One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki Chapter 312: Akainu: Shopkeeper, I Can Make Magma Grilled Fi

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Chapter 312: Akainu: Shopkeeper, I Can Make Magma Grilled Fish!

Boom—!!

This sentence ca out, and the tavern hall, which had been full of disdain and mockery, instantly exploded! It really exploded! It was like soone had thrown a depth charge into a septic tank. Everyone’s expressions froze in that instant, then crumbled.

"Wh... What?!" The pineapple in Marco’s hand was crushed directly, yellow juice flowing all over his hand. But he didn’t care to wipe it at all. His dead-fish eyes were now wide as brass bells, staring fixedly at Doflamingo.

"No queuing?! Reserved spot?!"

In this Foosha Village, what was the most precious thing right now? Money? Don’t joke! Of the pirates queuing at the door, who wasn’t worth over a hundred million? Did the Five Elders, who Dragon blackmailed for five hundred billion, lack money? No!

Here, the most precious thing was "Ti"! It was "Opportunity"! To snatch a spot for a beginner dungeon, bloody conflicts occurred in the square outside every day. For a spot in an advanced dungeon, even the Four Emperors would personally step in and fight until their heads broke! Look at that long dragon of a line at the door. It stretched from the tavern entrance all the way to the coastline, then wrapped around the island three tis! To get a turn, you’d have to wait at least three months!

But now. Doflamingo, just because he poured a cup of coffee, wiped the table a few tis, and called out "Young Master" a few tis, directly obtained a queue-skipping "Advanced Dungeon" spot?! That was an admission ticket to obtaining earth-shattering power!

Look at Garp! Look at Kizaru! Look at Golden Lion Shiki! Who among them didn’t erge from the dungeon completely reborn, transford into a god-like monster?

"Dammit!!"

Lucky Roux, who was laughing at Doflamingo just monts ago, suddenly found the at bone in his hand unappetizing. He slapped himself hard. The fat on his face trembled. "Why the hell didn’t I think of that?! I can cook too! The roast at I make is clearly better than anyone else’s! If I had co earlier to roast at for the shopkeeper, would I have gotten a spot too?!"

It wasn’t just him. The entire Red Hair Pirates, the entire Whitebeard Pirates, even the officers of the Big Mom Pirates who hadn’t grabbed a spot yet—at this mont, their guts were turning green with regret! They looked at Doflamingo in his waiter’s vest. The disdain in their eyes vanished without a trace. Replacing it was intense jealousy! It was a madness that wished they could replace him!

What dignity of the strong? What face of a pirate? In front of power that could let you ascend to the heavens in a single step, dignity wasn’t worth a fart! If they could be given an advanced dungeon spot... Forget serving tea and water. Even if they were asked to wear grass skirts and dance the hula at the tavern door all day, they wouldn’t even furrow a brow!

"Fuffuffuffuffu..."

Feeling the jealous gazes around him that seed ready to spew fire, Doflamingo finally couldn’t hold it back. He lowered his head, his shoulders shaking violently, and let out that signature, hair-raising laugh. Although he was still wiping a glass, and although his waist was still bent, the look in his eyes behind the sunglasses was filled with the mockery of a victor.

Laugh? Weren’t you laughing happily just now? Keep laughing! Who is the dog? Who is the clown?

In this dog-eat-dog world, only the power in your hand is real! As long as I can beco stronger, as long as I can trample those bastards high above under my feet... forget being a waiter—even if I have to be this master’s watchdog, I’d do it happily!

"Thank you for the reward, Young Master!" Doflamingo’s voice trembled slightly with excitent. His hands, which had held guns and killed people for years, now placed the coffee cup on the coaster with incredible gentleness.

Then he turned around, facing that group of great pirates whose faces were ashen, looking like they had lost their parents. With extre elegance, and looking extrely punchable, he gave a slight bow.

"Guests, do you require any service? As the Chief Waiter of this establishnt, I am happy to be of service. Of course..." He pushed up his sunglasses, the corners of his mouth splitting to his ears. "Limited to serving tea and pouring water. If you want to cut in line... Fuffuffu, then please turn left out the door and go sober up in the sea."

Pfft—!

This stab was too ruthless. Vista clutched his chest, feeling like he was about to have a heart attack. Even the usually calm Benn Beckman had trembling fingers, biting his cigarette in half.

They lost. They lost thoroughly. In terms of mindset, they actually lost to a hooligan boss they looked down upon the most!

"Um..."

In this dead silence filled with the sour sll of jealousy, Sengoku, who had been playing dead at the bar, suddenly raised his hand weakly. His serious old face carried a bit of embarrassnt, yet also a bit of expectation.

"Brother Blake. Look... This old man hasn’t done little to help you maintain order these past few days, right? Um... I’m also very good at making tea. My hotown’s senbei-making craft is also top-notch. Do you think..."

Before Sengoku could finish, Sakazuki beside him suddenly turned his head, looking at his superior with disbelief. "Fleet Admiral! You are the Fleet Admiral of the Navy! How can you say such things for a spot?!"

Sakazuki’s eyes, burning with magma heat, were filled with anger at his superior’s lack of backbone. "Do we not care about the Navy’s Justice anymore?!"

Sengoku blushed and was about to explain, when he saw Sakazuki suddenly stand up. He ripped off the dark red suit jacket on his body, revealing the shirt underneath, strained tight by his muscles.

Then, this Marine Admiral looked at Blake with a serious face. His voice was loud and resounding. "Shopkeeper! I can make Magma-Seared Fish! Cooked in two seconds, crispy outside and tender inside, and automatically deodorized! If you need it, I, Sakazuki... Am willing to be your chef!!"

Clang—

This ti, it wasn’t just the pirates who were dumbfounded. Even the polishing cloth in Doflamingo’s hand dropped to the floor in fright. Is this... The Navy’s bottom line?!

In the corner of the bar, Marco nearly rubbed the skin off his pineapple. "This is... a Marine Admiral? Oi, oi, this is too competitive! How are us pirates who only know how to cut people supposed to live?!"

Not just the pirates. Even Doflamingo beside him narrowed his eyes behind his sunglasses into slits. Crisis! An unprecedented professional crisis! He thought that lowering himself to be a waiter was unique on this sea. He didn’t expect these guys from the Navy, with their big eyebrows and big eyes, to betray their integrity even harder than him!

Magma Grilled Fish? With automatic deodorizing? Is this a strategy any sane living creature could co up with?!

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