In a weapons shop in the Sabaody Archipelago.
A tall, skinny man in a leather jacket walked in.
"Hehehe, no wonder it's the Sabaody Archipelago, truly eye-opening."
The man who entered first smiled at his companion behind him.
"Moriah-sama, we should hurry up and resupply. This place is too close to Marine Headquarters, it's really dangerous."
The man behind spoke earnestly.
"I say, Absalom, are you being overly nervous? Who do you think I am!? I am Gecko Moria, the Moonlight. What's the difference between the shadow of an admiral and that of anyone else? Hehehe~"
The one who arrived was none other than Moriah, the super rookie who's been making waves on the seas this year.
The reason he came here was due to the intelligence on this weapons trading shop in the area, known for its excellent products and some contraband.
After all, they were about to enter the New World, where other things might be scarce but weapons and ammunition absolutely couldn't be lacking.
If they didn't have enough supplies, they could go plunder elsewhere, but without ample weaponry, surviving the harsh maritime environment of the New World would be difficult.
"Kid, get your boss out here for me, tell him there's a big deal to discuss!"
Absalom walked up to the counter attendant arrogantly.
For pirates like them, who roamed the seas lawlessly, getting them to respect others was even harder than killing them.
"Please wait, I'll go find the boss."
The attendant glanced at Absalom and his menacing pirates behind him without losing his cool and said calmly. After all, for him, the monthly salary and commission were enough to overlook these things.
Moreover, these pirates might just end up dead soon after entering the New World, making it even more unnecessary to get angry at a dead man.
Moriah didn't stop Absalom's actions. After all, he knew he wasn't suited for procuring supplies, so he entrusted the task of purchasing supplies for their pirate crew to the smoother Absalom.
"Giant Bear Ralph, Gun God Woodrow, Jack the Ripper, Fear Spreader Mar..."
Moriah stood near the wall not far from the counter, looking at the wanted posters pinned to it with knives. Undoubtedly, these wanted posters, with faces stabbed through by knives, represented those whose bounties had been resolved, either captured or dead.
"Hehehe, trying to show off, huh?"
Moriah said with a laugh. It could be said that it wasn't common for ordinary merchants to display wanted posters like this, as it indicated some level of involvement with the fates of these individuals.
"What's this thing that dares to cost one million Berry per shot!? Aren't these bullets too expensive even if they're made of diamonds?"
Moriah raised his eyebrows as he looked at the bullets placed in a box. Indeed, this price was somewhat outrageous. What kind of bullet dared to be priced at one million Berry per shot?
Facing the spitting Absalom, Bedeck, now evolved from a slave trader to an arms dealer, smiled and said, "This guest, did you see it clearly? These are Sea Prism Stone bullets, crafted through intricate polishing. You see, besides seawater, only Sea Prism Stone can greatly weaken the abilities of Devil Fruit users."
Bedeck then picked up a cup of hot tea and drank it, smiling at Absalom, awaiting his choice.
Absalom's reaction was somewhat exaggerated. If this thing was really made of Sea Prism Stone, then once they entered the New World, it would undoubtedly become their secret weapon.
Soon after taking the Sea Prism Stone bullet into his hand, Absalom stumbled. If he hadn't braced himself with his hands on the counter in time, he would have fallen to the ground.
It could be said that Sea Prism Stone was a Devil Fruit user's bane, capable of not only nullifying their abilities but also draining their physical strength, rendering them completely powerless.
"Hehehe, Absalom, your reaction seems a bit exaggerated, doesn't it?"
Moriah said with a cold look, "Give us a hundred Sea Prism Stone bullets, and do you have any other good stuff here? Bring it out, don't worry about us not being able to afford it."
For Moriah, a hundred shots at one million each, totaling a hundred million Berry, was peanuts, considering the vast wealth they had acquired from plundering and raiding royal tombs.
As the world's treasure hunter, Moriah had no shortage of money.
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"Hey, we're buying so much stuff, aren't you going to give us a discount?"
Absalom looked at Bedeck, who was sipping tea and having his subordinates calculate the prices, and said.
"Small business, no discounts."
Bedeck smiled.
"Do you think I don't know how much profit you arms dealers make?"
Bedeck listened, then pretended to be pitiful, "Where's the big profit when I have to pay so much in wages and shop rent every month? Not to mention, after deducting the profits given to the Marines, the World Government, and the big pirates of the New World, all I earn is hard-earned money."
"Is that my concern?"
Absalom crossed his arms, sneering, "But let me remind you..."
At this point, Absalom leaned in close to Bedeck's face, lowering his voice threateningly, "This time, our boss Moriah-sama won't be as polite as I am."
"..."
Hearing Absalom's words, Bedeck was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Moriah standing there, and then looked at the row of Den Den Mushi hidden under the counter with some suspicion of life.
Was this guy so bold? Didn't my bad reputation spread far enough?
When he first opened the shop, there were indeed some people who had improper thoughts. After all, Sea Prism Stone weapons, the nemesis of Devil Fruit users, were in high demand, but those who dared to act ended up with bad endings, either sold into the slave market or sent to Impel Down to spend their old age.
"Alright, Absalom, hurry up and settle the bill. We need to hurry and get the ship coated!"
Hearing Moriah's urging, Absalom reluctantly finished the transaction and caught up.
"It looks like this guy is about to enter the New World. This intelligence should fetch some good tea leaves. And Miss Katie seems to be having her birthday soon. What gift should I give her this year? It's really troubling."
Bedeck shook his head slightly, turned around, and walked back into the shop.
But this kind of life is really not bad at all.