[System Notification] You have consud 5,000 Travel Points to upgrade Swordsmanship to Level 9. Remaining Travel Points: 2,000.
[System Notification] Level 9 Swordsmanship rging…
Hearing the system's voice echo in his mind, Arashi, seated cross-legged on the deck, slowly closed his eyes.
In the next instant—
A vast, surging sword intent, like a roaring river, poured into his body from all directions.
As this boundless sword intent flowed into him, countless sword techniques began to rge within his mind—
From Level 1… to Level 9…
Each stage fused seamlessly, layer upon layer, until they beca one with him.
At the mont Arashi fully integrated and comprehended this power—
The gate to the Sword Dao world, which had only fleetingly appeared before, silently opened.
Within that ethereal and boundless realm—
He saw dazzling sword auras descending like galaxies, slicing mighty rivers in two.
He saw radiant, overwhelming slashes that crushed cities into dust.
He saw mountains cleaved apart.
He saw vast oceans split open.
He even saw the sky itself torn into two halves—
This was a pure world of swordsmanship.
A realm that all swordsn dread of reaching—
Yet could never attain.
[System Notification] Level 9 Swordsmanship successfully rged.
[System Notification] You have opened the gateway to the Sword Dao World and entered the Sword Domain. Within the Sword Domain, the path of the sword is endless!
As the system's voice faded—
Silence filled Arashi's mind.
His entire being entered a state of complete emptiness.
…
anwhile—
The villagers from Cocoyasi Village were experiencing Loguetown for the first ti, a place filled with legend. Their excitent was evident as they worked tirelessly to unload the tangerines.
Under the guidance of Bell-mère, who had once been a Marine, the villagers transported the fruit in batches to the local fruit market.
Bell-mère was the busiest of them all.
She first led a group of villagers to familiarize themselves with the route, then went ahead to secure stalls.
Unlike ordinary villages, Loguetown's market had strict regulations.
Each stall required a permit from the market office, along with a fee. Without proper authorization, goods could be confiscated.
Inside the market office—
A middle-aged man wearing a hat looked at Bell-mère and frowned. "You want two storefronts? The only ones left are the largest ones—and they won't be cheap."
"That's perfect!"
Hearing they were the largest, Bell-mère's eyes lit up. "That's exactly what we need."
"Alright."
The man nodded, handing her a temporary business permit. Then he wrote out a bill. "Here's the cost for the two storefronts. Take a look."
Bell-mère glanced at it, found the price acceptable, and paid without hesitation.
Just as she turned to leave—
"Wait."
The man suddenly spoke, studying her carefully. "Have we t before?"
Hearing this, Bell-mère turned back politely. "Sir, you must be mistaken. This is my first ti in Loguetown—"
Before she could finish—
Her eyes suddenly tightened.
Her pupils shrank as she stared at the man in shock.
But only for a mont.
She quickly regained her composure and repeated calmly, "This is my first ti here."
"I see… must've been mistaken."
The man waved her off.
Bell-mère didn't linger. She quickly left and returned to the market.
With permits secured, the tangerines from Cocoyasi Village—amounting to dozens of tons—finally began wholesale distribution in Loguetown's fruit market.
And almost imdiately—
The entire market's prices began to fluctuate.
The reason was simple:
Cocoyasi Village's tangerines had no middlen inflating the price.
Their pricing was extrely competitive.
As soon as the first batch sold, more and more retailers flocked in to purchase.
Watching baskets of tangerines being bought up one after another, the villagers were overjoyed.
But—
Bell-mère sat alone inside the stall, lost in thought.
"Bell-mère, what's wrong?"
A villager approached her during a break. "Are you feeling unwell?"
"N-No, I'm fine…"
Bell-mère snapped out of it, forcing a smile. "Everyone, keep up the good work! The sooner we sell everything, the sooner we can head back."
"Haha, we'll definitely sell out!"
The villager laughed. "In just this short ti, Mr. Arashi's 3,000 jin of tangerines are already sold out! Oh—almost forgot, this is his."
He handed her a thick stack of Beli—the earnings from Arashi's harvest.
Looking at the money, Bell-mère suddenly realized sothing—
Arashi hadn't co with them.
After putting the money away, she scanned the area and asked, "Has anyone seen Mr. Arashi?"
"He's still on the ship."
With that, the villager hurried off to continue working.
Bell-mère didn't hesitate.
She stood up and headed straight toward the harbor.
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