Wano's getting enslaved, period. Might as well snag the Pirate King crown while I'm at it. If Roger can do it, so can Kaido!
…Okay, maybe Lei Luo's aiming a tad high. Gotta chill before I pull a cosmic muscle.
First, the game plan: conquer Wano ASAP. No waiting for Oden to sail off and Orochi to invite Kaido. Screw the canon script—transmigrating's pointless if I'm just a plot puppet. Lei Luo wanted Wano under his boot yesterday.
Wano's heavy hitters? Oden, the daimyo, and a zillion samurai. Headache city. Oden's 25, same as Kaido, and already brawled peak Whitebeard to a draw (okay, Whitebeard went easy, but still). Kaido might—might—go 50/50 with him. The Nine Red Scabbards? Some are kids, but Ashura Doji and Kin'emon are in their prime, ready to slice and dice. Wano's samurai would rally against invaders, and just Lei Luo and King? Yeah, not happening.
To win, the Beasts Pirates needed a crew to rival Wano's blade-wielding army. Oden joins Whitebeard at 29, Roger at 33—that's four years to power up Kaido, train King, and build a squad. Time's tight, stakes are high!
King, a Lunarian "god"? No Conqueror's Haki. Weak sauce, bro. Lei Luo, a manga nerd in his past life, was pissed at King's canon performance. The Beasts Pirates had to crush Wano before Whitebeard lands, or Oden's buddying up with Whitebeard and Roger could derail everything.
"King, what's Lei Luo brooding about?" Kaido whispered, sidling up like a nosy dragon.
King glanced at Kaido, then at Lei Luo, lost in thought by the Poneglyph. "No clue. Looks serious—probably scheming to grow the Beasts Pirates and flip the world upside down."
Kaido nodded sagely. "Yup, sounds like him."
Lei Luo snapped out of it. "Load the gold on the ship."
He spread his wings and jetted off. Kaido and King blinked. What's with the mystery vibe? Whatever—gold time!
They stuffed the ship like kids cramming candy into a piñata. Lei Luo, meanwhile, zoomed to Bica, transforming into his massive Tengshe form, casting a shadow over the tiny island. Before the locals could gawk, he spewed purple mist from his jaws, blanketing Bica. Tengshe perk: toxic fog. Not lethal—just a knockout gas for a quick nap.
Lei Luo ordered the snoozing islanders to hunt for a funky-patterned fruit. Bica's population was under a thousand, so the Thunder-Thunder Fruit turned up fast, along with the Ark Maxim's blueprints. He tucked both into his bag, grumbling. Need a damn storage fruit. Lugging a halberd and gold is a pain, and Skypiea's still got a mountain of bling.
Back at the Golden City, Kaido and King had overdone it. The ship looked like a rice bowl with another bowl slapped on top—gold spilling everywhere. Lei Luo facepalmed. Idiots.
"Guys, we're not sinking the ship!" He yeeted most of the gold off, ignoring their puppy-dog eyes. Kaido's flame clouds lifted the ship, and they zipped back to the Blue Sea.
Lei Luo, ever the cautious transmigrator, didn't dump all the gold at once. Flood the market, and people start asking questions. They hit islands en route to Water 7, selling chunks here and there, raking in 100 billion Berries. Cha-ching.
Back in Water 7, Kaido strutted with a chest of 10 billion Berries, chest puffed like a nouveau riche dragon. King stayed to guard the ship—Kaido insisted on tagging along, and King didn't want his Lunarian face on every wanted poster. Fine, whatever. In the Grand Line's first half, hurting a Lunarian was a pipe dream anyway.
At the black market, Kaido grinned like a loan shark, popping open his oversized chest of Berries. The dealer's face bloomed into a chrysanthemum smile. Ten billion in days? These guys rob Sea Kings for fun.
After counting the cash, the dealer bowed so low he nearly kissed the floor. "Esteemed guests, I'll arrange the Treasure Tree Adam delivery. Where to?"
Lei Luo nodded. "Water 7's top shipyard."
"Done." The dealer waved over a lackey, barking orders to haul the wood. "Anything else, honored guests? We've got it all—or we'll find it."
Money talks, groveling walks.
Lei Luo smirked. "Actually, yeah. I want two Devil Fruits: Castle-Castle and Door-Door."
The dealer's face fell. "None in stock, but I'll scour the underground for you."
Lei Luo expected that—too early for Brûlée's Mirror-Mirror or others. "Fine. If they pop up, I'm first in line. Price is no issue."
"Absolutely!" The dealer nodded like a bobblehead. This guy's my Sugar Daddy.
"Oh, and there's an auction in a week," the dealer added. "You might find something juicy. Want prime seats?"
"Hook us up," Lei Luo said.
"Of course, of course!"