The fastest updating, most complete novel is at the novel website. After that demonic sword finished absorbing the sunlight, Blackbeard stood up and walked outside. The novel website, because it had not received orders from Davy Jones, saw the five ferocious elite pirates standing guard immediately step forward, blocking Blackbeard with forced, unnatural smiles. Little did they know, Blackbeard grasped that sword once more at this moment.

The silver rapier that had finally found its long-lost scabbard!!!

The rapier was drawn! With a clang, it was only half-sheathed, but the triangular, prismatic blade flashed with a fierce, searing light in everyone’s pupils, like the scorching sun! When everyone’s vision recovered, they saw the thick ropes used for tying sails nearby writhing and leaping like snakes, then, with incredible speed, wrapping around the ankles and arms of the five elite pirates several times before tightening forcefully, hoisting the five menacing pirates up alive and hanging upside down!

Then, Blackbeard’s hoarse, maniacal laughter echoed outside, a sound gratingly unpleasant, like scraping the bottom of a pot with a knife’s edge. He then strode outward, but after only five or six steps, he vanished. Davy Jones sat heavily on a nearby stool, deep in thought. After several minutes, the rope, which seemed to have gained a life of its own, finally slackened. The elite pirates, still hanging upside down, dropped to the deck with a thud, their faces etched with disbelief. Seeing no change in Davy Jones's expression, they backed away cautiously.

Davy Jones’s gaze swept across the few items on the table one by one, then he let out a satisfied sigh and burst into laughter:

“Blackbeard, that idiot! Unbeatable in a boarding action? True, that demonic sword can apparently control the ship's rigging, but so what? With these things, I can outfit the Flying Dutchman with twenty more breech-loading cannons. His rotten ship will be swimming with the sharks ten nautical miles out!”

Fang Senyan remained calmly silent, knowing that anything he said now would be inappropriate. Davy Jones tapped the tabletop with his thick index finger, then spoke in a deep voice:

“You rendered great service today. I am a man known for clear rewards and punishments; the nickname Generous Jones was not given for nothing.”

As he spoke, Davy Jones tapped the table again. The bulkhead behind him suddenly collapsed with a crash, opening up like a counter to reveal the things behind it in the sunlight streaming through the porthole. Even though Fang Senyan was prepared, his heart gave a momentary jolt, as if grasped by a fist!

Spread before him were all of Davy Jones’s treasures!

Although Fang Senyan could not discern their properties at all, and the surface of these treasures was shrouded in a thin mist, allowing only a general outline to be seen, the glow emanating from each object indicated that none of them were common goods. Among them were several silver-grade plot items! Even the remaining few items were circled by a dark, shadowy black light, and the few items deepest inside shone with indescribable flecks of golden light!

Fang Senyan took a deep breath, only to hear Davy Jones say proudly:

“Welcome to the Generous Paul Roulette!”

At this moment, Davy Jones lifted his miniature fish tank, inside which the octopus was extremely excited, its tentacles flailing wildly, clearly in tune with its master’s thoughts. Davy Jones set the tank down and pointed at the vault with keen interest:

“The rules of the game are simple. Paul will retrieve the reward you are due. Before that, you have three minutes to influence his mood—though, of course, you cannot cause him any harm. And I will not, in any way, hint to him what he should or should not take.”

A figure as renowned as Davy Jones would not go back on his word, so Fang Senyan could rule out external interference. Whatever item was chosen would truly depend on Davy Jones’s pet octopus, Paul! His mind began racing, calculating how best to appease this octopus... If his memory served him right, after Davy Jones was cursed and transformed into a sea demon, this octopus named Paul had also transformed into a massive sea monster, invincible in the ocean, able to crush any vessel.

Fang Senyan suddenly realized that this Paul Roulette must be a peculiar habit of Davy Jones, frequently used to reward his subordinates. Given Davy Jones’s character, he would naturally not lie or cheat. Furthermore, the pirates on the ship clearly understood the preferences of this octopus Paul!

This led to the conclusion: if simply pleasing the octopus led to benefits, Davy Jones’s treasure trove would likely have been emptied long ago. However, it was certainly not impossible for someone to use reverse thinking to deduce the next step: since pleasing it yielded no gains, they must have tried to anger the poor Paul. Judging by the richness of the vault, that path was probably also a dead end.

Human senses are categorized as "joy, anger, sorrow, thought, fear." For this octopus, joy would most likely be feeding, anger would only arise from contact with its own kind or receiving harm. As for sorrow, that emotion was likely absent or rarely evoked. Fear required direct injury—something impossible under Davy Jones’s very eyes.

Therefore, Fang Senyan’s only option for an unconventional approach now was to provoke the octopus Paul into a state of “curiosity,” or even “contemplation”! On this point, there was no doubt about whether Paul would exhibit such emotions. Even ordinary octopuses possess high intelligence, said to be equivalent to a five or six-year-old human child, capable of pulling corks to eat the small fish inside, or even accurately predicting World Cup results. Not to mention the Paul before him, Davy Jones’s beloved pet? Its intellect was probably not far removed from a human’s.

However, this creature had followed Davy Jones for a very long time and was worldly-wise; common objects likely held no interest for it. Moreover, octopuses are not curious about everything—just as a normal person wouldn’t suddenly become curious about a pile of foul-smelling, unseen objects?

At this thought, an item instantly surfaced in Fang Senyan’s mind! If he presented this item, he was absolutely certain he could stir the octopus Paul’s curiosity. But if his estimation was wrong, the price of failure would be too steep. At this moment, he noticed the three minutes were up, and Paul was sluggishly maneuvering in the tank, trying to climb out. Fang Senyan gritted his teeth, removed the weapon he wore, the “Cobalt Steel Alloy Exoskeleton,” and gripped it tightly. This was a weapon forged by mechanical civilization nearly a thousand years in the future; even with Davy Jones’s vast experience, Paul could never have encountered it before!

This weapon possessed camouflage capabilities. When Fang Senyan deactivated it, the newly exposed alloy surface gleamed dazzlingly in the sunlight! Its bizarre shape, mimicking human bone structure, even drew Davy Jones’s attention. Paul, seeing it, raised a tentacle in curiosity. Apparently, the fish tank containing it also possessed some strange magic, making Paul look miniature inside, but upon emerging, it was a behemoth the size of a tabletop, with tentacles as thick as bowls!

Paul curled a tentacle around the object, looking deeply curious, constantly tugging to wrest it from Fang Senyan’s grip. Fang Senyan smiled but held firm, pointing at Davy Jones’s vault:

“Exchange.”

Paul snatched a few more times, then truly seemed to understand Fang Senyan’s words, quickly crawling into Davy Jones’s treasure vault. The instant it entered, Fang Senyan even meticulously noticed a faint blue light shimmer across its body surface, as if passing through some barrier. Clearly, this vault was not as harmless and unguarded as it appeared. Paul crawled in, rummaging and searching with its tentacles. At this point, not only was Fang Senyan sweating nervously, but he even saw a flicker of unconcealed tension in Davy Jones’s expression; clearly, the situation was developing beyond the control of this calculating old man!

Watching Paul rummage through the pile of treasures, even curling a tentacle around a golden glowing item, Fang Senyan’s heart leaped into his throat! He had already decided: since he wasn't yet in a combat state, the moment Paul took that item for exchange, he would grab it and retreat immediately to the Nightmare Space! Regrettably, Paul put that item down. Finally, with a sweep of its tentacle, it curled around another long, dark-glowing item and began crawling out, its determined movement suggesting it would not change its mind.

As Paul extended the long, dark object toward him, Fang Senyan felt a pang of unwillingness, but clearly, trading a blue item for a black equipment piece was something to be satisfied with. Moreover, this wouldn't provoke Davy Jones. So, he sighed inwardly, loosened his grip, allowing Paul to take his Cobalt Steel Alloy Exoskeleton. However, the octopus was very honest, loosening the tentacle holding the long black shadow and beginning to play enthusiastically with the shiny Cobalt Steel Alloy Exoskeleton.

The moment Fang Senyan’s fingers touched the long, black equipment, the hazy light covering it dispersed. What appeared before his eyes was a weapon that looked exceedingly familiar!

A unique piece of equipment from the sixteenth century: a single-barrel flintlock pistol!