. He turned to tell Wyper, only to find that he was gone.

Wyper stood proudly in the arena below, his voice booming with excitement.

“Come on! Whoever you are, the Warrior God will show no mercy!”

Noir gaped at Wyper, dumbfounded. Is this guy really that pragmatic?

You're a Warrior God, not a Warrior God of Bargains…

The Celestial Dragons were caught off guard by Wyper's sudden appearance. 

He's as fast as the lunch bell…

But seeing that Wyper was "Saint Rolviff's" slave, they became excited.

“As expected of someone from a prestigious family, even his slaves look so strong!”

“Go on, you beast! Defeat that guy, and I’ll reward you with a few bowls of rice!”

“Useless animal! Charge and kill him!”

The Celestial Dragons’ bestial nature surfaced, their inherent cruelty and bloodlust unleashed as they hurled insults at the slaves around them.

Noir’s expression grew somber as he witnessed the frenzy in the arena.

These Celestial Dragons, adorned in expensive clothes and jewelry, feasted on delicacies every day.

But no matter how extravagant their facade, their insides were rotting with maggots. Their inner ugliness could not be masked by their outward appearance.

Slavery should not exist!

Wyper, looking at the slaves the Celestial Dragons had released, felt a pang of sympathy.

Though he was driven by the desire to obtain the rare Super Dial, Wyper was a man of principle.

Initially, he had assumed that these slaves, constantly whipped and abused by their masters, would be driven mad and aggressive. But he was wrong.

The slaves were in a far worse state than he could have imagined. Their gaunt and emaciated bodies were just the beginning.

What was truly horrifying was their mental state. They were berated and whipped by the Celestial Dragons, yet their faces remained devoid of any expression of pain, not even a flinch.

It wasn't that they didn't feel pain. Wyper sensed that they had become numb to it, desensitized by the constant suffering.

Looking into their vacant eyes, Wyper sighed and closed his own, then charged forward.

He didn't use his Devil Fruit powers. Relying solely on his physical strength, he swiftly defeated all the slaves in the arena.

The stands erupted in a cacophony of insults. Many Celestial Dragons cursed their slaves for their incompetence, while others eyed Wyper with envy.

It had been a long time since they'd seen a slave with such spirit and vitality!

Even with his newly acquired Observation Haki, Wyper could clearly sense the anger and ugliness emanating from everyone present.

Noir said coldly to Saint Rontonyo, “He won. Hand over the prize to the victor.”

Rontonyo, frustrated that his prized possessions were so easily lost, grumbled, “I didn't expect you to have a new dog. Consider me unlucky.” 

Noir took the Devil Fruit and the Super Dial and said to Wyper, who had returned, “Let’s go.”

Wyper didn't turn around. He looked at the slaves with a complicated expression. “They shouldn’t have to live like this.”

Noir glanced back, sighing. “Weakness is a sin.”

Wyper, inheriting the genes of the great warrior Calgara, had an unwavering belief in freedom and the value of life.

He firmly believed that his life was his own, that only by living could he achieve his goals.

But seeing these listless slaves, who seemed indifferent to life and death, filled him with a mixture of emotions.

As they walked back with Noir, Wyper suddenly spoke, “Captain, I want to save those slaves.”

Noir looked at him in surprise. “That’s not like you. Unnecessary compassion will only put us in danger.”

“No matter how tragic their situation is, it's not our responsibility to interfere, is it?”

Wyper shook his head. “It’s not just for the slaves. I want to ease my own conscience.”

Noir scratched his head, sighing. “Just for that reason…”

Wyper nodded. “Every life saved is a victory.”

Besides, kidnapping the Celestial Dragons was already a major crime. Freeing the slaves of Mary Geoise on top of that wouldn't make much of a difference.

“Fine, do as you see fit,” Noir said, turning away. 

A smile spread across Wyper’s face.

Even though the Captain is unreliable and often acts foolish, he still cares about his crew’s feelings.

Noir watched the sun slowly descend, the enchanting sunset casting a warm glow on his face. The distant cacophony of the slave arena rose and fell like waves.

It was a beautiful scene, but the crimson sunlight that bathed the arena felt like a final, macabre celebration for the damned before their descent into hell.

A mysterious smile played on Noir's lips.

Tonight, he would put a stop to the many sins of Mary Geoise.

Noir, posing as Saint Rolviff, belonged to a relatively influential family among the Celestial Dragons. Thus, invitations to the evening banquet were promptly sent to every household.

The heads of the Celestial Dragon families were surprised to find that the invitation was for an engagement party.

Saint Rolviff and Princess Shalria were getting engaged?

The invited Celestial Dragons were shocked. One of the few decent-looking female Celestial Dragons was getting engaged to that ugly freak?

Countless "handsome" Celestial Dragons felt a pang of jealousy and were determined to humiliate Rolviff and, if possible, sabotage the engagement party.

Meanwhile, on the rooftop of Rolviff's mansion, Noir, dressed in black and no longer in disguise, revealed his handsome features.

He wiped his sword, Devil Blade, and patiently waited for the night's events to unfold.

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