Chapter 477: Chapter 477: A Two Hundred Million Beri Ticket to the Past

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Chapter 477: A Two Hundred Million Beri Ticket to the Past

The familiar wooden door of the tavern swung open, ringing the crisp, chiming wind chimes hanging above.

Blake was reclining in his rocking chair behind the bar, a manga book draped over his face. His breathing was steady, making it seem like he was dozing off, while tufts of his messy, silver hair peeked out from the edges of the comic.

Kaido, donning his security uniform, was hunched over, bending his comically massive frame as he scrubbed the countertops vigorously with a rag. The nametag on his chest prominently displayed "007."

Hearing the door open, Kaido paused mid-wipe. Catching a glimpse of Garp and Sengoku out of the corner of his eye, his body instinctively tensed for a split second. He immediately averted his gaze, pretending he hadn’t seen a thing, and buried his head to continue cleaning. He scrubbed the exact same spot back and forth seven or eight times.

When it came to these old Marine hooligans who routinely toggled their cheat-like powers, Kaido only had one survival strategy: stay as far away as humanly possible.

Garp didn’t have the time of day to bother with him. He marched straight to the bar and slammed his fist onto the wooden surface with a loud thud. "Boss Blake! Wake up! We’ve got big business for you!"

Blake sluggishly removed the manga from his face and let out a yawn. His lazy, half-lidded eyes swept over the two veterans. "Did the two of you old-timers just get your monthly stipends or something?"

Garp pulled a thick stack of bills from his coat and slapped it onto the counter with a loud smack. The wads of cash were stacked like literal bricks. "We want to customize a dungeon."

Blake’s eyes finally opened fully. He sat up straight, a glimmer of genuine interest flashing in his gaze. "Oh? A custom dungeon?" He tapped his fingers lightly against the bar. "That’s going to be very expensive."

Sengoku stepped forward, his expression dead serious. "Money is not an issue." He met Blake’s gaze, enunciating every syllable. "We want to go to God Valley."

Blake paused for a moment. A highly amused smile slowly crept up the corners of his lips. He obviously knew what God Valley was. It was the most legendary battle in the entire One Piece world. The resting place of the Rocks Pirates. The deification battle of the Marine Hero, Garp.

"You guys just want to go back and smurf on the noobs, huh."

Garp didn’t even try to hide his intentions, his booming voice threatening to blow the roof off the tavern. "Damn right! I’m going back to beat the living shit out of Roger and Rocks!" He smashed his fist against the bar, making the wood groan in protest. "We fought with so much frustration back then. This time, I’m gonna show them the true meaning of cruelty!"

In the corner, Kaido silently shrank his massive body down another notch as he wiped the table.

Blake looked at the two battle-crazed old men and held up two fingers. "Two hundred million Beri." He paused. "No credit."

Two hundred million. Sengoku’s eye twitched. But it only twitched for a second. Gritting his teeth, he reached into the inner lining of his Justice cloak and pulled out an ink-black card—a specialized Black Card approved directly by the World Government. "Swipe it."

Blake took the Black Card and swiped it through an oddly-shaped machine on the counter. Ding. "Payment successful."

Garp cracked his neck, the joints popping like firecrackers. He rolled his shoulders and flexed his fists, his knuckles cracking loudly. "My fists have been thirsting for this for a long time."

Blake pushed the card back across the bar and snapped his fingers. The crisp sound echoed through the quiet tavern. In the very next second—

The space in the dead center of the tavern violently warped. The air swirled as if stirred by an invisible giant hand, bending the light and tearing the void apart. A swirling portal emitting a dark red glow materialized out of thin air.

From the depths of the vortex, heaven-shaking battle cries echoed faintly. The thunder of artillery fire. The clash of blades. The roaring of the sea.

A violent, chaotic scent of blood belonging to a bygone era poured out of the portal. It was the winds of thirty-eight years ago. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Sengoku took a deep breath. He slowly removed his seagull cap and gently set it down on the bar. His Justice cloak billowed around him without any wind, snapping loudly.

Garp didn’t hesitate for a fraction of a second. He took a massive stride forward, plunging headfirst into the dark red vortex. His wild, unbridled laughter echoed out from the distorted space, reverberating throughout the tavern. "Roger—! Rocks—! I’m coming to settle the score!"

Sengoku followed right behind him, his silhouette vanishing into the crimson light.

The vortex slowly shrank. Closed. Disappeared.

Tranquility returned to the tavern. All that remained was the seagull cap resting on the counter and the lingering, bloody scent of the old era slowly fading in the air.

Blake sank back into his rocking chair, picking his manga up and draping it over his face. A faint smile played on his lips as he muttered under his breath, "This is gonna be a great show."

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