I Brought Brainrot (Tiktok) to the One Piece World

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"Oh, right," Ron suddenly remembered something, "Morgans might ask for a high price..." He leaned close to Pappag's ear and whispered a few words.

Pappag's sunglasses flashed with a sharp light: "Understood! I'll tell him that if the price is right, we can also introduce King Neptune to him, and have our entire Fish-Man Island buy phones from him!"

This student can be taught!

Ron watched Pappag and his group dive into the deep sea, and patted Little King's back fin with satisfaction.

He sat cross-legged on the broad head of the Sea King, looking at the shimmering sea surface and fell into thought: "Where should I go next? The animals in the Pirate world are also very smart, why not teach them to play on their phones?"

Before he could figure out a solution, the phone in his arms suddenly vibrated wildly.

Ron took it out and saw Morgans' exaggerated bird face filling the entire screen.

"Ron!!!" Morgans' shriek almost shattered the speaker. His feathers were all puffed up, and his eyes were wider than gold coins. "I'm an idiot! A super big idiot! I actually forgot about a market as big as Fish-Man Island!!!"

The bird in the picture was frantically slapping his head with his wings, scattering files all over the desk. The editors behind him wisely retreated out of frame, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

Ron held the phone away, watching Morgans perform with interest: "Calm down, it's not too late now that you know."

"No! This is simply the biggest mistake of my career!"

Morgans tore at the feathers on his chest in pain, "Think about it! How much can I earn from everyone on Fish-Man Island having a phone! How much can I earn from selling coral jewelry from Fish-Man Island! First-hand footage of underwater volcanic eruptions!!"

He suddenly lunged toward the camera, his bird beak almost piercing the screen: "I'll issue a full-sea announcement right now! Any slave trader who dares to touch a single hair on the heads of our friends on Fish-Man Island is messing with me, Morgans!"

Then he picked up a piece of paper and quickly wrote, "I also need to greet those underground emperors... Not only that, I'm going to talk directly to Neptune and Jinbe about cooperation!" Seeing Morgans' frenzy, Ron couldn't help but smile: "Remember to give Fish-Man Island the best package."

"Absolutely!" Morgans had already pulled out over a dozen contract templates. "Our phones are waterproof and pressure-resistant, right? After all, that's ten thousand meters deep underwater, I'm afraid the phones will explode!"

He suddenly lowered his voice, "Oh, right, there are so many beautiful women on Fish-Man Island, if we start live streaming, can the tips break records?"

Ron rubbed his forehead helplessly: "You should focus on running your news agency first... For live streaming, there's Hancock's Divine Culture Media..."

Before he finished speaking, Morgans had already hung up, probably in a hurry to arrange matters for Fish-Man Island.

The sea breeze blew past, and Ron shook his head with a smile.

He patted Little King's head: "Let's go, let's check out the New World."

Then he took out his phone and casually swiped his finger across the screen.

It was full of videos from the Summit War Honor of Kings competition. Some of the commentators were quite professional, making Ron give them a thumbs up.

"This commentator is quite interesting..." He clicked on a professional analysis video, where the commentator was carefully breaking down the Red Hair Pirates team's tactical layout, and casually liked it.

Continuing to scroll down, the screen was filled with players' complaints.

Some complained about their teammates being too weak, some disliked their opponents not being strong enough, and some even directly started cursing:

"What level are you to play the same game as me!"

"My teammates are too weak, can the official game arrange opponents of the same strength to play against me!"

"Strongly demand the official game take this seriously!"

Seeing these comments, Ron's lips curved slightly upward, "Since everyone thinks the difficulty isn't enough..." He muttered softly, "Let's make it a little more exciting."

Then he opened the game's backend control panel and enabled the ranked match mode for Honor of Kings!

However, he felt this wasn't enough. Using the convenience of the backend operations, he casually released several skins to tell the difference between pay-to-win players and regular players.

"Give me all your extra money!"

As he performed his operations, a server-wide announcement suddenly popped up on the game interface: Brand new limited skins are here!

Ron carefully designed several skins based on the participants of the Summit War, each with unique characteristics.

Buddha Sengoku's Luban Great Buddha skin!

Red-Haired Shanks' One-Armed Li Bai skin!

Garp's Feed-the-Kill Dun Iron Fist skin!

And so on!

All these skins were priced at three hundred thousand Berry!

The most eye-catching was undoubtedly Four Emperors Kaido's Raging Dian Wei skin!

Absolutely limited edition!

Especially Kaido's Raging skin which also came with a special easter egg: entering the word "Raging" in the chat box would make the character enter the 'Raging' state!

Priced at one million Berry!

"Limited release, first come, first served." Ron looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, purposely adding this sentence at the end of the announcement.

He knew that such a marketing strategy would definitely drive the players crazy.

After publishing it, he turned off his phone and lay on Little Wang's head, basking in the sun, while the game caused a huge sensation!

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New World,

A banquet was being held on the Moby Dick, celebrating Ace's safe return and the reunion of the brothers Ace and Sabo!

Sabo and Ace leaned against the ship's railing side by side, their eyes full of smiles, talking about past stories.

"I didn't expect you to be doing so well now," Ace said, lightly punching Sabo's shoulder with a smile, "Second-in-command of the Revolutionary Army, much more promising than me, a Pirate."

Sabo took a sip of the wine in his cup, his golden hair gently fluttering in the night wind: "Stop that, Fire Fist Ace's name is well-known in the New World."

His eyes swept over the Revolutionary Army companions and Whitebeard Pirates members who were having a drinking contest on the deck, "But honestly, the people on your ship are much easier to get along with than rumored."

"They may look fierce, but they all have very kind hearts..."

As he spoke, Ace suddenly held back his smile, his eyes sharp as he looked toward the bow of the ship.

The previously clear sea surface was now covered by a thick fog, reducing visibility to less than ten meters. The fog came strangely, seemingly wrapping around the ship as if alive.

"There was no fog here before..." Ace muttered, his finger unconsciously rubbing the rim of his wine glass.

Sabo followed his look and smiled dismissively: "Don't you know the weather in the Grand Line? One moment it's clear skies, the next it could be a storm..."

"I know," Ace interrupted him, his brows furrowed, "but this feeling is wrong. It's like... something is watching us."

As he spoke, a cluster of flames shot out from his fingertips, appearing especially bright in the fog.