Idle Level-Up in One Piece Chapter 190 190: Ask Yourself—Have You Worked Hard Enough!?

The age belonged to the Twelve Zodiac Generals.

Currently, the Sea Circle Calendar marks Year 1466—decades distant from that period.

Klein stroked his chin, lost in contemplation.

Until this moment, he hadn't spared a thought for a codename. Yet now, he faced the pressure to invent one right away.

As a transmigrator, though his novel-reading experience lagged behind hardcore enthusiasts, it far surpassed the embryonic cultural depth of the One Piece realm.

Titles swirled in his thoughts: Desolate Heavenly Emperor, Lord of the Grey Mist, The Great Fool, Immortal of Compassion, Han the Runner...

One among them stood out awkwardly from the rest.

Yeeted.

"Must it be exactly two characters?" Klein glanced at Fleet Admiral Oharden.

Oharden twirled his beard with a hearty laugh. "No strict guidelines exist. Choose whatever suits you."

"Struggling already?"

"Shall this old fellow suggest one?"

Instructor Carter eagerly interjected. "What about... White Tiger?"

"....." Klein's face grew grim. Are you unaware that name carries... dubious connotations in some realms!?

Even in this remote backwater, you're steering toward that direction... Remarkable!

Carter attempted once more. "Not White Tiger? Perhaps... Black Bull?"

"Stop it!"

Klein stood dumbfounded and cut him off sharply. "I'll figure one out on my own."

Wiser to select something aligned with the One Piece world. Anything too esoteric or abstract would baffle folks from this fetal-stage society.

Oharden chuckled deeply. "Take your time. I must still notify the World Government of your Admiral promotion. Plenty of opportunity ahead."

"Mm." Klein nodded. "I'll mull it over carefully."

Fleet Admiral Oharden commanded the return voyage.

Kong voiced mild disappointment. "What a shame. I hoped this duel would reveal your Devil Fruit abilities. Regrettable indeed."

"Indeed, you held back your powers yet dominated so fiercely. Just what is your ability?" Carter brimmed with intrigue.

Klein had consumed the Paramecia-type Scroll-Scroll Fruit, transforming into a Scroll-Man—a fact no longer hidden.

Three years prior...

Numerous Marines had beheld the S-Rank Ninjutsu: Divine Departure. News spread like wildfire.

By now, it was common knowledge.

Klein eyed Rampaging Bear with a playful jab. "Blame yourself, Mr. Lincoln, for lacking sufficient intensity… It never pushed me to deploy a scroll."

See that!

How infuriating could that be!?

Rampaging Bear's expression turned stormy, as if thunder loomed. "You're the true monster, not I!"

Were the One Piece world equipped with the internet, this scene would explode online as:

'Utterly Versailles!'

"I recall you once stored a mighty flying slash within a scroll. Didn't it grievously wound Golden Lion Shiki in a single strike?" Fleet Admiral Oharden fixed his gaze on Klein.

Abruptly, he sensed his own obsolescence.

His eyes burned with eagerness. "You must harbor numerous ultimate techniques in those scrolls, right?"

"It's ninjutsu~!" Klein declared with pride.

Kong's eyebrow jerked. Clearly a flying slash!!

Ninjutsu? Nonsense!

"Alright, alright, ninjutsu it is." Instructor Carter joined in. "Klein, care to demonstrate one?"

"We're all dying to see your abilities!"

Klein grinned slyly. "You got it."

"But first, pay up!"

Silence engulfed the warship instantly—as if a muffling spell had descended.

Gazes dropped, lips sealed, none uttered a sound. All acted as if they'd never inquired.

"Tch—" Klein scoffed. "No cash, no show. Why cluster around? Ninja performances aren't gratis."

Not a soul ventured to inquire about the cost.

Yet...

Having raised the topic.

Klein turned to Kong with a beaming smile. "Kong, fancy purchasing a scroll?"

"You witnessed its might firsthand. Zero regrets! Exclusive deal! Could rescue you someday!"

Kong showed clear interest, but Klein's avaricious salesman smirk gave him pause.

Undoubtedly pricey.

He inquired courteously, "What's the cost for one S-Rank Ninjutsu: Divine Departure scroll?"

All eyes shifted expectantly to Klein.

Klein pondered. Overprice it, and sales flop. Underprice it, and value plummets.

A bargain-basement tag? He'd sooner let them gather dust in storage!

Moments later, Klein raised two and a half fingers. "Divine Departure—250 million Berries. Cheaper options exist, though less devastating."

Odd gesture, yet the figure captivated them.

"That's exorbitant." Carter compressed his lips. "Enough for two Devil Fruits."

Fleet Admiral Oharden shot him a stern look. "250 million Berries? Absurdly overpriced—few could manage that!"

Klein countered swiftly. "Expensive how?"

"This is premium S-Rank Ninjutsu: Divine Departure! Vice Admirals can't withstand it! Crafting these scrolls demands effort."

"If it's beyond reach, reflect—Have you toiled sufficiently!?"

"Have you hustled for earnings!?"

Silence fell over the group.

Rampaging Bear snorted through flared nostrils. "We're Marines, not traders! Where to scrape such funds!?"

"Your wealth doesn't mirror ours!" Carter snarled, a vein throbbing on his brow. His stare screamed murderous intent.

"Do you grasp money's worth at all!?"

Were he less formidable...

He'd have pummeled him already.

Klein shrugged casually. "Easy there, that's unfair. My scrolls' potency—you beheld it. Short of clashing with elite foes..."

"No superior safeguard exists. In dire straits, money or life—which?"

"Life's cruelest irony: perishing before savoring riches."

He pressed on, psychologically prodding the audience.

"Ponder it—endangering life for pirate captures, amassing Berries, only to perish unspent. Pure tragedy, no?"

"Right!?"

"My scrolls serve as emergency lifelines!"

Klein locked eyes with Kong. "Kong, be honest—if that scroll hadn't fired back then, wouldn't Golden Lion Shiki have annihilated every Marine aboard?"

"Yes..." Kong admitted truthfully.

Rampaging Bear roared with laughter. "Wahaha! Klein speaks truth! Few pirates endure his strikes. Those scrolls offer reliable protection!"

"I pass," Carter declined with a headshake. "No more pirate hunts for me. Retirement looms anyway."

He possessed the means, yet lacked the motive.

Kong shook his head too. "Not for me. I trust my skills—barring peak adversaries, victory's mine!"

"I'm out!" Oharden huffed. That sum could fund nights with countless beauties!

Variety daily, surplus remaining. Why squander on a scroll? Burning money for thrills?

"..."

Klein's visage soured. Rejection after rejection—no takers. Evidently, sales demand ideal buyers.

Evoked that classic gag of peddling shampoo to a tonsured monk.

Another brutal life lesson imparted.

Efforts squandered.

Undeterred, Klein shifted tactics, persisting fiercely:

"Ahem! Your disinterest doesn't mean your kin's safe!"

"Will you eternally shield your offspring!?"

"Imagine the agony of gray-haired parents interring youthful sons!?"

"Ponder wisely—such chances vanish forever!"