One Pice: A Game Blue System.

Critical Hit!

Your opponent has been knocked out! +200 Exp!

I let loose a long heavy breath and pull some rope from my [Inventory] to tie up the unconscious mobster. Honestly I am so done with tonight. Whatever. Mission accomplished I guess. Now let's toss this prick in the [Inventory] and get the hell off this-

A crash of a wooden stall being overturned sounded behind me.

'OH WHAT NOW?' I turned around and beheld an absolute mountain of a man approaching. Well...not a literal mountain, such things are possible in this world, but the point is this guy was large.

He stood roughly eight feet high and looked like he had a hundred pounds of muscle just in his arms. Seriously. The dude looked like he could out arm wrestle 'The Terminator'.

It's an odd contrast considering the silken black suit he's dressed in. Especially with his eyes obscured behind a pair of dark sunglasses. In all honestly the man could've passed for a 'Men in Black' style agent were it not for the ripped away sleeves that had clearly been removed to showcase his muscles.

'[Observe].'

Blackjack, Mafia Enforcer, Lv. 28

Although he now acts as the newest hired muscle for the 'Masserida Crime Family', Blackjack was once the third-mate officer of the now defunct 'Goldtooth Pirates' who terrorized and pillaged the waters of South Blue. His pirate career ended abruptly however when a battle with Marine forces sank his ship and most of his crewmates were either killed or captured. Blackjack survived the battle by hiding beneath a capsized rowboat and fooling the Marines into believing his body was lost at sea. His impressive strength and ferocious brutality earned him a bounty of 8,200,000 Beri.

Health: 2,010/2,010

STR: 168

VIT: 201

DEX: 45

INT: 12

WIS: 4

LUK: 6 "I feel like I've seen a picture of you before boy. Aren't you the one who captured two of the Don's men down in Yeutton?" he spoke out slow, his voice a deep baritone. "Don't worry" he drawled, popping the knuckles in his massive hand. "I'll make your death quick."

Ha.

Hahaha.

8.2 million.

Oh boy.

'I am so fucked.'

Halnola, South Blue

Ding!

New Quest Alert!

Quest: Defeat Blackjack!

Reward: 2,400 Exp and Lv.3 [Skill Disk]. [ACCEPT/DECLINE]

'Hell no! I don't want to fight this guy!'

Error! Error!

[DECLINE] not possible! Initiating auto [ACCEPT] in 3...2...1..

'Oh fuck me!'

Blackjack begins the fight with a mad dash and sends a crushing blow downwards that could turn an ordinary man into a bloody smear on the floor. I barely manage to twist my body out of the way in time and watch as the earth cracks under his fist.

The mobster seems mildly surprised that I managed to dodge. He's probably used to being the one with both power and speed. "Alright. So you're faster than you look. This might be fun." he mutters darkly. I meanwhile, am trying to put a serious amount of distance between the two of us. 'What the hell is up with this guy's stats! 168 STR, 201 VIT, but only 4 fucking WIS? No one else is this crazy unbalanced!'

Blackjack apparently wasn't feeling like letting my reprieve last though as he springboarded off the ground and closed the gap between us in a manner of seconds.

I renew my efforts of frantically dodging and become instantly aware of a massive oversight in my preparations. 'Why the hell didn't I put any guns in the [Inventory] when I had the chance!'

I ask myself the question, but truth is I already know the answer. I could make some flimsy excuse that firearms don't work well against a lot of the people in this universe, so I elected not to dole out the cash for them. But that would be a lie.

The truth is more sad. The reality being, that despite all their usefulness, guns were just never my style. Not in gaming, not in life. I've always preferred to get more up close and personal.

I barely duck in time and feel the titanic fist caress my hair as it sails overhead. 'And look where that's gotten me now.'

The next blow, I don't dodge -not completely anyway-. It glances off my upper arm as I'm turning and my entire body is sent reeling.

-53 HP!

HP Regen Skill Active!

-Current speed: 0.1% max health per minute.

I sucked in a painful gasp through my teeth and nearly stumbled onto my ass. 'What the fuck!' I internally cry as I clutch my shoulder in pain. 'That was barely a sideswipe and it feels like my arm almost got ripped out! 53! I took less damage from getting shot!'

"You're durable too. That's good." Blackjack compliments. "Most men go down screaming after one hit. The last time someone stayed standing was before I had to quit pirating." Blackjack cracked his knuckles again and smiled. "I was much weaker back then."

Oh. Good. He kept training even after getting the 8.2 M on his head. As if I didn't have enough on my plate to worry about.

The brawl begins again and I just can't seem to get off the defensive. I may be just a bit faster than he is but his reach dwarfs mine. If I move in to land a body blow there's no way I'll make it out scot-free.

And then, just to prove me wrong, Blackjack overextends himself on a lunge and the perfect opportunity appears before my eyes. Maybe it's the world itself taking pity on me but I sure as hell am not going to turn down the offer.

I slide to the right, away from his outstretched arms, and ram the strongest punch I can summon into his side. A strike even more devastating than the one that shattered Reggie's jaw.

My only reward for taking advantage of this golden chance is almost losing my head a second later on his retaliatory swing.

I successfully ducked below the reprisal but inside I was panicking. 'He barely budged! Good god what is this guy's body made of? Is this related to him having over 200 VIT? And I don't even have time to re-check his profile to see how much damage that did!'