One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki-Chapter 388: You Call This Monster a Boy?

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Chapter 388: You Call This Monster a Boy?

Kaido’s voice trembled, a physical spasm born from extreme excitement.

His massive hands gripped the edge of the bar so tightly that the thick, solid wood was ground into sawdust beneath his fingers.

As the "Strongest Creature," Kaido craved battle more than anything else.

And what did a Senzu Bean mean?

It meant that as long as he had a single breath left in his body, he could charge headfirst into war an infinite number of times, just like that three-eyed martial artist.

It was a divine weapon of war capable of driving any warrior to madness!

Whitebeard, Edward Newgate, remained equally silent.

He looked down at his own massive, calloused hands, then back up at the screen where Tien Shinhan was actively stretching his limbs.

For an old soldier like him—who had been plagued by injuries and illness for years, relying on IV drips just to maintain a semblance of dignity—the value of a Senzu Bean far outweighed the allure of the legendary "One Piece."

It represented youth. It represented his prime. It represented an unrivaled return to power!

"Store Owner..."

Sengoku spoke, his voice gravelly, the lenses of his glasses glaring with stark white light.

"Are those beans... also items from the dungeon?"

Blake cast a sideways glance at the group of heavyweights who were rapidly losing their minds.

A playful smirk curled the corner of his mouth.

"Yep, a specialty of Korin Tower."

"Want them?"

"As long as you perform well in the dungeons, or if you’re lucky enough, anything is possible."

Blake’s words were the match that fully ignited the fanaticism inside the tavern.

Meanwhile, back in the dungeon world.

Imu’s mood had plummeted into an icy abyss.

She stood once again upon the rubble, her body beneath the black cloak heaving slightly from a mix of rage and shock.

That little bean hadn’t just healed Tien Shinhan.

It felt like a heavy slap to the face, utterly shattering her superiority complex as a "god."

In her world, she took absolute pride in her mastery of Life Return and Devil Fruit Awakening.

And yet, it paled in comparison to a tiny, insignificant bean.

Humiliation!

Indescribable humiliation!

Imu’s crimson eyes slowly shifted.

Finally, her gaze locked onto the boy standing protectively in front of Tien Shinhan.

Son Goku.

Right now, Goku was hunched over, helping Tien dust off his gi, muttering something like, "Man, the quality of these clothes is terrible."

He looked exactly like the friendly boy next door.

Completely harmless.

But Imu felt an unprecedented chill sweep over her.

A freezing dread that shot straight from the soles of her feet to the crown of her head!

As the supreme ruler behind the World Government, she had lived for far, far too long.

So long that she had nearly forgotten how to spell the word "fear."

But in this moment.

Her Observation Haki was screaming like a broken siren.

It was a warning a hundred times more frantic than when she had faced the Tri-Beam!

In her perception, the teenager standing before her wasn’t human at all.

He was an ocean.

No.

He was a black hole.

All energy, all killing intent, all pressure completely vanished in his presence, sinking like stones into the sea.

"You..."

Imu forced the word out.

Every syllable felt like it was ground through her teeth.

"Your name is Son Goku?"

Goku paused his scratching and blinked.

He turned around, flashing a slightly confused smile.

"Yeah, I’m Goku."

"Are you still here?"

"The match is over, you know. If you’re hurt, there’s a medical tent over by the stands."

Goku pointed toward the distant medical station, his tone entirely sincere.

But falling upon Imu’s ears, this sincerity morphed into the most condescending mockery imaginable.

He pities me?

He’s standing there like a victor, dispensing cheap concern?

"This feeling..."

Imu’s nails dug deeply into her palms.

She squeezed so hard that her newly healed wounds tore open, leaking fresh blood.

She stared into Goku’s clear eyes.

She desperately searched for even the slightest hint of malice, calculation, or killing intent within them.

But.

There was nothing.

There was only pure, unblemished innocence.

To someone like Imu—who had lived her entire existence at the pinnacle of conspiracy and power—this absolute purity was nauseating.

He was free.

Not the wild, chaotic freedom of a pirate like Luffy running amok on the seas.

It was a fundamental essence of life that stood above all things—acting entirely on its own desires, completely unshackled by any rules.

This was the exact concept Imu had spent the last eight hundred years trying to obliterate.

And she deemed it the most dangerous threat of all.

A formidable enemy... Imu silently mouthed the words in her mind.

She finally realized the truth about this dungeon trip.

That three-eyed martial artist, Tien Shinhan, had merely been an appetizer.

The true, insurmountable mountain blocking her path was this boy named Son Goku.

It wasn’t just a difference in raw power.

It was a complete system override.

Imu could sense that the energy tier residing within him had entirely surpassed her understanding of the world.

If Haki was the crystallization of willpower, and Ki was the sublimation of life force...

Then the presence Goku emitted felt like the very will of the universe itself.

Unfathomable.

Unbeatable.

"Hehehe..."

Imu suddenly let out a low, cold laugh.

The sound grated harshly against the silence of the ruins.

"Son Goku."

"I have memorized that name."

She slowly raised her hand, pointing directly at Goku’s nose.

The aura beneath her black cloak began to compress wildly.

Due to the extreme tension, the space around her began to warp and distort.

It was the manifestation of Conqueror’s Haki compressed to its absolute limit.

"In this world, I may just be a passing traveler."

"But here."

"I will take your head."

Imu’s voice dripped with murderous intent.

Under the crushing pressure, the loose rocks around her began to defy gravity, floating up into the air.

"Huh?"

Goku blinked in confusion.

He felt the piercing killing intent, but his expression didn’t turn grim.

Instead.

He looked eager to fight?

"Do you want to fight me?"

The teenager’s eyes instantly lit up like stars.

After watching Tien Shinhan fight so intensely, his hands had been itching for action.

"Sure, let’s do it!"

"But not right now. The finals haven’t started yet."

The teenager’s joy was authentic, entirely unadulterated.

But to Imu, that joy was sharper than the most venomous curse.

She felt as if the majesty and divinity she had built over eight centuries were being repeatedly dragged through the mud by this wild monkey of a boy.

"You..."

Just as Imu opened her mouth to spit out a threat and salvage her pride—

"U-Uhm..."

A trembling voice echoed from the edge of the ruined stage.

It was the blonde announcer in sunglasses.

He was gripping his microphone for dear life, half his body hiding behind a massive slab of concrete, with only his head poking out.

He looked exactly like a man trying to talk two charging T-Rexes into calming down.

"C-Contestants..."

The announcer gulped, his voice wavering.

"T-The finals are about to begin..."

"Could unrelated personnel... uh, I mean, could the winning contestant please step down and rest..."

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