For the future Yonko, Buggy the Clown.
Jon, like most people, believed he was hiding his true strength.
But after some interaction.
Jon found that Buggy did indeed hide his strength, but it wasn't as exaggerated as the internet rumors in his previous life.
His true strength should be at the T 5 Supernova level. He lost to Jon because he underestimated him and lost his Devil Fruit ability.
Only this time…
"Not only his ability, but his luck was also plundered by me."
"The probability of him surviving this time is pitifully small."
Jon looked in the direction Buggy flew off, deep in thought.
He was aiming for Mary Geoise. If Buggy didn't die, he might become even more unfortunate.
However, Jon didn't care about this.
Because he had already plundered Buggy's traits, whether he lived or died was irrelevant.
...
Half an hour later.
South of Seamore Island, in a desolate suburb.
Jon followed a dying pirate, stepping through the gate of Sakura Garden. Makino's eyes were excited, and a group of people followed closely behind.
"Is this it?"
"Yes, yes, yes." The pirate in front led Jon to a cellar.
With some manipulation, light entered the dim cellar.
What a sight it was inside.
Adults were in tattered clothes, children gnawing on hardened steamed buns. The entire cellar was filled with a nauseating smell.
Clearly, dozens of people were living, eating, and defecating all in one cellar.
The pirate beside them didn't think he was evil, still hoping to save his life, rubbing his hands and smiling obsequiously at Jon.
Before he could speak, he was killed with a single palm strike.
"He, he killed the pirate?"
"Are you here to save us? Please, take the children up first."
"Sister Makino! That's Sister Makino!"
"Benefactor! Please, please save us…"
The helpless cries from the cellar expressed their despair. Jon instructed the residents behind him to pull people up.
The bleak, chilly autumn wind blew into Sakura Garden, cherry blossoms withered from the trees, falling onto the young man's shoulders.
Makino held several little girls from Windmill Village, and suddenly, they burst into tears together.
Their parents had been tortured to death by members of the Buggy Pirates. If only they had arrived earlier, if only they had met Jon sooner…
Wuwu~ It's all my fault!
Jon watched quietly from the side.
Makino was a good person who was too quick to take the blame for others' mistakes. This needed to be adjusted in the future.
Looking back at the group of Seamore Island residents who were helping with the rescue, Jon was deep in thought.
Half an hour ago, Jon, after destroying the Buggy Pirates and emerging from the camp, was surrounded by these residents.
They all shouted "hero."
And among them were reporters.
They held flashing snails, snapping photos of him frantically.
Unexpectedly, yet reasonably, he became the center of public opinion, accepting an interview from the New Times reporter.
The interview content was simple.
"May I ask your name?"
"Joy Jon."
"If you don't mind, how about the nickname 'Hero' for you?"
"…No, I think 'Demon Slayer' sounds better."
Jon wasn't afraid of becoming famous, as his [Natural Leader] trait required renown.
Moreover, he was a hero who saved the people, so he wasn't afraid of being in the newspaper.
As for the nickname "Demon Slayer," Jon just thought of it randomly.
He couldn't use the same title as Garp.
The Marines would rack their brains to recruit him.
...
After an unknown amount of time.
The abducted civilians and children from various places knelt on the ground, expressing their heartfelt gratitude to Jon.
Jon's leadership trait came into play. With a few words, he brainwashed everyone, carving a righteous and heroic figure into their hearts.
Looking at the people who revered him like a god, Jon's heart skipped a beat:
He seemed to have a talent for proselytizing.
Perhaps… he should start another Revolutionary Army and divide the world with the World Government and Dragon?
The more Jon thought about it, the more feasible it seemed, but the specific ideas would have to be implemented later.
After a long while.
Makino's starry eyes were fixed on the young man in the crowd.
She was completely smitten.
The idea of her boyfriend being a hero made Makino utterly intoxicated and proud.
With her help, the civilians who had regained their senses left in batches. Before leaving, they bowed deeply again.
After engraving Jon's face in their hearts, they all departed.
The little girls from Windmill Village were also handed over to people from their village by Makino.
The noisy southern suburbs finally became quiet.
...
On the way out of the suburbs.
"Makino, it's time to get our spoils of war," Jon suddenly said.
Makino was stunned: "Spoils of war? What?"
"Of course, Buggy's treasure and the Grand Line navigation chart."
Jon embraced Makino's shoulder and kissed her fiercely on the cheek.
"Although I'm not a thief, I never leave empty-handed. I'm definitely going to keep Buggy's treasures all to myself, as our marital property."
Ah, this…
Makino's eyes were complex. She felt this wasn't right.
But when she heard the words 'marital property,' her heart sweetened.
Wuwu~ What if she couldn't refuse?
"Given Buggy's personality, he definitely wouldn't hide his treasures where they couldn't be seen." Jon pointed to the Buggy Ship on the coast: "Let's go, let's get on board."
Makino nodded obediently, following Jon step by step.
But as she looked at the ship, she had a bad feeling.
With so many corpses in the camp, Jon treated her that way.
Now, with just the two of them, would it be very dangerous?
Makino's heart pounded like a drum, her breathing became erratic, and her body trembled slightly uncontrollably.
But for some reason.
While flustered and shy, there was also a faint hint of anticipation…
...
On the Buggy Ship.
Jon and Makino found an extremely hidden underground cabin.
Lighting a candle, a reinforced steel wall stood before them.
Jon knocked on it with his fist, his expression dawning: "The door and wall are made of special steel sandwich panels. Without a key, even a Marine Commodore wouldn't be able to get in."
(Smoker: ?)
Undoubtedly, this was where Buggy hid his treasures, with maximum protection.
Jon was pondering how to get in when Makino suddenly handed him a key.
"This was tied to Buggy's right wrist. I don't know what I was thinking at the time, but I brought it with me."
Jon: "…"
Overpowered!
The God of Luck, how terrifying!
Using the key to open the door, the two stepped into the cabin. The moment they entered, they instinctively shielded their eyes from the blinding light.
Because the small cabin was filled with glittering gold and silver treasures, almost blinding them.
"Is, is this a vault? Sugoi!" Makino covered her mouth: "It must be worth tens of millions of Berries, right?"
"More than that, at least over two hundred million." Jon roughly estimated, shaking his head, his gaze drawn to a safe on the table.
His Mugen Katana was drawn from his waist, a silver flash, and the safe was bald.
Inside were stacked ledgers, sea charts…
And a letter placed in a crystal box.
Jon pulled up a chair and sat down, reading through everything.
Until he finished the letter.
A storyline 'outside the original trajectory' instantly became clear in his mind.
His gaze fell on the envelope.
Namely: a letter left by Gol D. Roger.
[To Rocks D. Buggy, personal and confidential!]