Goa Kingdom, Foosha Village.
The weather today was bright and clear, not a cloud in the sky. The sea was calm, the waves gentle, and seagulls wheeled lazily above the harbor, crying as they glided back and forth. The whole scene felt peaceful and warm.
Villagers bustled about the town, each face carrying an easy smile.
On the docks, people moved cargo off ships one load after another.
Amon Nagi watched the busy crew in front of other ships, then looked at the empty stretch of pier in front of his own. He could not help letting out a sigh.
He had already been in Foosha Village for three days. To be precise, he had been in the world of pirates for three days.
Yes, Amon was not a person of this world. He had crossed over because of a freak accident.
Three days ago, he had logged into Dungeon Fighter Online. Bored out of his mind, he started playing the gacha box game. When he pulled the title "King of Gacha," he was suddenly and inexplicably sent here.
More accurately, he had been dropped onto this merchant ship, a sea-going vessel that looked shabby and worn from the outside, yet was bizarrely spacious within.
Right after that, the system notified him that he had become the owner of this merchant ship.
This ship might be called a merchant vessel, but it did not deal in normal cargo. What it sold was jars.
Clay jars.
The price tags on the jars were outrageous. Every single one was labeled at one hundred thousand Berries.
One hundred thousand Berries might not be an astronomical sum in the world of pirates, but it was definitely not small either.
Right, it was enough to fund the bounty on two thousand adorable Choppers.
So when Amon piloted the merchant ship into Foosha Village, everyone in town watched him with that look of enlightened wisdom, like they had already seen through him.
Such tiny jars, yet he dared to set the price that high. If that was not idiotic, what was it?
He had not earned a single Berry in three whole days. If the system did not forbid it, Amon would have sold the ship and gone to find another way out already.
"System, are you sure anyone is actually going to buy these jars? Why don't we sail somewhere else instead?"
Foosha Village was just a small town. He doubted there was anyone here willing to part with that much money. If he changed to a larger, more prosperous port, Amon felt his chances would at least improve.
"Apologies, host. The system has its principles. Only after ten jars have been sold in a single place are you allowed to move on to the next location."
The reply in his mind was the system's cold, mechanical voice.
"Ugh, with such ridiculous prices, who could even afford them? Ten jars might take ten years to sell!"
When he heard he had to sell ten of them before he could go anywhere else, Amon's heart deflated.
"Host, there is no need to worry. Everything inside these jars is worth far more than the price. As long as you manage to sell one and people see the effect, they will scramble to buy more. Also, the money from sales will be split fifty–fifty between you and me. And for every ten jars sold, you can choose one exclusive jar to open. Everything in those will be treasures."
Seeing Amon lose heart, the system switched to a coaxing tone.
"That all sounds nice, but how am I supposed to sell even one to get that kind of advertisement going? Why don't we let a few people open some for free first? Once I start making money, I'll pay you back, how about that?" Amon's eyes turned as a new idea popped into his head.
"Free is impossible. In this lifetime, that word does not exist. Host, please cut off that line of thinking immediately. As for how to sell them, that depends on your own ability. Farewell."
Once the system finished speaking, it immediately disappeared.
"Emmmmmmmp… damn system."
Amon gave a mental sneer, then started seriously thinking about how in the world he was going to sell ten jars.
He definitely did not want to spend his entire life stuck in Foosha Village.
In his last life he had been a One Piece fanatic. Now that he had entered the One Piece world for real, if he did not travel around, broaden his horizons, and pick up a few cute girls along the way, could he still call himself human?
But, first problem: how to sell ten jars.
Huh?
Just as Amon was racking his brains over how to move those jars, his eyes suddenly lit up.
Because he saw a little brat wearing a yellow straw hat and a light red short-sleeved shirt walking from a tavern in town toward the docks.
The kid's face was slapped with two large plasters. Looking more closely, Amon realized this was none other than the child of destiny himself, the straw-hat boy Monkey D. Luffy.
Being One Piece fan in his previous world, Amon was naturally very familiar with Luffy.
It was just that the Luffy in front of him seemed a bit too small. He looked only seven or eight years old.
So the time he had crossed into must be ten years before the main story, the age Luffy was in his memories, when he had just accidentally eaten the Devil Fruit.
"Sigh, Shanks really has gone back out to sea again. I wonder when I'll be able to set sail and have adventures like Shanks too."
"Ouch, that really hurts. Ace's punch was way too hard, my stomach hurts so much, and I'm starving…"
Little Luffy walked along muttering to himself. After rubbing the wounds on his face, his stomach suddenly growled. A wave of hunger rose up from deep inside.
"I wonder if Dadan's finished cooking yet. And Grandpa is so mean, why did he throw me into such a faraway mountain ravine and dump me in the bandit hideout I hate the most…"
Ever since that bandit boss had bullied Shanks last time, Luffy had hated bandits. What he longed for was the freedom of pirates, that unfettered, unchained life on the sea.
He kept grumbling under his breath, hunching his back, tongue lolling from hunger, walking weakly away from the harbor.
"Hey, little brother up there, hold on a second!"
Just as he was about to turn back, a voice rang out from a ship moored beside the pier.
Luffy glanced left and right and, seeing no one else around, pointed at himself.
"Big brother, are you calling me?"
"Yes. If I am not mistaken, your name should be Monkey D. Luffy, right?"
Amon stared at the little Luffy not far away, his smile growing wider.
Because he had finally found a way to sell his jars.