Chapter 192: Fang Yi: Please Select Your Prize
The clear sky suddenly darkened with thick clouds.
Crack.
A sharp shattering sound echoed as countless fine cracks spread across the sky. From within them emerged a massive emerald dragon claw.
The claw gripped the air—
and the entire sky shattered like glass. From beyond the clouds, a black storm from another dimension pierced through, descending with an oppressive force.
In that instant,
the Island of Death—and the entire East Blue—became a mere backdrop. Countless eyes were fixed, unable to look away from the power Dragon had just unleashed.
"How can there be someone in this world who commands Word Magic, when no beings have even reached second-tier breath?"
Strapped to the stone pillar, the Soul Reaper watched the black storm fall,
howling in unwilling rage.
CRACK!
The island was sliced in half, clean as a cut cake, by the falling black tempest.
The Soul Reaper, dead center, bore the brunt of the attack.
His scythe, forged of concentrated Yin energy, shattered. His Aura of Fear vanished. His body burst into a misty cloud of shadow.
"Who… who dares toy with Origin itself—handing it over to such weak humans?"
A chain bound a small clump of glowing black essence—
the Soul Reaper's core soul fragment. Strands of Yin energy slowly began to reassemble.
This recovery phase would last two days. After that, the boss would resurrect.
On the ruined Island of Death,
Smoker's toxic giant had only withstood part of the black storm's shockwave before dissolving into smoke. All his defenses evaporated. He was knocked straight into revival mode.
[Congratulations, player "Celestial Dragons Must Die," for securing the first kill on the Lord-tier monster. You have earned one prize draw!]
"Damn…"
Sengoku let his arms fall limp. It felt like all the strength had drained from his body.
His eyes reddened. The emotional roller coaster had left even this brilliant strategist dazed.
When Smoker summoned his flaming skeletal giant,
Sengoku had seriously considered brewing the special tea from Garp's office to celebrate.
It would've restored the Navy's prestige,
demonstrated its power to the world,
and secured a reward from the Game Merchant—a triple win.
But then…
The Revolutionary leader's Word Magic came crashing down. Even through a screen, its presence had felt suffocating. Sengoku's chest tightened.
When he saw that even Smoker's terrifying poison colossus—something Sengoku himself would hesitate to face—was ripped apart by the black tempest...
He was devastated.
And terrified.
If that move had been aimed at Marineford,
who could have stopped it?
After some thought, he came to a grim conclusion:
No one.
The Revolutionary leader now wielded overwhelming power.
If he stormed Marineford alone,
no one could stop him.
"Find out what he exchanged for in the game," Sengoku ordered, his back drenched in cold sweat.
...
"Well done."
A voice echoed through every player's mind.
Fang Yi appeared in the sky above the Island of Death, smiling approvingly at the kneeling Revolutionary leader, who was still suffering the aftereffects of casting Word Magic.
"Merchant… I'm sorry."
Dragon's face was pale. He looked up at the massive figure in the sky and said apologetically, "I couldn't control the power of the Word Spell. I destroyed your Trial Island."
A first-tier being, forcibly activating high-tier Word Magic—
just casting it was already pushing the limit.
Precision? Out of the question.
"No matter."
Fang Yi reached out his hand and casually "wiped" the sky like smearing frosting.
The massive rift overhead disappeared.
Then, like kneading dough—
he restored the shattered Island of Death. Smoker's poisonous wasteland, the collapsed towns, the dead forests and mountains…
Everything reverted in an instant.
As if the island had never been touched by battle.
"The island… is back to normal?"
Outside the Island of Death,
Vice Admiral Tsuru gripped the ship's rail with both hands, stunned.
Creation was always harder than destruction.
Sure, there were powerful beings who could destroy islands—
Logia Admirals, Whitebeard, even Kaido.
They couldn't do it as casually as Dragon just had, but they were still in the same general class.
However—
To reconstruct an entire island like a child molding clay…
That power exceeded Tsuru's understanding.
No wonder Sengoku had acted so irrationally. It made sense now.
Any thought of testing Fang Yi with force completely vanished.
A being of this magnitude—
any contact had to be handled with utmost caution. No mistakes allowed.
Tsuru silently thanked the heavens that she'd been the first to reach East Blue—not Akainu.
If Akainu had offended the Game Merchant,
the Navy might've been wiped off the map.
...
"And now, the moment everyone's been waiting for—time to claim your prize!"
Fang Yi smiled, his voice relaxed and pleasant.
A massive disk, glowing like the sun, appeared before the players.
It was the same prize wheel that had once granted Buggy the Celestial Dragon Bloodline, instantly elevating him from a wanted criminal to a noble rumored to be descended from lost lineage.
Now, the wheel spun for the second time.
And this time, it was Dragon—the leader of the world's greatest rebellion—who had earned the right to spin it.
"Just like the rules you instinctively understood after becoming players," Fang Yi explained, pointing to the wheel.
"Riches beyond imagination. Glory surpassing the Pirate King. Power greater than the Celestial Dragons. The means to destroy worlds. Even the power to revive the dead…"
"All of it is on this wheel."
Everything on the wheel was real.
And the wheel could tailor the options based on the winner's desires.
Dragon looked nervous, yet hopeful. "Any item… really?"
The Game Room's random offerings had always aligned with the player's nature.
For him, most were related to wind and dragon elements.
Ivankov's, for example, mostly featured Holy Light Magic.
Powerful items, yes.
But not enough.
From the very start, Dragon's mind had been crystal clear.
He didn't want more dragon blood.
Not more holy light.
Not more weapons, tools, or boosts.
He wanted a path.
A path to completely overthrow the Celestial Dragons and step into a new world.
Even if he got some unbeatable item and became the strongest in the pirate world, it would only be a temporary win.
Soon,
ambitious tyrants and the World Government would catch up.
They had wealth that dwarfed the Revolutionary Army many times over.
They'd only fallen behind because they hadn't acted first.
Soon, enemies just as strong—or stronger—would rise.
"Yes," Fang Yi nodded. "Any item."
In higher-tier worlds, such a statement would be impossible.
The higher the realm, the more Origin it took to bend rules.
But a six-figure reward-point prize wheel?
In the pirate world,
it could make any wish come true.
"In that case, my wish is to overthrow the World Government."
"Merchant… do you have any prize recommendations?"
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