Chapter 133: Little thief cat, do not let your master down!-Holographic Pirate Era(Luo Qin)

"Wuu wuu wuu... you bastard!"

The sobbing, filled with pain and indignation, continued until Tang Shen finally let go of Nami after she had swallowed the entire Devil Fruit. She glared at him with eyes brimming with humiliation, fear, and lingering hatred. If she had the strength to win right now, Nami swore she would pin Tang Shen to the ground and grind him into the dirt—grind him mercilessly!

She would crush him with a powerful kick! Strangle him until he gasped his last breath!

However, the moment that thought crossed her mind, a wave of intense nausea surged from her stomach. Devil Fruits were notoriously vile; Nami’s face turned deathly pale as she began to retch uncontrollably. It was agonizing, repulsive—she had never tasted anything so foul in her life.

"You shouldn't refuse a gift from your master, you know."

Tang Shen watched from the sidelines with keen interest, a demonic smile playing on his lips.

"This bastard!!"

Deep down, Nami had already cursed every ancestor of Tang Shen's eighteen generations. She even considered whether she should finish him off while he slept just to soothe the burning hatred in her heart.

"Looking for revenge? It seems you still don't quite understand your place."

He shook his head, instantly reading her thoughts. Tang Shen’s expression turned icy, and he unleashed a murderous aura that made Nami’s skin crawl.

With a sudden push of his toes, he moved as fast as an arrow released from a bow. His long sword flashed from its scabbard, blooming with a brilliant, cold light as it thrust straight toward the center of Nami’s forehead.

"...Am I going to die?"

Frozen in place, Nami never dreamed that Tang Shen would actually draw his blade on her. The sharpness of his intent left no doubt that he was truly determined to kill her!

Why?

Didn't he value her navigation skills? Besides... she was so beautiful; surely he possessed at least a shred of gentlemanly grace? Or perhaps... some care for a beautiful woman?

In those final moments, a kaleidoscope of images flashed before her eyes. Nami’s pupils dilated, and she instinctively raised her hands to shield herself, as if she could already see the cold steel piercing her palms and dismembering her body.

That must be it!

This demon was a pervert! He clearly wanted to end her like this!

*Pfft—*

A soft sound echoed. The cold blade struck Nami’s arms. A flicker of pain registered, but Nami’s mind went blank. Her wide, beautiful eyes didn't see the spray of blood; instead, they met Tang Shen’s face, etched with a playful smirk, hovering mere inches from her lips.

"Can you feel it? The power of the devil."

Tang Shen whispered against her delicate earlobe, his breath leaving the dazed Nami in a state of bewilderment.

The cold blade slid off her fair arms as if they were greased, leaving not even a scratch behind.

"This..."

Nami stared at her body, utterly lost. There were no wounds, no puncture marks, no blood. It felt like a dream—what had just happened?

Slowly pulling away from the little cat burglar, Tang Shen returned his sword to its sheath with a rhythmic *click*.

The sharp blade locked into place, its brilliance hidden. Tang Shen pinched the cheek of the still-stunned Nami, left a light remark, and turned to walk away.

"Slave, in this world, the weak are always destined to be exploited, understand? I demand your complete obedience, body and soul. Do not let me see this happen again..."

Nami stood motionless.

Still unable to comprehend what had occurred, she watched his retreating back with a vacant gaze. Then, she instinctively looked to her side, where a gash ten meters long and a meter deep was etched into the ground.

"..."

*Thump!*

Unable to contain the terror any longer, Nami’s legs gave way. She collapsed to the ground, her face ghostly pale.

Tang Shen’s gaze was fixed on the sunset at the horizon, his heart filled with an unprecedented sense of serenity. A smile tugged at his lips as he murmured to himself, "So this is the effect of the Slip-Slip Fruit?"

Just a few steps later, the system’s voice suddenly rang out in his mind.

[Global Announcement: Congratulations to player Monkey D. Roger for causing an A-rank change to the main world plot. Reward: 10 Achievement Points. This is an official notice!]

"Plot changes, huh? Little cat burglar, don't you dare disappoint your master!"

Looking at the increased achievement points on his status interface, Tang Shen chuckled softly.

***

Elsewhere, in the wild jungle.

The carcass of an Iron-Headed Wolf lay on the ground, riddled with holes and looking truly wretched, hacked almost into minced meat.

Surrounding the wolf were no fewer than twenty players, all dressed in uniforms bearing the "Ye" emblem.

"Young Master, are you alright!"

"Damned Iron-Headed Wolf! Young Master, next time let us train with you!"

"Yes, Young Master, these beasts are too troublesome! Are you hurt?"

The guards spoke with trembling voices, their scalps tingling as they looked at the even more wretched sight of Ye Nantian. Good grief, the wolf had targeted his... vital area!

What a tragedy!

Fortunately, this was just a game world; health could be restored even if blood was lost. However, perhaps due to excessive blood loss or the lingering pain in his backside, Ye Nantian’s face remained ghastly pale, his lips quivering. He would likely carry psychological scars from this for a long time.

"Damned Monkey D. Roger! That bastard! Sooner or later, I will trample him under my feet. I will repay today’s humiliation a hundredfold!!"

Ye Nantian swore with hateful eyes. In his view, all the glory Tang Shen currently possessed should have been his. Stealing someone's glory was no different than killing their parents.

The servants and guards chimed in, offering comfort. But just then, the global announcement sounded again.

[Global Announcement: Congratulations to player Monkey D. Roger for causing an A-rank change to the main world plot. Reward: 10 Achievement Points. This is an official notice!]

Ye Nantian: "..."

Servants: "..."

Guards: "..."

Other players grinding monsters: "..."

A long silence followed.

"Can someone tell me if the son of the boss who developed this game is named Monkey D. Roger?" a guard swallowed hard and muttered.

"What are achievement points?" another guard asked, utterly baffled.

"Young Master! Young Master! Why have you fainted!! Someone, help!!"

"Hurry, save the Young Master!!"

The servants cried out in a panic, and chaos erupted.