Kaelin: “That’s too much, seriously too much.
Let’s just talk about One Piece, okay?
Why are you asking me how to build a whole world?
Aren’t you making things difficult for me?
I’m just a student.”
Everyone fell silent, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
A student?
You’re telling us you’re a student?
How does a student understand revolution better than someone who’s been doing it for over ten years?!
Students in this world are terrifying!
Kaelin: “Forget it.
Since you’re so interested, I’ll recommend a few books to you.
If you thoroughly study these, starting a revolution in the One Piece world will be a piece of cake.
You’re asking all this… are you trying to write fanfiction or something?”
Dragon remembered the group leader’s rule about not exposing identities, and quickly replied to avoid suspicion.
Dragon Slayer: “Yeah.”
Even though he didn’t know what “fanfiction” meant, saying yes felt like the safest option.
Kaelin showed a knowing expression.
Kaelin: “Just as I thought.
Hold on, I can tell.”
In an instant, everyone’s hearts jumped into their throats.
The two who had been mentioned the most—Roger and Doflamingo—were especially nervous.
Doflamingo, in particular, hadn’t even finished learning everything from Kaelin yet!
Dragon Slayer: “…What do you mean?”
Kaelin: “You’re a fan of Dragon.
I can tell you’re asking all this because of him.”
If this had been a voice chat, Kaelin would have definitely heard a collective sigh of relief.
Dragon Slayer: “Yes.”
Kaelin: “Looks like we’ve got quite a few One Piece fans here.
One for Roger, one for Dragon…”
After saying that, Kaelin sent several documents into the group—materials covering classic strategies, tactics, military theory, and historical case studies from around the world.
These were all resources he had collected while writing, and he sent them over without hesitation.
Kaelin: “If you’re interested in this kind of stuff, these should be more than enough.”
In an instant, all five members of the group hurried to download the files.
Then they immediately opened them.
Even though they were somewhat prepared, they still couldn’t help but gasp when they saw the contents.
Dragon Slayer: “This… this is…”
Kaelin smiled and replied:
“Now you see how powerful this is.
If you want to start a revolution, overthrow the World Government, and fight wars, this is what you should be studying.
Stop trying to find answers in anime all day.
If you want the real thing, go straight to the real thing.
This is genuine, battle-tested experience.
Compared to that, Dragon’s approach is honestly a joke.
After more than ten years of revolution, he still can’t even form a decent team—it’s basically child’s play.
If I were Dragon, I’d go in two steps.
First, expand your own strength.
That’s the decisive factor—power.
Second, dismantle the enemy from within.
That can be split into two parts: first, destroy the World Government’s public support, which cuts off the Marines’ source of manpower.
Second, break the Marines’ morale and directly cripple their fighting force—cut off their arms.
As for how to actually do it… well, look at Dragon.
After more than ten years, he doesn’t even have a proper strategic framework, and he’s still relying on Nico Robin, treating her like some kind of revolutionary beacon.
I almost died laughing.
What, is he trying to expose the World Government’s dirty secrets through her and then shame them into collapse?
Give me a break.
Revolution requires bloodshed.
It requires real fighting.
That kind of stuff has its uses, sure, but it’s not the decisive factor.
In the end, strength is what determines everything.
Of course, I’m not targeting Robin here—I actually like her quite a bit.
I’m just annoyed by Dragon’s half-baked operations.”
He had been talking about Dragon, but when Nico Robin was suddenly brought up, her face flushed red.
She wasn’t the cold, composed woman she would become in the future.
Her mother had died in front of her.
Everyone on her island had been slaughtered.
As a child, Robin had escaped Ohara thanks to Aokiji, and since then, she had lived in constant exile.
With a bounty of 79 million Berries, she was in danger every moment.
She was often betrayed because of that bounty, and over time, trusting others became nearly impossible.
Until one day, at the age of fourteen, she was unexpectedly invited into this chat group.
To her, this place was incredibly precious—a rare refuge where she could finally relax.
There was no conflict here, no schemes.
The people spoke kindly, and she liked it here very much.
Especially after Kaelin joined yesterday, she felt that being part of this group was truly wonderful.
Hearing Kaelin say that he liked her, the frustration she had felt from being suddenly mentioned faded, replaced by an even deeper blush.
She wanted to say thank you.
But remembering that she couldn’t reveal her identity, Robin could only softly whisper to the chat interface:
“Thanks.”