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Seeing Wapol glaring with a face full of rage like he was ready to bite someone, Dalton smiled calmly and warned, "Don't even think about taking my phone. Captain Lindbergh said I have to post a video every day, and each one has to end with me still looking safe. If I miss a post, they'll come back—and it won't just be a beating next time."
Wapol growled, tossing out curses that had no effect on Dalton whatsoever.
He was already a king in name only. Defeated and broke, Wapol sulked on the spot and obediently lined up to buy a phone.
His original phone had been "confiscated" by those Revolutionary Army folks last time. It looked like the one Dalton held might've been his, but he had no proof.
After all, all the Voyage Generation One phones looked exactly the same. No labels, no markings.
Plus, logging into a TikTok account required facial recognition and real-name verification. Even if you stole someone else's phone, you had to log in with your own face—it'd instantly become your phone. There was no way to tell them apart after that.
"I'm gonna starve at this rate!" Wapol gritted his teeth and muttered, helplessly accepting reality.
Achoo! Achoo!
He kept sneezing. There were just too many people buying phones. It hadn't even sold out yet, and he was already freezing half to death standing in line.
After nearly two hours of shivering and grumbling, it was finally his turn.
"Gimme a phone," Wapol said, suppressing his temper and speaking respectfully.
He used to scoff at these newsstand workers. But now? These were the celebrities of the sea. Anyone who saw them had to treat them with respect.
"Three hundred Berries," the employee said flatly.
"What?! I thought it was a hundred! You raised the price?!" Wapol clutched the single hundred Berry note he had left and wailed in despair.
"So? You buying or not?" The employee sneered, looking down at him with glee.
This was the same guy Wapol had kicked out of the kingdom back then. Now that he was back in business, there was no way he'd miss the chance to rub it in.
"If not, beat it. We've got actual customers waiting," he said bluntly.
"You bastard, I'll… I'll buy it!" Wapol gritted his teeth and gave in.
Since he didn't have enough Berries, he had no choice but to take on work to make up the difference—just to get that phone.
Because that phone… was his only shot at climbing back up. He'd seen the potential of TikTok's gift system.
As long as he reached 1,000 followers, he could unlock livestreaming and even the shopping cart. Most importantly—he could make money.
That day, his hand had slipped. One wrong click had sent him spiraling. But there were no refunds from the TikTok developer. If he wanted to come back, he'd have to earn it himself.
"Hey! Sweep it spotless! If I see a single speck of dust, keep sweeping!" the employee barked.
He didn't hold back. Wapol had screwed over too many people. Now that the tables had turned, they were getting even.
"Yes, yes, I'm sweeping!" Wapol bowed his head and cleaned obediently.
The whole scene was caught on camera by Dalton, who sent it to the Revolutionary Army. If not for them, Drum Kingdom would still be suffering.
Dalton took his daily duty very seriously, keeping constant tabs on Wapol. If he made one wrong move, Dalton would stop him without hesitation.
Over the past few days, Dalton had also come to understand just how important these phones were—and how to use them properly.
Every day, he would post new videos, usually showcasing the beauty of their country and their greatest specialty: medicine.
Drum Island had once been renowned for its doctors. But under Wapol's rule, the medical community had nearly vanished.
Now, thanks to the Revolutionary Army's intervention, things were starting to recover.
With Wapol scared straight and out of power, many doctors who had fled began to return. Even those who had gone into hiding stepped back into the light. Drum Island was regaining its former life.
"Friends, that's it for today's video. Please follow us and help us grow," Dalton said to the camera, smiling sincerely.
"We've also opened our shopping cart. Affordable remedies and treatments are now available. If you need help, place an order and we'll have a doctor handle it promptly."
After filming, Dalton felt like something was missing.
So he added one final line to the video:
"If you're sick or need anything, please contact me anytime. We'll arrange a doctor to assist you online."
He nodded in satisfaction at the finished video, did a bit of simple editing with the tools he'd learned to use, and posted it.
He believed that through the TikTok platform, Drum Island's medical knowledge could spread far and wide.
And more importantly, they could use it to help people in need and bring their country back to prosperity.
"Mr. Dalton."
"Oh?" Dalton looked up and saw a blue-nosed reindeer slowly walking over. "Chopper."
"Yes, Mr. Dalton. This is today's medicine. I made it according to Dr. Kureha's instructions," Chopper said cautiously, a serious gleam in his eyes.
Dalton laughed warmly. "That's great, Chopper. You're already a real doctor."
Hearing the praise, Chopper got flustered, shuffling in place. Then he carefully put down the box he was carrying. "Here, Chopper's giving this to you."
Dalton looked inside.
It was a phone.
Chopper's eyes widened. "Wait—is this really for me?!"
"Of course, Chopper. You don't know this, but a lot of people online really like you," Dalton said with a grin.
"Ah?! No… No way…" Chopper instantly turned beet red and waved his hooves. "Even if you praise me like that, I won't be happy, you jerk~"
"Hahahahaha!" Dalton burst out laughing.
Then he stopped teasing and handed Chopper a small wad of Berries. "This is the profit from selling medicine the past couple of days. It's not much, but it's a start."
Dalton sighed. He felt a little down… but his eyes sparkled with hope.
"We're just getting started. I believe this country will keep getting better. Our business will grow too. Once more people see our videos, if they get sick, they'll definitely come to us."
"So…" Dalton gently patted Chopper on the shoulder. "You'd better learn as much medicine as you can. Once the patients come flooding in, we'll need all hands on deck."
"Okay! Got it, Mr. Dalton! I'll go now—Dr. Kureha's still waiting for me!" Chopper nodded quickly, grabbed the phone box in his mouth, and scampered off.
Dalton smiled as he watched Chopper disappear into the distance… but then he sighed.
He was still struggling with how to get more followers.
And the idea of live streaming terrified him. Just the thought of having so many people watch him made him freeze up completely.
"Sigh… this is gonna be a problem."
He shook his head in frustration… but then straightened up again. He believed that as long as he kept going, he'd find a way.
(To be continued.)