The next morning, Peter woke up unusually early. He gently pushed away Nami, who was wrapped tightly around him like an octopus, then got up, walked to the window, and stretched lazily.
In truth, it wasn't that he had woken up early, he had barely slept at all.
Perhaps because of the system's mysterious warning that made him feel as though danger was approaching, the frequency of his "activities" during this period had increased significantly.
If he didn't possess the powerful body of a Saiyan to support him, he would have collapsed long ago.
"Damn this stupid system. Why does it always hide things and play tricks? It even made me wonder whether using a Dragon Ball wish just for fun is really worth it. Instead of wasting an entire year for temporary pleasure, wouldn't it be better to ask Shenron for an invincible kidney or an ability that lets me hit the target every single time?"
[Ding! The host's last idea is considered cheating. Please think carefully.]
"Damn you! You're interfering now too?! In the end, the children are mine. What business is it of yours whether I'm cheating or not?"
After his plan to rapidly increase his strength was ruined, Peter began cursing the system internally.
Based on the system's usual behavior, it should have pretended to be dead and disappeared by now. Yet for some reason, today was different.
After several seconds of silence, it spoke again.
[Ding! Compensation has been detected...]
[Distribution complete. From now on, the host's relationships with women will no longer increase battle power.]
"You!"
Before he could finish saying "bastard," the system interrupted him.
[Adjustment complete. Battle power will now increase automatically at all times.]
[Current rate: Battle power increases by 1 point every minute. Please continue working hard, Host. After achieving the milestone of fathering 10 children, this function will be upgraded once again.]
"You're truly an amazing system!"
Peter's expression changed instantly. His anger vanished, replaced by a broad smile as he silently gave the system a thumbs-up.
One battle power point per minute meant 1,440 points every day.
At that rate, even if he did absolutely nothing, he would gain more than 520,000 battle power in a year, roughly equivalent to Frieza's First Form.
And by then, if Hina and the others gave birth to a few more children, his power would multiply tenfold and then tenfold again.
Even Beerus, or even Cell himself, would probably have to kneel before him and offer him a cigarette.
Perhaps because his movements were a little too exaggerated, Nami, who had only recently fallen asleep, woke up.
"You're not sleeping? Don't you have to go to Marine Headquarters today? If you don't get some rest, be careful not to become weak when the time comes."
Rubbing her sleepy eyes, Nami gradually regained consciousness. Her mood was surprisingly good, and she even started teasing him.
Compared to Peter, who had spent the entire night occupied, Nami had slept comfortably during the first half of the night. However, only two hours ago, someone had forced her awake for some "exercise," draining quite a bit of her energy.
Peter turned and looked at Nami's beautiful face, still slightly flushed, her eyes hazy with drowsiness.
Unable to stop himself, he felt his excitement rise again.
His heated gaze immediately alerted Nami.
She quietly pulled up the blanket and cautiously hid half of her head beneath it.
"M-My... it's already late. Hurry up, take a shower, get dressed, and go eat breakfast."
"I'm going to sleep a little longer and head out later."
"No rush. With my speed, I could wait until Whitebeard himself appears and then fly over there. I'd still arrive on time."
As Peter approached step by step, Nami realized there was no escaping.
A little over an hour later, the sky outside had become completely bright.
The two emerged from the bathroom together. After getting dressed, they left the room.
"G-Good morning, Master."
Standing outside the dining hall, Dolores lowered her head unwillingly as she greeted Peter.
Peter patted her long green hair that draped over her shoulders and said with satisfaction,
"You're becoming more and more obedient, Dolores. Keep it up, and I'll give you a special meal tonight."
"Yes, thank you, Master."
Dolores hadn't eaten anything since noon yesterday. Upon hearing that she would finally receive a luxurious meal tonight, her eyes immediately lit up with greed, and the word "Master" came much more naturally.
Some distance away, where Peter couldn't see her, Nami rolled her eyes in disdain.
"A World Noble? That's really too much... She was tamed with just a single meal."
Nami felt no sympathy whatsoever for the two servants of the Celestial Dragons, Charlia and Dolores.
Nor was she the only one. Even the kind and innocent Kaya, after hearing about the cruel and insane deeds committed by the Celestial Dragons, wouldn't have felt even the slightest sympathy for them.
Now that Peter had captured them and turned them into servants aboard the ship, it could be considered a form of repayment for their sins, a chance for them to experience what the slaves they once controlled so casually had endured.
"Come on, let's see what we're having today."
Peter grabbed Dolores and enthusiastically headed toward the dining hall.
After all, today was the grand day when the Paramount War would break out.
He had specifically instructed the cooks yesterday to prepare a lavish feast for the occasion.
Dolores stood a little over two meters tall, nearly half a head taller than Peter.
Without her protective bubble suit, her imposing figure was fully revealed, an exaggeratedly voluptuous body with an enormous chest and wide hips.
After Peter sat down, she immediately positioned herself on his lap.
With one hand absentmindedly occupied, while the other moved leisurely along her legs, Peter wore an expression of complete satisfaction.
Such intimate behavior made Dolores shift uncomfortably, nearly causing Peter to lose control once again.
At this hour, there weren't many people in the dining hall.
Only Robin, Hina, Stussy, and the Kalifa sisters had their usual habit of waking up early.
After Peter entered, they merely glanced at him before returning to their breakfasts without much interest.
The maids quickly brought Peter's breakfast.
Yet Peter made no move to eat.
Instead, he nudged Dolores with his leg and calmly said, "Feed me."
"Huh?!"
Dolores's face instantly turned red.
Her breathing became slightly uneven, and upon hearing his request, she had no idea what to do.
Back in the Holy Land Mary Geoise, she had always been the one fed by slaves.
When had she ever fed someone else?
"Hurry up. After you feed me, I'll give you some milk."
Under Peter's urging and her stomach's relentless protests, Dolores failed to understand the true meaning behind the word "milk."
After a long internal struggle, she finally picked up the bowl of meat porridge.
Holding a spoon with stiff, awkward movements, she brought it toward Peter's mouth.
However, Peter leaned back slightly and refused to eat immediately.
Instead, he made another request.
"It's too hot. Blow on it until it cools down first."
"Mmph!!"
The young Celestial Dragon's face turned bright red.
She wanted nothing more than to smash the bowl and spoon onto the floor and declare:
"Eat it or don't!"
But at that moment, Peter's hand tightened slightly, and his voice became colder.
"Hurry. Don't test my patience."
Immediately, Dolores remembered what had happened two days ago when she resisted and how severely she had been beaten.
The thought caused her to abandon her defiance at once.
She carefully blew on the porridge until it cooled, then once again brought the spoon toward the man's mouth.
Upon seeing Peter enjoying being fed by a servant of the Celestial Dragons, Alpha's fork slipped from her hand with a loud clang.
She froze in complete shock.
Who in this world, besides Peter, could enjoy treatment like this?
Not even the children or wives of the Celestial Dragons would have their fathers or husbands treated this way.
Alpha admired Peter even more.
If it weren't for him, how could someone like her, a former World Government agent and a tool of the Celestial Dragons, be sitting comfortably at the dining table, watching her former mistress feed another person?
The more she thought about it, the less she could remain seated.
Carrying her chair over, she sat beside Peter, shamelessly leaned her small head toward him, and opened her mouth.
"Ahhh~ I want some too."
...
After finishing the delicious breakfast filled with playful banter, Peter watched Dolores leave with one hand covering her mouth, her face full of grievance, before smiling at the women and explaining today's plans.
"Don't go anywhere today. Stay aboard the ship and watch my live broadcast. After that, I'll head to Marineford alone. Once I return, we'll set sail directly for the New World."
The women nodded in unison, indicating they understood.
However, Nami still looked unconvinced.
"Do we really have to use the Dragon Balls for this? Wouldn't it be better to save the wish for ourselves?"
"Hmm..."
Even Peter was somewhat hesitant about using the Dragon Balls purely for entertainment.
Originally, he had planned to use the Dragon Balls as bait to trigger a massive survival battle that would shake the entire world.
Or, after displaying Shenron's mysterious power, he could hold a World Martial Arts Tournament with the Dragon Balls as the grand prize, making things much more entertaining.
But on one side stood the unknown threat lurking in the depths of the universe.
On the other were both his own desires and those of the women beside him.
The choice left him somewhat conflicted.
"We'll decide later. My main purpose is to stir up chaos anyway. Even without the Dragon Balls, I have plenty of other methods."
"Yay! That means we'll get an extra wish!"
Nami jumped up excitedly and cheered.
She quickly pulled the other women over, and they enthusiastically began discussing the wishes they wanted to make.
A few moments later...
The simpler wishes included things like fairer skin, becoming even more beautiful, or improving their figures.
The most ambitious wish was Robin's, to learn the truth behind the Void Century directly.
Peter listened to their discussion with a smile until Stussy suddenly proposed a bold idea that even left him stunned for a moment.
"Tell me... if I asked Shenron to turn me into a Saiyan, could he do it?"
"...Why did that idea suddenly occur to you?"
Peter hesitated before asking why she wanted such a wish.
Seeing his uncertain expression, Stussy smiled proudly.
"Isn't it obvious?
Even though you've taught us how to use Ki, it's practically impossible for us to reach your level no matter how hard we train.
Aside from the difference in our races, the only explanation I can think of is your bloodline.
Since there are so few Saiyans to begin with, why don't we simply become Saiyans ourselves?
That way, we could give birth to pure-blooded Saiyan descendants for you while also gaining far greater potential for growth."
"Tsk..."
After hearing Stussy's explanation, the other women all gasped in surprise.
They genuinely thought she was a genius.
After witnessing the overwhelming power Peter possessed, far beyond anything they could hope to match, it was impossible for them not to long for that kind of strength.
Yet training Ki was anything but easy.
Even diligent women like Hina and Stussy had battle powers of only around twenty-five at most, and their progress was painfully slow.
As for Peter...
Other than his daily basic training, he spent most of his time either with the women or simply relaxing and lazing around.
Yet his strength surpassed theirs by hundreds of times.
In a world where bloodlines were held in such high regard, the first explanation they could think of was Peter's identity as a Saiyan.
That made Stussy's proposal to become Saiyans themselves seem perfectly reasonable.
Even Peter found himself tempted.
Fortunately, today happened to be the agreed-upon day between him and Shenron.
The dragon, who had remained dormant inside the Dragon Balls all this time, had finally awakened.
Peter immediately asked inwardly,
"Shenron, you heard that, didn't you? Can that wish be granted?"
The moment he called out, the seven Dragon Balls stored in his room briefly glowed.
Shenron's sleeping consciousness responded from within.
"Yes, Master Peter. That request is extremely simple. I can grant it."
"Oh? So it really is possible."
Peter was pleasantly surprised.
Then again, the request was only to become Saiyans, not Legendary Super Saiyans or anything extraordinary, so it wasn't difficult for Shenron.
What he hadn't expected, however, was for the system that had appeared earlier that morning to show up again.
[Ding! A new method of expanding the Saiyan bloodline has been detected. Emergency function loading...]
[Loading complete. The host can now obtain the full battle power of newly modified Saiyans.]
[Additional safeguard installed: Without the host's permission, no one may use the host's genetic samples for cloning, genetic modification, or illegal research.]
"Hah... my damn system, you're unusually talkative today."
Peter mocked the system before seriously considering the possibility of turning the women into Saiyans.
Judging from the system's words, it clearly supported this method of developing the Saiyan race.
Otherwise, it wouldn't have rewarded him.
That left only one question.
Was there any downside to turning them into Saiyans?
Apparently None at all.
On the contrary, it would allow them to grow stronger much faster while giving them the ability to remain by his side and continue following him in the future.
After thinking everything through, Peter finally made his decision.
"It can be done. If you're all willing, then I'll ask Shenron to grant the wish."
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