[9]God Of Weapons

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After eliminating the pirate crew, leaving only the navigator alive, Ren ordered the trembling Mayn to clean the deck, now littered with the bodies of the slain pirates. Fear gripped Mayn as he realized he was in the presence of a man capable of single-handedly decimating his entire crew. With no courage to refuse, he began the grim task of tossing the corpses into the sea, where the sharks eagerly awaited their next meal.

Ren settled into a wooden chair on the deck, gazing out into the dark expanse of the night. The only illumination in the vast ocean came from his ship, which felt like a beacon in solitude.

As Mayn steered the ship towards Cocoyasi Village, Ren felt a buzz in his mind—a familiar voice echoed once again:

[Ding! Congratulations, host! You have completed the hidden mission "Eliminating the First Pirate Crew" and obtained the combat skill!]

"!!!"

Ren's heart raced. "Did I just complete a hidden mission? This skill should be something extraordinary... Let's see what I've received."

He commanded the system to display his status.

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Name: Ren Konabar.

Age: 27.

Physical Strength Level: 4500 (E)

Skills: Weapons Knowledge (Level A)

Combat Skills: [Tempest Kick (Low)] | [God of Weapons (Low)]

Devil Fruit: None.

Girlfriends: None.

Crew Members: None.

Bloodline: None.

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Ren's gaze fell on the new skill and he eagerly read its description.

[God of Weapons: A skill that enables the user to create any weapon existing in this world or born from the user's imagination. As long as the user possesses sufficient resources, any weapon can be created. Once this skill reaches its maximum level, the user can forge powerful weapons like Ancient Weapons, Shichibukai Seraphim clones, Germa 66's body, and various advanced weapons that predate this era.]

"!!!"

The power behind such a skill left Ren awestruck. 'If I can maximize this ability, I could create an infinite army of robots as long as I have the materials!'

He contemplated the implications of wielding Ancient Weapons, recognizing the strategic advantage they would offer in battle. "Imagine the surprise on my enemies' faces... With such power at my disposal, I'd be unstoppable!"

Recalling past events, he thought, "The Pacifista are formidable foes, capable of easily dispatching weaker opponents. I remember the Straw Hat Pirates struggling against one; they would have perished if not for Kuma's timely intervention... but that's an impossibility for me."

Coughing lightly to clear his thoughts, Ren reflected on the rewards of his hidden quest. "Eliminating this pirate crew has yielded such a remarkable skill. It seems hidden missions reward generously."

He soon noticed another skill had been added to his status.

"Weapons Knowledge...Acquired due to my extensive understanding of advanced weaponry from my past life. These technologies are far beyond the primitive designs of this world... save for Vegapunk's inventions."

He also noted an increase in his physical strength, now up by 1,500 points, although his overall level remained at E.

After processing the changes, Ren glanced at the new categories in his status.

"Girlfriends... cough, this system is oddly meticulous about perverted details... but why is there no 'sex slave' category?"

The system, maintaining a stoic front, seemed to want to retort: "Who here is the pervert?!"

Shaking off the strange interaction, Ren rose from his seat and left the deck, making his way toward the ship's warehouse.

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Standing among the stacked boxes filled with various foods, including apples, meat, and barrels of wine, Ren noted the bounty available. This stockpile would sustain him for several years, even for someone with a hearty appetite.

He stored the supplies in the system space, knowing that time paused for anything kept there, eliminating worries about spoilage.

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As Ren continued exploring the ship, he checked different rooms, gathering anything he deemed useful.

In the treasure room, he stood amidst piles of gold, jewels, and neatly arranged money. His eyes gleamed with excitement, remembering someone who would surely envy such a sight.

"Ah, Nami would lose her mind over this... and maybe her childhood friend, Carina, would join her," he mused, a smirk forming on his lips.

After securing the wealth, he exited the room to continue his collection.

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"A treasure trove of weapons and artillery… This reminds me of my previous life," Ren sighed, nostalgia washing over him as he recalled his days as a Special Forces soldier.

Once he had cleared the weaponry from the room, he ascended to the deck, where the night slowly yielded to dawn, bathing the Sea World in light.

Although fatigue weighed heavily on him, Ren knew rest would have to wait. Mayn was still aboard, and he couldn't lower his guard until they reached their destination.

As the ship approached Arlong Park, Ren braced himself for whatever challenges lay ahead.