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I Choose In The One Piece Class, Do I Have A Choice?

Finn, who had traveled here, turned out to be Luffy's real brother. "My younger brother wants to be the Pirate King," Finn mused. "So, as the older brother, I have no choice but to become the Marine King!" He accessed the god-level selection system and saw the options: "1: Find a mate for Sengoku's sheep. Reward: Zoan Sheep (Common Breed)." "2: Befriend Sengoku's sheep. Reward: Zoan Sheep (Ancient)." "3: Steal Sengoku's sheep and roast it. Reward: Zoan Sheep (Phantom Beast)." "Tell me," Finn said with a mouthful of delicious roasted lamb, "do I really have a choice here?"

Lisandrin32 · Fantasia
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My Idiot Brother, My Brother Came To See You~ (2/5)

Shanks lay sprawled in the human-shaped crater, his body twisted and broken like a shattered doll. He stared up at Finn, who approached him with a calm, almost leisurely stride. Blood trickled from the corner of Shanks' lips as he managed a bitter smile.

"I knew you were talented... If I had known sooner, I would've chosen you..." Shanks rasped, his voice cracking.

Finn merely scoffed, curling his lips in disdain. "Please," he sneered, "You fooled my idiot brother, but me? You think I'd fall for your pathetic games?"

Before Shanks could respond, Finn's fist came down like a hammer, slamming him back into the dirt, unconscious. Finn exhaled, shaking his hand slightly, and turned his attention to the rest of the Red Hair Pirates.

"Can't have any loose ends, can we?" he muttered to himself.

One by one, Finn rounded up the pirate cadres, pressing his glowing palms against their bodies. A soft, green aura enveloped them as he used Medical Ninjutsu: Anesthesia Palm. Within moments, every one of them collapsed into a deep, unnatural slumber.

"Now," Finn mused, "just knocking them out won't cut it. These guys are too dangerous to leave unattended."

He stood up, brushing the dust off his coat, and headed back to the super battleship docked nearby.

The prison on the super battleship was no ordinary cell. It resembled a high-tech glass fortress from a sci-fi movie—transparent walls, a sterile ambiance, and full 360-degree surveillance, ensuring no prisoner could move without being watched.

Inside, three notorious prisoners were held: Sugar, Monet, and Ulti. Sugar and Monet, being sisters, were confined together, while Ulti was kept isolated due to her explosive temperament.

Finn led Charlotte Pudding to the prison floor. As they passed by Ulti's cell, she lunged at the glass barrier, her eyes blazing with fury.

"You bastard! Finally showing your face after betraying us! Kaido branded me a traitor because of you!" Ulti's fists hammered against the glass, her eyes sharp like twin daggers.

Finn stopped, tilting his head with a mocking grin. "Oh, relax, Ulti. I was just testing your loyalty to that big brute Kaido. If he truly trusted you, he wouldn't have believed a word I said." He shrugged nonchalantly. "But hey, he bought my lies, didn't he? Makes you wonder who he really trusted."

Ulti's rage simmered beneath her skin, her fists trembling. "I only joined the Beasts Pirates to prove my strength! To climb the ranks and challenge the top dogs!" she shouted, her voice cracking with both anger and desperation.

Finn chuckled, shaking his head. "You're such a pretty girl. Shame you waste all that energy on violence," he taunted. Turning to Pudding, he added, "See, Pudding? This is how a lady shouldn't behave."

Ignoring Ulti's furious screams, Finn walked away with Pudding, heading towards the next cell.

They stopped in front of Sugar and Monet's cell. Without hesitation, Finn unlocked the door and stepped inside, dragging Pudding along.

"You disgusting monster!" Monet shrieked, summoning a blizzard that swirled around her like a furious snowstorm. She launched herself at Finn, but he was ready.

In a blur, Finn intercepted her, slamming her onto the couch. His hand glowed green as he pressed it to her chest—Medical Ninjutsu: Anesthesia Palm. Monet's body went limp, her eyes fluttering shut.

"What did you do to my sister?!" Sugar demanded, though her voice quivered with barely contained fear.

Finn merely smirked, leaning closer to her. "Don't worry, little Sugar. You'll understand soon enough." Before she could react, he struck her lightly on the neck, sending her into a deep sleep as well.

"Alright, Pudding," Finn said, turning to his companion. "You know what to do."

"Hm~!" Pudding nodded, her small hands glowing as she extracted long strands of memory film from both sisters. Her fingers moved swiftly, editing their memories, replacing every instance of Doflamingo with Finn.

When Monet and Sugar awoke, their eyes were filled with nothing but adoration. "Master Finn, we're so sorry! We didn't mean to disobey you!" Monet cried, kneeling.

Sugar, rubbing her eyes, pouted. "Master, can I have some grapes now?"

Finn smiled, satisfied. "Good girls. You'll have your grapes soon. But first, I need your help."

With Monet and Sugar under his control, Finn led his small entourage back to the main deck, where the Red Hair Pirates lay unconscious.

"Master, are these the ones?" Sugar asked, popping grapes into her mouth.

"Indeed," Finn nodded. "Turn them all into toys."

Sugar grinned mischievously, her touch transforming each pirate into harmless, adorable toy versions of themselves—cats, dogs, even little pigs. Shanks, now a toy pig, squealed in horror.

"What have you done to me?!" he cried, trying to charge at Finn with his tiny hooves, but Finn easily swatted him aside.

The rest of the toy pirates tried to fight back, but their new forms rendered them utterly powerless. Finn laughed as he toyed with them, kicking them around like footballs.

Once satisfied, he called Hina to secure them. With her Cage-Cage Fruit powers, she restrained the toy pirates, locking them in the super battleship's most secure black prison—a place with no windows, no light, and certainly no mercy.

As the last door clanged shut, Finn dusted off his hands, turning to the freed villagers waiting for supplies.

"All taken care of. Let's get back to business," he said, smiling coldly. But in his eyes, a dangerous gleam remained, a promise of more chaos to come.

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