One Piece: Talent Copy System!

Chapter 164: The Dark King Rayleigh

[A/N] - Support & Read Up to 15 Advanced Chapters on My Patreon!

[A/N] - Link Below

...

Sabaody Archipelago was a haven for hidden talents. Many powerful figures from the first half of the Grand Line passed through, and the island's blend of natural beauty and lawlessness made it an ideal place to lie low.

Led by one of his crewmates, Noir arrived at an opulent building. The crewmate’s face was grim. “He’s in there. It seems he was captured.”

Puff looked up, his fish-man features darkening. “Isn’t this the slave auction house?”

Noir crossed his arms, a sneer playing on his lips. “On my island? Someone did this?”

Since Noir’s arrival on Sabaody, though he hadn’t explicitly forbidden it, the slave auction houses had wisely closed their doors.

The patrons of these establishments were typically Celestial Dragons, and the auction houses knew what Noir had done to them…

No one crossed the Underworld Pirates on this island.

Yet, here they were, someone brazenly conducting a slave auction.

This was a raw nerve for every member of the Underworld Pirates!

Puff lowered his head, his normally gentle face full with anger. He asked in a low voice, “Captain, what should we…?”

Noir’s eyes narrowed. “If they want to open their doors, it means they're prepared to pay the price.”

“Let’s not pretend to be saints. Break it down!”

Puff nodded eagerly, a vicious glint in his eyes. He turned and clapped his hands sharply.

The Underworld Pirates sprang into action. Nylph, their resident demolition expert, stepped forward and slammed his fist into the grand entrance.

The seemingly sturdy, red-lacquered doors splintered under the force of his blow, shards of wood exploding inwards. The shockwave rippled through the auction house's main hall.

Inside, a brightly lit stage held a large iron cage containing children of various ages and races, both human and fish-man.

On the other side of the stage, the auctioneer, who moments before had been enthusiastically describing the merchandise, now lay paralyzed on the floor, pointing a trembling finger at the entrance and stammering,

“Devil Noir…!”

Amidst the overturned furniture and panicked guests, wealthy men and women scrambled in terror, their faces paling at the mention of Noir's name.

They were all nobles who enjoyed owning slaves, but since arriving in Sabaody, they hadn't been able to purchase any due to Noir’s presence.

Frustrated, they'd offered a hefty sum, and finally, one auction house had reopened. They'd rushed to the event, eager to acquire new slaves.

But luck was not on their side today. They hadn’t even warmed their seats before the notorious pirate showed up.

The group of thugs barged in without a word. Noir, draped in a menacing black fur coat, surveyed the scene with a chilling gaze.

His crew, each one radiating a dangerous aura, stood beside him, weapons in hand, including the young women among them – all ready for a fight.

Noir gestured with his hand. "Guard the entrance. Release the slaves."

The first command was for his crew, the second for the auction house staff.

The staff hastily unlocked the cage on stage. The children, as if seeing the light for the first time, scrambled out.

Children of various races fearlessly ran towards the Underworld Pirates, crowding behind Noir, tearfully recounting their ordeals.

They'd heard stories from older slaves about the pirate Noir, the liberator.

In the eyes of many slaves, Noir had become a symbol of hope, much like Fisher Tiger before him.

Noir gently patted the children's backs and fixed a cold stare on the auctioneer. "Is that all?"

The auctioneer, intimidated by the fierce glare, stumbled backward. Just then, a man in a suit approached.

He offered Noir a business card with a fawning smile. “Mr. Noir, I’m the owner of this establishment. Could we speak privately?”

Noir didn't even glance at the card, offering no courtesy. "No."

The owner, sweat dripping from his bald head, forced a smile. "Sir, please, tell me what you want. Don't make things difficult for us."

Noir chuckled darkly. "So you're offering me a bribe to continue your slave trade?"

The owner eagerly nodded, leaning closer conspiratorially.

"Though you are powerful, sir, our backers are among the highest-ranking Celestial Dragons, the nobles among nobles, so…"

"Heh."

Noir chuckled softly and patted the owner's shoulder.

The owner's heart leaped with hope, thinking he'd struck a deal. But then Noir spoke, his voice chillingly casual.

"Remove his head."

"Understood."

The owner's eyes widened in terror, but before he could utter a word, a pair of cold hands gripped his skull.

Lucci appeared silently behind him. With a swift, brutal motion, he snapped the owner's neck, sending a spray of blood across the room.

He had quite literally removed the man's head…

Lucci tossed the bloodied head to the floor. The pampered nobles, witnessing such brutality, froze in terror, their legs trembling.

Some, overcome with fear, soiled themselves, leaving a pungent odor in the air.

Lucci's pale hands were now stained crimson, blood dripping from his cuffs. "What about these… unsightly nobles?"

Noir, walking towards the auction house's inner chambers where the slaves were held, replied casually, "Do as you see fit."

This was a high-class establishment that profited from the suffering of others. These nobles weren't good people. Leaving them in the hands of the ruthless Lucci was hardly a cause for concern.

Lucci nodded. Once Noir had entered the slave pens, he turned to the rest of the Underworld Pirates and said coldly,

"Kill them all."

Those three words were like a thunderclap to the nobles. They cried out in terror.

"No! You can't! We're nobles from all over the world! You wouldn't kill us!"

"You can't do this!"

The Underworld Pirates remained unmoved..

The sounds of slaughter echoed from outside, but Noir didn't flinch. He continued walking towards the dark rooms within.

A flash of light erupted from his fingertip, illuminating the large chamber.

The room was filled with iron cages, each holding captured slaves.

Noir immediately ordered his crew to free them. Just then, a powerful voice boomed through the darkness,

"You've got quite the ruthless streak, young man."

Noir smiled and approached one of the cages. Inside sat an elderly man with silver hair.

"Dark King Rayleigh, I've found you."

He wore round, rimless glasses. Even in chains, his regal aura was undeniable.

Rayleigh scratched his head, chuckling. "So you came looking for me, eh? Shame, I was hoping to earn some drinking money here."

Noir burst out laughing.

Selling himself because he's broke? Now that's creative. I might have to try that if I ever go bankrupt.

...

Support & Read 15 Advanced Chapters!

[Replace '@' with 'a' to access Patreon normally]

There is 8 Exciting Fanfics already available on my Patreon page!