One Piece meme: Starting with eight extraordinary skills

It can be said that the Warring States Marshal truly deserves the title of a wise general. The benefits he listed alone are enough to kill multiple birds with one stone. There are also many other benefits that have not been listed, which will be revealed one by one in the future practice.

Vergo's eyes flickered, and he silently clenched his fist, thinking to himself:

"If I could seize this opportunity and become a Marine Admiral..."

The thought of a certain possibility ignited a burning passion within Vergo.

At this moment, not only those with ulterior motives like Vergo, who were tempted by worldly desires, but also those seeking their dreams and ambitious schemers, all began to rub their hands together, preparing to form groups to cause trouble for those pirates.

Looking at the bustling hall, Yang Ming smiled inwardly:

"It's exactly what I expected."

Chapter 107 I'm just a hero out of interest

Donghai, Cocoa West Village.

Like most islands, Cocoyasi Village is quite ordinary, with a small land area and only a few hundred households. The village houses, mainly made of wood and stone, are mostly two-story buildings with front and back yards. The gravel-paved roads extend from the door of each house to the estuary, where fishing boats of various sizes are moored.

Thanks to the suitable climate and soil, as well as the abundant sunshine throughout the year, this place is ideal for growing fruit. Every household in Cocoaxi Village makes a living by growing orange trees. The oranges that grow on the trees are large and round, with thin and tender skin, plump and juicy. If you squeeze them with your fingers, you can make a dent in the orange.

For this reason, the oranges produced in Cocoa West Village are famous far and wide, making it a well-known orange town in the Kingdom of Goa.

Of course, once outside the Kingdom of Goa, the fame of Cocoa West Village is rarely known.

After all, planting orange trees is not a particularly difficult task, and islands in other sea areas also have their own unique skills, so that Cocoyasi Village can enjoy its beauty all to itself.

However, today, Cocoa West Village is destined to welcome an uninvited guest.

A pirate ship of ordinary size came from afar and rudely rammed all the fishing boats moored at the estuary, capsizing them one after another. The fishermen on the fishing boats fell into the sea with a series of "plop" sounds, like dumplings being dropped into boiling water.

These fishermen were familiar with the water and naturally wouldn't drown easily. They quickly surfaced from the sea and swam ashore.

Their entire fortune was on this fishing boat. The boat capsizing was a minor matter; the real problem was that all the oranges they had loaded onto the boat fell into the water and drifted across the ocean with the currents.

Seeing hundreds and thousands of oranges floating on the sea, the fruits of the fishermen's hard work throughout the year, gone in the blink of an eye, further fueled the fishermen's indignation. They blocked the estuary with fierce momentum, holding weapons such as harpoons, and shouting for justice.

Blocking someone's path to wealth is like killing their parents.

The anger in their hearts had already made these fishermen lose their minds. Even if the newcomers were a group of vicious pirates, they were determined to risk their lives and teach them a lesson!

All the anger suddenly stopped.

As a group of fish-men of various shapes and sizes filed off the pirate ship, the fishermen, seeing their height and size far exceeding that of humans, fell silent as if fate had seized them by the throat.

Some fishermen even secretly compared the figures and were horrified to discover a fact that was hard for them to accept: many of the fish-men's arms were as thick as an adult's thigh, which shows how terrifying the power they contained!

These fishermen are all native to Cocoyasi Village. They have lived in Cocoyasi Village their entire lives. Except for occasionally going to other villages and towns under the Goa Kingdom to sell oranges, their range of movement is limited to this. They have never left the Goa Kingdom, seen what the outside world looks like, let alone seen other intelligent beings.

Fishman!

This is a peculiar race that is known in taverns!

"Gulu!"

The fishermen weren't fools; they naturally realized that these pirates were probably no ordinary group.

But there are always some fearless fishermen who think that since their side has a large number of people, not fewer than the other side, they might be able to turn the tide.

There are several illusions in life.

She likes me.

I can turn things around.

I can use iron blocks!

When these three illusions appear in a person's mind, it often means that something unfortunate is about to happen.

Among the fishermen, a burly young man shouted to embolden himself, then gripped his harpoon tightly and charged forward, aiming a stab into the chest of the leading, vicious pirate.

close!

Closer!

As the harpoon was about to pierce the enemy's chest, the young fisherman's face lit up with wild joy, and he thought to himself:

"These pirates are nothing special!"

However, his joy was short-lived and ended abruptly.

A webbed hand gripped the long shaft of a harpoon tightly. The hand, which was made of flesh and blood, seemed to be forged from steel, possessing terrifying strength beyond that of ordinary people.

The young fisherman looked horrified, with veins bulging on his forehead and arms, his face turning red, and he roared repeatedly.

But he discovered in despair that he had used all his strength but could not move an inch, let alone shake the tall fish-man in front of him.

It is easier to move a mountain than to move a fish.

A burst of mocking laughter rang out, and the young fisherman looked up sharply. The saw-toothed shark man in front of him was over three meters tall. Standing in front of this fish-man, he looked like a child compared to an adult.

The fish-man has a long, sharp, serrated nose and seems to enjoy looking down at humans from a high position, always looking at people with its nostrils. Its body is covered with intricate tattoo patterns, with a sun pattern tattooed on its left chest and a dragon pattern tattooed on its left forearm, making it look ferocious and terrifying.

"Humans really are a weak race!"

Before the young fisherman could react, the dragon gripped his neck with its other hand.

Before the dragon's large, thick hands, the human neck appeared so long and insignificant. With just a gentle squeeze, the young fisherman's neck bones cracked inch by inch, and he lay limply on the ground like a lump of mud.

The young fisherman seemed to be quite respected among the fishermen. Seeing him die at the hands of the dragon, the fishermen were both angry and anxious. One of them secretly pulled out an old flintlock pistol, aimed at the dragon's head, and fired a shot.

Whether it was luck or the fisherman's exceptional shooting talent and high accuracy, just as the bright orange bullet was about to strike the dragon's head, something terrifying happened!

The dragon opened and closed its mouth as if it could foresee the future, and then caught the bullets that were being fired at it in its teeth.

Although the flintlock pistol used by this fisherman was an old model that had long been phased out, and was generally no longer used by the navy or pirates, resulting in a slow bullet velocity, it did not mean that the bullet was weak. It was still enough to easily kill a cow with one shot.

The dragon spat, sending a mouthful of saliva and bullets onto the ground. It then spread its arms wide, meeting the terrified gazes of the fishermen, and shouted to its merfolk:

"My minions, I will establish a fish-man paradise here, and from there, build the Evil Dragon Empire, unify the East Blue, and conquer the Grand Line. I will let everyone know that we fish-men are the noblest race on this sea, and humans are merely our slaves!"

The group of murloc minions shouted loudly, their voices like thunder.

The fishermen looked at each other, each adopting the posture of a Ninja Turtle, not daring to utter a single complaint.

What a joke! The young fishermen who dared to resist are all dead, and this monster isn't even afraid of bullets. What do they have to fight it with?

Under the combined influence of the dragon's shouts and intimidation, the fishermen lost the courage to resist, allowing the dragon pirates to successfully enter Cocoyasi Village.

The dragon, in a forceful tone, ordered all the villagers to come.

Meeting the gazes of bewilderment, anger, and disgust, the dragon smiled coldly and said:

"From today onwards, if everyone wants to live, they must pay a sum of money every year: 100,000 Berries for adults and 50,000 Berries for children."

"If you dare to disobey, you will end up like this person."

The dragon threw the young fisherman's body onto the ground, making it clear to all the villagers.

Cocoyasi Village is small, and everyone knows each other well. They naturally know this fisherman, who is usually a tough fighter in the village. They never expected him to die so tragically. His wide eyes still held a trace of fear, and it was hard to imagine what he had gone through before he died.

However, the dragon's demands were still unacceptable to the villagers!

Which family doesn't have elderly people and children?

An adult pays 100,000 Berries, and a child pays 50,000 Berries, which means that a family has to pay at least 150,000 Berries every year!

Don't assume that money is easy to make on this sea just because those mountain bandits and sea pirates have bounties of over a million.

In fact, after layers of exploitation by the nobles, very little money actually ended up in the pockets of the villagers of Cocoa West.

Once you hand over this large sum of money to the evil dragon, it means you'll have to tighten your belt and live frugally from now on. You also have to be careful not to get sick, otherwise you won't have money to see a doctor.

Just as the villagers were hesitating, a young woman stepped forward.

"I disagree!"

The young woman was slender with beautiful gray eyes. She had long, dark red hair tied back, short hair at the temples, a cigarette dangling from her mouth, a green plaid shirt with "ace" written on it, indigo trousers, and brown sandals.

Bellemere met the dragon's cold eyes without fear and said with considerable force:

"I'm from the Navy. I'm giving you a piece of advice: you'd better get out of here right now, or don't blame me for being rude to you."

The dragon snorted and kicked Bellemere in the stomach. The terrifying force sent her flying more than ten meters away, knocking over several people.

"What I hate most is the navy!"

The word "navy" seemed to trigger ominous memories for the dragon. With a frosty expression, the dragon strode up to Bellemere, preparing to crush her head with a single kick.

No one expected that the evil dragon would actually kill them.

At this moment, even if some villagers wanted to save Bellemere, it was too late!

As the dragon's paws drew ever closer to Bellemere's pretty face, some villagers quickly covered their children's eyes to prevent them from witnessing the cruel and bloody scene that was about to unfold.

Unexpectedly, a stone shot out from the crowd, blasting the dragon away like a cannonball.

The group of merman underlings were startled and headed towards the direction from which the stone had flown.

"who?"

A small figure wearing a navy cloak stepped out from the crowd.

"I'm just a hero out of interest."

Chapter 108: If it's a dragon, coil up for me; if it's a tiger, lie down for me.

"100,000 Berries for adults, 50,000 Berries for children, is this pirate just crazy for money?"

In the crowd, Bellemere's beautiful eyebrows were raised, her arms were crossed in front of her chest, and her rather large mound of steamed buns trembled slightly. This made a mature-looking young man next to her blush and quickly turn his head away.

If she hadn't been caught peeping, that would have been fine, but unfortunately, Bellemere had two quirky daughters with her.

To Bellemere's left, a girl with beautiful, jewel-like brown eyes and pretty orange hair cut into a playful short style said, feigning surprise:

"Jian, why is your face suddenly red? Do you have a fever?"

As soon as Nami opened her mouth, the young man in the police uniform was startled and quickly bent down to cover her mouth. The windmill above his head, perhaps stimulated by the movement, began to slowly turn.

Bellemere looked puzzled and asked:

"Jian, Nami, what are you whispering about?"

"No, no, they didn't say anything!"