One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki-Chapter 313: Five Elders: Lord Imu is Watching Us Be Simps?

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Chapter 313: Five Elders: Lord Imu is Watching Us Be Simps?

"Um... I have the String-String Fruit," Doflamingo gritted his teeth, refusing to show weakness, and interjected. "I can slice meat into micron-level thin slices, perfect for hot pot..."

"Shut up! Doflamingo!" Sakazuki whipped his head around, his gaze fierce enough to eat a man. "Is there any place for you to speak here? What? You want to compare logistical capabilities with the Navy? Believe it or not, this old man will burn those broken strings of yours right now?!"

Veins popped on Doflamingo’s forehead, and he was about to flare up. But looking at Sakazuki’s hand smoking with magma, and then at Garp and Sengoku watching the show with amused expressions, he endured it. A wise man doesn’t fight when the odds are against him. Once I get into the dungeon and get new power, you’re the first one I’ll cut!

Clap, clap, clap.

Just then, a crisp applause rang out. Blake smiled slightly, clapping his hands gently. "Not bad. Very creative, and very sincere. Since Admiral Sakazuki has said so much, if I refuse, wouldn’t I seem unreasonable?"

Blake casually fished out a black and gold card from behind the counter and tossed it onto the bar. "Approved. The kitchen is in the back. Catch the ingredients in the sea yourself. If tonight’s staff meal is good, I’ll save a spot for you every week."

Sakazuki’s serious face instantly bloomed into a chrysanthemum-like smile. He snatched up the card as if holding a rare treasure. "Mission guaranteed!!"

With that, the Marine Admiral didn’t even grab his jacket; he rushed toward the kitchen like a gust of wind. Passing by Sengoku, he even gave a triumphant hmph. That look clearly said: See, this is the victory of technique!

Sengoku: "..."

He looked at his hands, which only knew how to fire shockwaves, and fell into deep self-doubt. Could it be... That as Fleet Admiral, this old man also needs to develop some domestic use for the Buddha Fruit? Like... using golden light to serve as a desk lamp for the shopkeeper?

Jingle—

Just as the atmosphere in the tavern was developing in a strange direction, the wind chimes at the door rang again. A heavy and oppressive aura instantly flooded the hall. The pirates who were watching the excitement felt as if they were being choked and instantly fell silent.

Five elderly but majestic figures slowly walked in. The Five Elders! The world’s highest authorities who had just spent five hundred billion outside and personally chop a Celestial Dragon. Finally, they stepped into this legendary small shop.

Saint Saturn, walking at the front, still had a somewhat gloomy face. Although he settled Dragon with money and settled internal conflict with a gun, the feeling of being fleeced like a sucker still made a fire burn in his heart. However, when he looked up and saw the scene inside the tavern clearly, he froze.

Behind the bar, that lawless Warlord, Doflamingo, was wearing an apron and frantically wiping glasses. From the direction of the kitchen came the full-throated roar of Marine Admiral Sakazuki: "Heat control! Watch the heat! This is for the Shopkeeper!" And in the corner, Fleet Admiral Sengoku was staring blankly at a robot vacuum, seemingly studying if a shockwave could replace a vacuum cleaner.

This... Is this the Foosha Village where experts are as common as clouds and the sea trembles in awe?! This is a bunch of bootlickers who have lost their minds to grab a spot!

Saint Saturn’s mouth twitched wildly. He turned to look at the other four Elders behind him. The shock in everyone’s eyes was identical. But immediately after, this shock quickly transformed into a deep... longing.

There was no helping it! The dungeon was too enticing! Look at Garp, glowing with health, eating senbei while picking his feet. That old thing who was supposed to die of old age now had the vigorous vitality of a twenty-year-old lad! Look at Doflamingo, who was being glared at by Sakazuki as a competitor. Although his posture was humble, the excitement of imminent power couldn’t be hidden.

Even the Navy dogs they looked down upon the most had found a shortcut to becoming stronger here. As the rulers of the world, how could the Five Elders fall behind?! This wasn’t just a matter of power. It was a matter of authority! If the subordinates became stronger while they marched in place, the World Government would be overturned sooner or later!

"Ahem..." Warrior God of Justice, Saint Topman Warcury, coughed lightly and adjusted his suit tie. His sharp eyes swept around the shop, finally landing on the somewhat messy floor.

Since Sakazuki could cook, and Doflamingo could be a waiter, then this old man, a dignified Warrior God, possessing the Mythical Zoan Boar form, with thick skin and flesh... Could he apply to be a mover? Or... a doorman?

As long as he could get a spot in that damn "Special Dungeon". As long as he could obtain that power that could even slice through space. Forget being a doorman—even if this old man had to transform into a boar right now and let the shopkeeper ride him, he would...

Saint Warcury took a deep breath, just about to step forward and display his misplaced "service enthusiasm." However, just as his foot lifted, a gaze landed on his back. A calm, indifferent gaze that seemed to come from the eternal void.

Saint Warcury’s body went stiff instantly. That lifted foot hung awkwardly in mid-air, unable to come down. Cold sweat instantly soaked his expensive bespoke suit.

Not just him. Saint Saturn, Saint Nusjuro beside him... The five old men standing at the apex of the world were now like statues stared at by Medusa. They didn’t dare move a finger.

Because, in the deepest corner of the tavern, where the light was dimmest, sat a figure shrouded in a pitch-black robe. She didn’t speak. She didn’t even release any Haki. She just sat there quietly, holding a glass of water. Those strange pupils with triple red rings were staring faintly at all of this through the gap in the veil.

Imu. The master of the Empty Throne. The true God of the world.

The Five Elders’ Adam’s apples rolled with difficulty. The "service enthusiasm" that had surged in their hearts just a moment ago was like having a basin of liquid nitrogen poured over their heads. Frozen until not even dregs remained.

Are you kidding?! Lord Imu is watching right here!

Although they bowed and apologized outside to appease the Shopkeeper’s anger, that was a political necessity, for the greater good. But if they acted like that shameless Sakazuki right now, bowing and scraping, serving tea and water in this small shop for a spot... Where would Lord Imu put her face?! Where would the dignity of God go?! If they really did that, they would probably be erased into ash by Lord Imu’s terrifying ability before they even got a spot!

"Phew..." Saint Saturn exhaled a heavy breath of turbid air. That wrinkled old face was written with constipated pain and conflict. Too difficult. It’s too hard to be a bootlicker these days. Wolf in front, tiger behind. And a Sword of Damocles hanging over their heads. This was simply Hell Mode!

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