One Piece: Starting with the Immortal Rocks Pirates

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I overheard conversations on the warship; it seemed to be a government salvage vessel, a unit specifically tasked with collecting Devil Fruits for the World Government.

"Retrieving Devil Fruits from the deep sea... There just happened to be one on the ship. Looks like we're in luck today."

Count Red smiled slightly, drew his umbrella sword, and leaped across thousands of meters as if he had a pair of invisible wings, heading towards several warships.

Moments later, the warship sank to the ground as wreckage.

Time flies, and the day of the trade fair is fast approaching.

The port was filled with all kinds of pirate ships, more lively than ever before.

Countless pirates, harboring dreams of immortality, flocked to this place.

"It's really spectacular, so many ships, each with a different pirate on board."

The port was already full, so Crocodile had to maneuver a small boat to land beside a sea cliff.

However, even on the remote northern coast, they were not the only boats docked there.

Dimon jumped off the ship first, and then, on a whim, transformed into the "Centenarian Swordsman" Yamamoto Genryusai.

With two days left until the trade fair, Dimon, the brewer and the main character, couldn't make an early appearance. He had to change his identity and first scout out the pirates who would be landing on the island.

Crocodile moored the ship, and when he turned around, he saw that his older brother had turned into an old man.

"Last time in Loguetown you were a 10-year-old brat, and this time you're an old man?"

He silently grumbled to himself, "What a bizarre hobby!"

“Let’s go, Saki, let’s go to town and take a look.”

"Could you please stop calling me Saki? I'm a man now!"

Crocodile followed Dimon, protesting from behind.

"Your previous Devil Fruit was stolen back for you by me, so it doesn't count. If you want alcohol, you'll need to get another Devil Fruit," Dimon teased. "Want me to give you a drink on credit, Saki?"

A chill ran down my spine!

Crocodile quickly shook his head, "No need! There are so many pirates gathered on this island, it's the same if I just steal one."

Upon hearing this, Dimon raised his eyebrows.

"Then you need to work harder. There are plenty of pirates who can sail to the Hive with bounties of over 100 million."

"I am not weak either!"

Crocodile was extremely confident that he couldn't defeat the officers on Whitebeard's ship, let alone the pirates from Beehive Island.

He is a noble Logia-type Devil Fruit user!

"Then follow me, let's go to the best bar here first."

Soon, the two arrived in town.

Xia Qi's rip-off bar.

The legendary bar on Beehive Island still bears the same name, but Shakky is no longer there.

Upon arriving at the tavern, they saw corpses scattered all over the ground.

To be precise, they weren't corpses, but a group of pirates with bruised faces and covered in wounds, lying on the ground howling in pain.

Dimon ignored him and strode toward the tavern door.

"Don't go in, you'll get beaten up!"

Not far away, a group of pirates who were watching shouted loudly.

Dimon paused, then heard the man say:

"Any pirate with a bounty of less than 100 million will be beaten out as soon as they go in. These are all over the ground."

"Moreover, one of the Five Peaks is inside, the legendary... um?!"

Halfway through his sentence, the pirate suddenly froze, staring intently at Dimon's face for a moment before his expression turned to surprise.

"You are that centenarian, Yamamoto Gen..."

Before he could finish saying his name, the pirate was blasted away by a burst of Armament Haki and crashed into a nearby house.

Dimon glanced at it and continued walking inside.

"Thank you for reminding me, but don't get the nickname wrong. It's 'Centenarian Swordsman.' If there's a next time, I'll chop off your dog's head with one sword."

The onlookers gasped in astonishment.

"It's that old man who defeated Wang Zhi in the news...that guy!"

"What just happened? What did he do? He sent that person flying!"

"Shh...it's best not to mess with him, he's a ruthless guy!"

"The island is teeming with powerful pirates right now, so it's best to keep a low profile for now!"

As Dimon walked into the tavern, instantly all eyes turned to him.

One of the tall, bald men stood up and walked over with a sinister grin.

"I heard you! You're the one who defeated Wang Zhi in the news!"

"There's no reward, but you can come in. As for him..."

As he spoke, the bald pirate narrowed his eyes, staring at Crocodile, and after a moment of recollection, sneered:

"Crocodile, with 8100 million bounty, is a rookie pirate this year, but trash like you doesn't deserve to drink here!"

Crocodile was pleased to be recognized.

But being called trash really upset him.

"If you want to fight, go outside."

Dimon casually gave an order and walked straight to the bar.

There was only one person sitting at the bar, wearing a bright red suit, with an umbrella sword beside him, and he was drinking very elegantly.

The surrounding pirates were initially startled when they saw Dimon walk toward the bar, but then they laughed gleefully.

That's the Red Earl, one of the Five Peaks; no one dares to sit next to him.

"Hehe, this is going to be good." Someone chuckled softly.

Count Red noticed Dimon's footsteps and said without turning his head:

"I didn't forbid people from sitting next to me, it's just that they didn't dare to get close without permission."

Chapter 105 The Remnants Appear! The Flame-Flame Fruit, "Blazing Soul" Babel

"Hello, Count Red, I am Yamamoto Genryusai."

Dimon noticed a round package hanging from the other person's waist and guessed it was a Devil Fruit.

This is a golden apple!

Dimon strolled leisurely to the bar and ordered a Margarita from the bartender.

The Red Earl glanced at the old man sitting next to him out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Have we met?"

"It's our first time meeting, would you like me to buy you a drink?"

Count Red narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "I was born with Observation Haki, which allows me to read other people's thoughts, but your Haki is very strong, so I can only barely sense some of it."

He paused, his tone slightly somber:

"You are full of malice towards me, so I ask you, have we met before?"

"It is indeed the first time I've seen you like this. I just want the Devil Fruit on your waist."

Dimon remained calm, took the Margaret from the bartender, and took a sip.

In fact, he had just had the thought of devouring the other party.

However, the other party has not yet drunk the elixir of immortality, so there is no rush.

Since we've met, there will be an opportunity sooner or later.

"I stole this, and you can steal it too, if you can."

Barrolick Redfield, also known as "The Red Earl," was nicknamed "The Lone Red" because of his aloof and proud nature.

He dislikes being with others, always prefers to travel alone, and adheres to the principle of solitude.

He looked to be no more than middle-aged at the time, tall and thin, with pale skin and distinctive red eyebrows.

He didn't establish any pirate crew or have a large power base. He was able to stand shoulder to shoulder with Whitebeard, Roger, and others by relying solely on his own strength, and was rated by the World Journal as one of the "Five Peaks" of the world.

"It would be too much trouble and effort to snatch it from you, I have no interest in doing so."

Dimon shook his head and said, "However, it's somewhat surprising that someone like you would be interested in the Elixir of Immortality."

“If a centenarian like you can come, why can’t I? I’m much younger than you.”

The two drank and chatted for a while.

The surrounding pirates shook their heads at the sight, thinking there was going to be a good show, but no fight broke out.

However, while there was no fighting inside, a fierce battle was raging outside.

Crocodile and the bald pirates clashed, and the two fought fiercely, neither gaining the upper hand.

"You've got some skills, newbie!"

He's a bald pirate fighter with gauntlets on his fists, from which sharp blades extend from the knuckles.

He smashed half of Crocodile's head with a single punch, leaving a horrific wound.

However, the wound turned into quicksand.

"So you're a Logia-type Devil Fruit user. Hmph, I've crushed fifty newbies like you before!"

"Remember this well, I am 'Iron Fist' Tobias, a high-ranking officer of the Eris Pirates, with a bounty of 258 million Berries!"

"Someone like you, a low-class pirate with 8100 million..."

Crocodile had no interest in listening to his opponent's nonsense; he transformed into quicksand and quickly created distance.

This island has gone completely mad!

You could run into anyone who's a pirate with a bounty of hundreds of millions.

You simply won't encounter someone like that in the first half of the Grand Line.

Crocodile's expression was grave, but he still uttered sarcastic remarks:

"What Iron Fist? Is it self-proclaimed? The only Iron Fist I know is that 'Demon God' Garp."

Tobias was enraged when his little scheme was exposed.

His nickname "Iron Fist" was indeed self-proclaimed, simply because he admired Garp and imitated the other's nickname.

Your mouth will shut up soon!

Tobias moved forward, his boxing gloves wrapped in Armament Haki, and threw an uppercut at his opponent's jaw:

"Bone Fist Impact!"

However, just then, a mocking laugh rang out.

"Even the move names are copied from Garp, what a brainless fan."

Along with the mockery came a fiery fist.

The fiery fist engulfed Tobias, sending him flying hundreds of meters away, and the flames destroyed houses one after another.

In the end, Tobias, who was so arrogant just a moment ago, was lying like a dead dog in the burning ruins.

The numerous pirates watching, along with Crocodile, all turned to look.

The one who made the move was a fishman, a catfish fishman, who was enormous with hair like burning flames, and whose face was full of disdain.

"He's... a former executive of the Rocks Pirates!"

"Logia-type Devil Fruit User: Flame-Flame Fruit!"