Hearing that sound, a gleam of delight flashed across Vir’s face.
But don’t get it twisted.
It wasn’t the fart he liked…
What he loved was the sweet, sweet *ding* of 400,000 negative points rolling in.
Damn, Old Ray…
Who would’ve thought a single slip-up could net a whopping 400,000 points?
Nice—very nice.
Legendary, even.
Can’t even imagine what will happen if Uncle Ray really lets loose next time.
First off, the negative points would definitely skyrocket past a million in one go!
Let’s go!
Do it!
That’s a whole million!
A million!
It’s like getting rich overnight.
Thinking of this, Vir’s hands moved with renewed vigor.
Meanwhile, Rayleigh…
He was this close to exploding.
That situation just now? Yeah, those who know, know.
That level of embarrassment wasn’t just any ordinary awkwardness.
Farting in public…
This…
This was social suicide.
But after anxiously scanning the room for a while, he realized—no one seemed to notice.
Seeing the way everyone was just glancing around in confusion…
Rayleigh clenched up even harder.
‘I’ll die any way but this!’
‘I refuse to die from shame!’
‘Mark my words—this old man would rather jump off this ship and suffocate than let out another fart!’
But then Vir’s hand landed squarely on his gut.
Rayleigh’s expression immediately shifted again.
It was like trying not to pee while some bastard kept jabbing your bladder.
Gritting his teeth, Rayleigh glared at Vir, unable to speak—only shooting him a death stare.
But Vir didn’t even glance his way.
His hands showed no mercy.
In fact, Rayleigh swore this brat was seriously thinking of jumping on him and smashing down with a knee or something…
It nearly scared the crap out of him—literally.
Thankfully, Vir didn’t go that far.
After finishing the “application”, he finally stood up.
Rayleigh let out a massive sigh of relief—
*Whack!*
That damn Vir actually came back!
With zero warning, he slammed his palm right into Rayleigh’s body.
Rayleigh’s entire being erupted in panic.
Every ounce of strength in his body rushed downwards.
His buttcheeks clenched like a vice.
At that moment, Rayleigh really wanted to strangle Vir on the spot.
By traditional treatment standards, that was supposed to be the end of it!
It was over!
But who would’ve thought—just as this old man let his guard down…
He was ambushed!
Hit with a left jab straight to the gut!
He had let his guard down!
He didn’t dodge in time!
Kid… kid.
You have no honor!
Ambushing your elders?
What the hell’s wrong with you!?
You’d actually pull something this underhanded?!
Listen here, you little brat—better watch yourself!
What the hell do you gain from making this old man lose control?!
Through sheer force of will—digging his fingers into the deck, clutching his gut, grinding his teeth—Rayleigh somehow held it in.
Not a single drop escaped.
But yeah, his temperature was maxed out.
Red Mode: Activated.
That’s right.
At this point, Old Ray had fully transformed into Red Ray.
Totally red-faced.
He was one step away from being crowned the King of Crimson.
But still—his willpower was insane.
Even Vir had to shake his head in disbelief.
Not even that managed to break him.
Impressive. Seriously impressive.
But whatever.
That surprise attack had already triggered another sweet burst of negative points from Rayleigh.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 180,000 negative points!]
It was worth it.
Totally worth it.
Another fat pile of points, free of charge.
Now, all that was left was to inject the rest of the medicine into Rayleigh.
If he could still hold it in after this, Vir would salute him as a true legend.
And he wasn’t joking.
Hopefully, Uncle Ray could handle it.
And if not… well, don’t blame him.
He was just trying to make a living.
Borrowing a bit of power, that’s all.
Though admittedly, the borrowing method might be slightly harmful.
Still, hopefully Uncle can be magnanimous about it!
Just share some Conqueror’s Haki, yeah?
That’s all!
Don’t even need Armament or Conqueror’s Infusion.
Next best would be swordsmanship.
After that, Observation Haki.
Anything works!
It’s all good.
Any other combat skill is fine too!
“Uncle Ray, just one last injection, and we’re done.”
As Vir spoke, Rayleigh struggled to shift his gaze toward the tray.
One injection?
What the hell does that mean?
Rayleigh, straining with all his might, was seriously confused.
Did that mean just a bit of medicine needed to be injected?
But even a drop of that expired medicine would wreck him, right?
He was already fighting for his life just from the topical stuff.
An injection?
He’d lose the battle instantly!
But it was too late to back out.
Even if he said no, Vir wasn’t going to let all that effort go to waste.
He could only hope Vir would go easy.
Maybe just a small dose, and he might be able to survive.
Thinking this, Rayleigh turned his gaze toward the “doctor”.
And at that moment—
Vir’s lips curled into a sadistic smirk.
Right in front of Rayleigh’s eyes…
He slowly pulled out something very, very familiar from his medical case.
The moment it appeared…
Chopper instantly felt a chill down below.
He leapt out of Robin’s arms with a terrified yelp.
Panic in his eyes, he bolted toward the helm, shouting as he ran:
“NO SHOTS! IT’LL GO RIGHT THROUGH ME!”
Robin, Bonney, and Yamato all watched the vanishing Chopper with puzzled looks.
Not sure why he was so traumatized.
Only Vir chuckled softly.
“He still remembers, huh?” he said with a sigh of nostalgia.
That’s right.
This was the very tool that started the dream.
A syringe.
Though an empty one.
But this syringe…
Had one defining feature.
As evident by the horror in Rayleigh’s eyes.
It was HUGE.
Absolutely massive.
It was nearly the same size as Vir.
Maybe even bigger.
Rayleigh completely broke down on the spot.
Just earlier, he’d been reassuring himself:
This brat probably won’t inject too much.
The usual syringes were so small.
There was a whole tray left, no way he’d use it all.
But now?
WHAT THE HELL IS THAT MONSTROSITY!?
IS THAT… IS THAT A FREAKING CANNON!?
THAT’S WAY TOO BIG!!
ARE YOU A VET OR SOMETHING!?
EVEN FOR AN ELEPHANT, THAT THING IS TOO MUCH!
AND YOU’RE PLANNING TO USE THAT ON THIS OLD MAN!?
ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL YOUR DEAR UNCLE!?
IF YOU ACTUALLY INJECT THAT…
WHO THE HELL COULD HOLD IT IN!?
FORGET MY SPHINCTER!
WITH THIS MUCH MEDICINE PUMPED IN—
WILL MY BODY EVEN HAVE ROOM FOR IT?!
YOU’LL BE INJECTING IT IN ONE END WHILE IT SPILLS OUT MY MOUTH!
LIKE A FOUNTAIN!
DO YOU REALLY HAVE TO BE THIS CRUEL!?
EVEN IF I SOMEHOW SURVIVE…
ONCE THAT ROTTEN CONCOCTION STARTS WORKING—
WON’T I LOSE ALL NEGOTIATING POWER WITH MY OWN BUTT ?!
CAN’T YOU GIVE ME A CHANCE TO LIVE ?!