"Sin value, huh..."
In this world—pirates, marines, revolutionaries, bounty hunters—which one of them hasn't killed before?
Teacher Zephyr, Tina, even Akira himself—none of them likely had a low sin value.
Which meant racking up sin-based kill points would be easy.
Akira suddenly wondered—how many points would killing a Celestial Dragon be worth?
While eating in the Navy mess hall, Akira opened the system's shop interface.
There were only six items listed:
[High-Precision Sniper Rifle – 350 Points]
[Quadruple Body Training Scroll (One Week) – 500 Points]
[Sky Island Shell Kit (x4) – 10 Points]
[Beginner Ability Advancement Book – 500 Points]
[Delicious Bread x100 – 10 Points]
[Logia-Type Gas Fruit – 188,888 Points]
In the top right corner was a countdown: 16:24:17.
Apparently, the shop refreshed daily—at midnight, judging by the timer.
After some thought, Akira spent his 1,000 starter points on the Body Training Scroll and the Ability Advancement Book.
The scroll would multiply training effectiveness by four—one week of training would equal one month.
The book could upgrade a beginner-level skill to basic level.
He immediately used the book on Shave, leveling it up from Beginner to Basic.
In the system, ability rankings were as follows: Beginner, Basic, Intermediate, Advanced, Peak, Mastery.
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"Hey, Akira—where were you last night? We waited outside your dorm all night and never saw you."
Before he could finish eating, a few burly men from the elite training camp surrounded Akira.
One buzz-cut man smirked. "You're not scared to go back to the dorm, are you?"
Akira calmly put down his spoon. "What do you want?"
There was no need to explain last night's whereabouts to these guys.
Seeing Akira cut straight to the point, they dropped the act.
"We're challenging you. If you lose, stay away from Miss Tina—don't harass her again!" shouted a green-haired man named Morsley, slamming a hand on the table.
Their commotion drew attention from others in the cafeteria.
Akira rubbed his forehead and sighed. "A bunch of muscle-headed clowns…"
"So what—you guys are Tina's simps?"
"What's a simp?" Morsley asked warily. He had a feeling it wasn't a compliment.
"A simp," Akira explained, "is someone who blindly throws themselves at someone they like, no matter what."
"Ahh! Then yes, we are Miss Tina's simps!"
The group nodded furiously.
Akira dabbed his mouth with a napkin. "Whatever's going on between me and Tina is none of your business."
"Watch your mouth!" Morsley roared. "We're proud to be her simps!"
Joseph grabbed Akira by the collar. "Listen here, kid—goddesses belong to the strong. Unless you can beat us, stay the hell away from Tina!"
"Tina's off-limits to scrubs like you!"
They weren't stupid. Internal fighting was forbidden unless both parties agreed—so they were trying to provoke Akira into accepting a sanctioned match.
They couldn't even get close to Tina, while this punk had dared kiss her in public. Unforgivable.
"Let go." Akira smacked Joseph's hand away. His voice was cold. "Time and place?"
At this point, they were practically trampling on his head. If he didn't retaliate now, he'd be seen as weak and easy to bully.
It was a perfect opportunity to assert his dominance in the elite camp.
"Good! You said it—don't back out, or you're our son!" Morsley grinned.
"Thirty minutes from now, Training Ground No. 9!"
He'd use the time to gather a crowd. If Tina heard about it, maybe she'd start liking him instead.
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Thirty minutes later, Akira arrived at Training Ground No. 9—only to frown at the crowd packed around it, layer upon layer.
"What's with this circus?"
"Make way! The main act's here!" someone shouted. The crowd parted to let Akira through.
He walked to the center in silence.
"Not bad, Akira. Didn't expect you to accept. Got some guts."
"Heh, he's delusional. Remember his exam scores?"
"No Moonwalk here—he's screwed."
The crowd was noisy. Clearly, no one thought Akira had a chance—they were just here to watch a beating.
In the center stood Akira with twin pistols at his sides. Opposite him were four men, each armed with Navy-issued swords.
"Didn't run, huh? Good call." Joseph smirked. "Pick one of us to fight."
"One?" Akira raised an eyebrow, then crooked his finger at them.
"Stop wasting time. All four of you, come at once."
That provoked immediate outrage.
"Big talk for a guy with no way to use Moonwalk indoors!"
Training Ground No. 9 was an indoor facility with a roof—clearly chosen to limit Akira's mobility.
One of them looked ready to rush Akira, but Joseph held him back. "Alright. You wanna die? We'll oblige."
Joseph exchanged a glance with Morsley, who shouted to the onlookers:
"You all heard that! This wasn't us ganging up on him—he asked for it!"
One-on-one, they might slip up. But four against one? If they lost, they might as well quit the Navy.
"We get it, just hurry up!" someone in the crowd urged.
"Pfft. Four on one—shameless."
"Hey, he brought this on himself."
Almost the entire camp had gathered to watch. No one noticed the arrival of two unexpected spectators at the entrance.
One was a rather sleazy-looking man—almost as sketchy as Kizaru—but his demeanor radiated gentleness, like a good-natured uncle.
The other was a strikingly beautiful female marine: pale skin, long legs, elegant features. Her hair was tied back in a loose bun, cascading down her back.
Soft purple eye shadow gave her a seductive air, and the deep-cut uniform revealed enough cleavage to make anyone wonder whether the buttons could hold.
But what truly caught the eye were those legs—long, slim, and commanding attention. Dressed in an officer's uniform, she radiated irresistible authority and allure.
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