For Qingjiao, the process was unimportant; as long as his pointed head could be restored, he would accept any process.
"No need to be so polite. It's an exchange of equal value, and it's not free."
"That's two different things. Paying is a must, but without your treatment, no amount of money would be useful."
As he spoke, Qingjiao bowed again, but he didn't control his angle well and his head hit the ground.
Crack.
A crack spread forward from where Qingjiao's head touched the ground, extending for a considerable distance.
"Hahaha, my apologies, I couldn't control myself for a moment. What are you guys standing around for?! Quickly help them fix the ground!"
"Yes! Leader!"
The mess created by the big brother had to be paid for by the subordinates. The members of the Eight Treasure Navy had no choice but to transform into laborers and began ground repair work.
Qingjiao didn't leave immediately either. It had taken some time to sail here, and the members of the Eight Treasure Navy had also been sailing on the sea for a long time. Now that they had finally set foot on land, they naturally needed to rest for a while.
At this moment, an alarm suddenly sounded from the direction of the coast.
Boom! Boom!
No sooner had the alarm sounded than the roar of cannon fire followed, indicating that pirates had invaded.
"Is it the enemy? Let me handle them for you. It's a good chance to stretch my limbs."
At this time, Qingjiao's head was itching unbearably, and he was eager for a battle to recall his peak years. He rushed over, drawn by the scent of combat.
Rokushiki training is a holistic system. Moonwalk, as one of the Six Styles, grants one near-flight capabilities and is a legacy skill of the Marine and CP Organization.
However, for top-tier martial arts masters, even without training in techniques like Moonwalk, they can achieve short periods of levitation through sheer brute force.
Qingjiao's burst movement speed was extremely fast, and he soon rushed near the coast in a nearly flying manner.
"Fire! Eliminate those pirates on the sea! Don't let those guys land! This island must never become like it was before!"
The shore defense cannons had already adjusted their angles and were unleashing firepower according to the previously calculated coordinates.
"Don't open fire yet. Let this old man take care of these pirates! Eight Impact Fist, Secret Technique!"
Qingjiao clasped his hands together and leaped up, his body beginning to spin like a top. The horn that had just been reformed was now enveloped in Armament Haki.
Qingjiao aimed at the pirate ship below and then plunged down headfirst.
"Drill Dragon Drill Nail!"
Qingjiao's head accurately struck the pirate ship. At the moment of impact, the surrounding pirates were sent flying by the terrifying force, and the pirate ship instantly shattered into countless pieces.
"Hahaha! It's back, it's all back!"
Qingjiao vented the accumulated resentment of several months in battle. These pirates were truly caught in an unprovoked disaster, falling one after another into Qingjiao's hands.
In the distance, Lyliana and Oran were watching Qingjiao, who was working for free.
"Dad, is this strange-headed uncle really that strong?"
"You can't judge a book by its cover. While not top-tier, he's a rare strong individual. But that's nothing, Lyley. When you're his age, you'll definitely be much stronger than him."
Firefly Island was still undergoing large-scale reconstruction, and there wasn't much to see on the island. So, after purchasing a batch of supplies, the Eight Treasure Navy set up camp and rested in an open area not far from the port.
Oran, on the other hand, was having a headache looking at the river situation on Firefly Island. He wasn't omnipotent and had his weaknesses. Although a wind power station was being built, there was no clear plan for a hydroelectric power station.
This wasn't something that could be done by simply building a dam; it was a matter of domino effects. Acting on this river could inadvertently affect the entire Firefly Island.
After recording the upstream, downstream, and nearby conditions of the river, Oran returned to his room to rest.
He planned to go to the West Blue with Qingjiao when he left, but his main purpose wasn't to collect medical fees. Such a small amount of money wasn't worth a special trip to the West Blue for him; he had many other plans for this trip.
However, today's dream was a little special for Oran.
On a bustling street, in a corner seemingly forgotten by the world, Oran appeared out of thin air without attracting anyone's attention, as if he was meant to be there.
"It's not the main world of Valoran... That's fine too. I should be able to find some professionals here."
Oran's dream connections spanned a wide range. Most of the time, he would appear next to someone on the Valoran continent, which was also where he stayed for the shortest time.
Different worlds had different time flows. The duration of Oran's main body's sleep, when reflected on the Valoran continent, would not exceed one night at most.
But in other spacetimes, it was uncertain. His main body would still only sleep for a few hours, but his dream consciousness might stay in another place for several days due to the special reason of time flow differences.
The current longest record was 21 days, and whether it would remain the longest record was yet to be proven.
At this moment, Oran had even changed his clothes. Although his hair color hadn't changed, his pocket contained something different: a mobile phone.
This was also a special feature outside the main universe. Although Oran couldn't take things from this world with him, when he returned here again, the things he had on him before leaving last time wouldn't disappear.
After skilled calculations, looking at the remaining records on his phone, Oran confirmed where he was now. At least, he had been here before.
"Hey, it's really not easy to contact you. Is there such an irresponsible agent as you? Have you seen other people's agents disappear into thin air for so long?!"
Oran was casually strolling down the street when his phone rang. After answering, a voice full of complaints immediately came through.
Due to the special nature of the dream world, Oran's profession would also change depending on the world. In the main world of Valoran, he was the owner of a Piltover company.
But in other worlds, an agent, chief engineer, fishing enthusiast, or a disciplinary dean watching surveillance in a secret base—his identity was constantly changing, which was also why he possessed numerous life skills.
"We just have a temporary agreement. If you have a suitable company, you can always ditch me and go solo."
"What are you talking about? I'm not that kind of person. Meet me at the old place. I have something new."
"Still so impatient."
Listening to the dial tone, Oran said nothing. Instead, he walked through the streets and finally entered a ramen shop. There, Oran met a girl who had been waiting for him for a long time.
Her purplish-red hair was tied into a ponytail at the back of her head, and a bowl of bright red ramen was on the table, indicating its spiciness.
"Has our Hip-Hop Swordsman encountered some difficulties? Why are you so impatient this time?"
Hip-Hop Swordsman was her nickname after her debut. Her real name was Akali. In the main universe of the Valoran continent, she was a deadly assassin, but here, she was just a debuting artist.
She was an alternate version of herself, developed differently in different worlds.
Oran's abilities had awakened after he arrived in the world of Valoran, and he had arrived here quite early. Meeting Akali here was a coincidence.
When Akali was fifteen, she participated in a rap battle. That competition went viral and became a national topic, and she was discovered by the entertainment industry.
However, Akali's style was very niche, and no company signed her for a long time.
Akali would regularly perform rap on the streets to practice her lyrical skills. One time, she happened to meet Oran, and that was Oran's first time here.
Originally, Oran thought coming here would only be for one night, and he didn't pay much attention at first.
However, due to the time flow issue, being penniless and an undocumented immigrant, he encountered considerable trouble and happened to reach a collaboration with Akali.
He would prepare songs for Akali and help her explore her artistic path, while Akali would help him with some inconveniences in his life.
Oran himself couldn't compose music, so he took on the work of a plagiarist, which was a godsend for Akali.
"Don't mention that nickname online. They really come up with things. You might as well call me Little Rebel."
"It's all the same. So what's your new situation?"
"It's this. Ahri contacted me on social media and wants to invite me to join their group, a girl group called K/DA. You're my agent and lyricist, after all. Even though you're always disappearing, you should give some advice, right?"
"K/DA, huh... Of course, you should join."
Only at this moment did Oran fully confirm the situation of this parallel universe. Joining K/DA was the path to success in Akali's artistic career.
"That's what I thought too. It seems our opinions are aligned again. In that case, I'll introduce you to their agent sometime soon."
"That's not urgent. If it's convenient, I'd like to meet your father first."
"Pfft! Huh?! What do you want to do? Why do you want to see him??"
A mouthful of spicy soup choked her, and Akali was startled by Oran's sudden action.
"To borrow his connections. I remember you said he's quite familiar with people in the water conservancy field."
Akali's father here owned a dojo. In this era, a long-established dojo also meant connections. Oran planned to find someone to design a hydroelectric power plant for him.
He had all the details of that place memorized and could provide detailed data at any time.
"Tch, I thought you were going to do something else. I understand."
Akali didn't refuse Oran and even discussed it with her father for him. When Oran's consciousness returned to his main body, a complete set of theoretical design blueprints had appeared in his mind.
He had experienced a considerable amount of time in the dream, but this was unknown to the people on Firefly Island. So, in their eyes, Oran had produced a complete set of blueprints overnight, even detailing the parameters of every single rebar.
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