Chapter 27: Encounter with Garp

The slave revolt was instigated by Vivian. He could imagine the courage and ferocity these people, who had experienced despair, would show when they saw hope again.

But… the scene just now was beyond anything Vivian had imagined.

"Blaze!"

After the explosion's aftermath, a few people who knew the Fishman slave finally reacted and shouted.

On the other side, as the smoke cleared, several charred bodies were revealed. Seeing Blaze's body shattered into pieces, many felt nauseous and almost vomited on the spot.

Vivian was the first to walk out of the kitchen, carrying the assembled Alfred sniper rifle. He kicked away the body of a black-clad bodyguard at the stairway and saw the Celestial Dragon, Saint Jalmack, who was severely injured but not dead from the explosion.

"Unexpectedly, his health bar is quite thick…" Vivian showed a hint of regret on his face.

But at the same time, he felt a bit relieved.

The reason was simple: the consequences of a Celestial Dragon being injured and a Celestial Dragon being killed were worlds apart.

In the former case, Saint Jalmack would be very angry, but it would be limited to anger. After all, the attack was caused by a slave revolt. At most, he could issue a bounty and have the Navy help capture the slaves worldwide.

Of course, the Navy wouldn't take it seriously. They would just go through the motions and eventually hand over a few notorious pirates to appease the situation.

But the latter case was entirely different.

If a Celestial Dragon died, it would alarm the Admirals. If it was discovered that the Loguetown base's warship was docked in the Calm Belt at the same time, they would be in serious trouble.

The severity of the two situations was not on the same level.

As expected, just as he reached out his left hand to the unconscious Saint Jalmack, options appeared again.

Option 1: Take this opportunity to kill the Celestial Dragon and pin the crime on the slaves. (Reward: Conqueror's Haki and Infusion techniques)

Option 2: Tie up the Celestial Dragon, lock him in the prison, and bandage his wounds to ensure he doesn't die. (Reward: Random skill experience +1)

"Just as I thought…" Killing a Celestial Dragon would indeed bring a certain level of danger.

No…

Judging by the high-level combat techniques like Conqueror's Haki and wrapping, the danger level was not low at all.

"Consider yourself lucky."

Scum like you should be dealt with by someone like Luffy.

After all, I don't have the protagonist's halo of the pirate world.

Sighing, Vivian took out bandages and alcohol from his pocket, quickly bandaged Saint Jalmack's severe wounds, and then dragged the unconscious, pig-like man to the basement prison.

…

Celestial Dragon's ship, deck.

A Long-arm Tribe male slave controlled the helm, steering the ship forward in the night under Vivian's command.

Meanwhile, the other slaves stood behind him, breathing in the fresh air, their eyes filled with tears.

Finally… freedom?

Finally… going back home?

Some slaves, who had been away from home for countless years, covered their faces and cried uncontrollably.

"Benefactor, can you tell us your name?"

After a while, wiping away their tears, someone couldn't help but ask.

"My name…"

Knowing this question would come, Vivian lit a cigar, thought for a moment, and hesitantly said, "You can call me… Momoya." {Brought him back!!}

Of course, he couldn't reveal his real name.

But, having stayed up all night and just gone through multiple choices and battles, his mind was a bit foggy, so he couldn't think of a name and had to borrow one temporarily.

"Momoya?"

"Lord Momoya, we will never forget your kindness for the rest of our lives."

Saying this, the hundred-plus people on the deck knelt down again and paid their respects to Vivian.

Vivian didn't stop them, silently smoking and focusing on the system's options page.

"Is the current task not completed yet?"

It seemed he needed to get them to a safe place to finish this task.

He wondered if this was the final task.

Fighting the Revolutionary Army leader, rescuing people from the Celestial Dragons' ship…

Getting a medical skill was really tough.

At 4:20 AM.

After removing all the collars from the slaves' necks, Vivian looked at the still dark sky. Just as the ship was about to leave the Calm Belt, another warship approached.

On the deck, the slaves standing at the bow were terrified, scattering and trying to either return to the cabin or jump into the sea.

To Vivian, this scene was extremely ironic.

They were encountering the Navy, yet they were more afraid than when facing pirates.

"Stay calm, stay on the ship, and leave it to me!" Vivian said.

Hearing this, the people on the ship calmed down a bit, staying still.

The ship continued to sail forward.

Soon, the warship approached, and a Rear Admiral at the bow looked at Vivian and asked, "Is this a Celestial Dragon's ship? Which lord is on board?"

"It's Lord Saint Jalmack. We're heading to the Sabaody Archipelago for this morning's auction," Vivian replied calmly.

No new options appeared in his mind, which made him feel relieved.

It seemed no one on this ship could threaten him.

"Why is there such a strong smell of blood?" the Rear Admiral asked.

"Oh, the slaves were disobedient, so we had to discipline them a bit. You know, Saint Jalmack's tastes," Vivian said, taking out a cigar and offering it to the Rear Admiral.

The Rear Admiral waved his hand, indicating he didn't smoke.

At that moment, an old man with a dog hat, gray sideburns, and a muscular build came out of the warship's cabin, yawning and asking the Rear Admiral, "Bogard, what's going on?"

Vivian: ???

Garp?!

Why was Garp on this warship?

Vivian was stunned, wondering if Garp was also sent to escort prisoners.

"Nothing much, just happened to encounter a Celestial Dragon's ship, so we came to check," the Rear Admiral named Bogard replied.

Hearing the words "Celestial Dragon," Garp frowned instinctively, his gaze sweeping past Vivian to the injured slaves behind him.

Taking a deep breath, Garp suddenly smiled and waved at Vivian, "Hey, kid, come here."

"Hmm?"

Still shocked by seeing Garp, Vivian approached a few steps, confused.

The next second, Garp raised his hand and punched towards Vivian from a distance.

A powerful aura swept over, making Vivian's hair stand on end.

Almost reflexively, Vivian drew the hidden Shigure from his coat, blocking in front of him.

Clang—!

With a crisp sound, the strong impact sent Vivian flying, crashing into the mast on the deck.

"Ah… sorry, sorry."

Garp, picking his nose, casually apologized.

Current task completed

Randomly searching for medical skills

"Wow!"

Blood spurted from Vivian's mouth as he lay on the ground, clutching his chest, and turned to look at the smiling old man picking his nose.

"WDNMD…" {wo diao ni ma de}