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63, Goodbye Garp (5/5 Please subscribe)
Three days after Ron comprehends the Transparent World and overhears Momousagi and Tsuru's conversation.
He took out the silver pistol with unlimited ammo from the system space.
Guns and swords are both romantic symbols for men.
Ron was no exception.
The shape of this silver pistol closely resembles the revolver he used in the world before he traveled back in time; it's entirely silver-white and extremely cool.
The bullets were also silver, and they were more powerful, faster, and had greater penetrating force than the lead bullets of this world.
Although it's supposed to be unlimited ammo, it's not what Ron expected. There are only six bullets per day, and they will refresh the next day after you use them up.
Ron, possessing mechanical expertise, mastered the use of the silver pistol the moment he touched it, becoming a gun expert.
With his Observation Haki and Clear World ability, he was confident he could hit the target every time.
If bullets were imbued with Haki, their power would likely increase significantly, making them lethal weapons for some ability users.
Ron was eager to test the gun's power.
However, since he was currently in Marineford, conducting the experiment would be too noisy and could cause unnecessary trouble, so Ron had to put it on hold for the time being.
"The skill of mechanical proficiency may have other uses as well."
Having no immediate training goals, Ron set his sights on the skill of Mechanical Mastery.
He had many ideas in his mind, and with his mechanical proficiency, he was fully capable of creating something, provided he had enough materials and tools.
Exactly at this time.
After a long absence, Garp returned to Marineford after completing his capture mission and appeared before him.
"Huh? You want to go to the machine room?"
Garp stared at Ron in front of him, his mouth agape, almost big enough to fit a fist.
"Ah."
Ron nodded to him. "Of course, if you can't go, that's fine too."
"Wait, wait, tell me what you're going to do in the machine room? There are only some scientific equipment and scientists wearing glasses there, not any powerful experts who can help you cultivate."
Karp was somewhat flustered by Ron's words.
"Of course I know that."
Ron looked at Karp with an air of self-righteousness. "I'm going to the machine room, so naturally I'm going to make things."
"Making things? You?"
Karp bent down, staring at Ron with a suspicious look on his face, and then suddenly burst into laughter.
“Wahahahaha!”
“What’s so funny? I’m not joking.”
Ron said to him seriously.
"Wa hahaha."
Looking at his serious expression, Garp couldn't help but laugh even louder, tears streaming down his face.
"Hahaha, I thought you were a rigid guy, Ron, but I didn't expect you to be such a joker."
Ron was initially annoyed by Garp's reaction, but after thinking about it carefully, he gradually calmed down.
Although he wanted to delve into mechanics, this was, after all, the Navy Headquarters. Showing too much of his abilities would be detrimental to him. If the Navy noticed his potential and value in this area, he might not be able to leave even if he wanted to.
Let's find another opportunity after we leave Marineford.
After thinking it through.
He fell backward onto the bed.
"Never mind, just take it as a joke."
Lying on the bed, he turned to look at Karp: "Old man, have you been back to Windmill Town all this time?"
Having finished laughing, Garp took a bag of donuts from his pocket, sat down in a chair, and said upon hearing this:
"No, I just caught a big pirate. I have to send him to Impel Down tomorrow. I came back to check on you. I spoke with Dadan on the Den Den Mushi in Windmill Village, everything's fine, except..."
"Just what?"
“It seems that little girl Guina left a month and a half ago as well.”
Karp took out a donut. "It seems they also went out to sea, but their whereabouts are now unknown."
Ron was stunned.
Kuina... have you already set sail?
"I already know about Zephyr's situation. I didn't expect Doflamingo to be so bold as to attack a warship."
As he spoke, Karp crunched on a donut.
Did you get to face him this time?
Ron snapped out of his daze and nodded at him.
"How does it feel?"
"Between life and death."
"Haha, that's a very accurate description."
Garp laughed heartily, "With your current strength, if you were to face him one-on-one, you would indeed be doomed."
"Next time I see him, I'll let him experience this feeling too."
Ron said in a flat tone.
"Haha, well said."
Karp laughed loudly at Ron while eating a donut.
"Only by encountering strong individuals and then surpassing them can you become stronger."
"I know all this."
Ron, lying on his back on the bed, stared at the ceiling and asked, "How is General Zephyr doing now?"
"He is no longer a general."