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The moment Sakazuki’s words settled in the air, the entire meeting hall of the Marines turned deathly silent.
It was not the usual silence of discipline.
It was the silence of tension before an explosion.
Sakazuki stood firm, his eyes burning with intense anger, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
Nearby Vice Admirals swallowed nervously.
One of them even took a small step back.
They all realized the same thing at the same time—
Sakazuki had just stepped onto something he could not easily walk back from.
And then—
Everything changed.
BOOM—
A crushing pressure erupted across the room.
A terrifying surge of killing intent flooded the entire hall.
At the same time, an overwhelming wave of Conqueror’s Haki exploded outward like a storm breaking free from chains.
Dark, violent purple lightning crackled through the air, crawling across walls, shaking the very foundation of the room.
CRACK—CRACK—CRACK—
The atmosphere twisted.
The air itself felt heavier.
Several Vice Admirals dropped to one knee instantly, struggling to breathe.
“W-What is this…?!”
“This pressure…!”
At the center of it all stood Ramon.
And beside him—
Monkey D.
Garp had already gone completely silent.
Not laughing.
Not joking.
Just watching.
Sakazuki, who had been so confident moments ago, now trembled slightly under the pressure.
His body resisted it, but instinctively, he felt it—
This was not something a Rear Admiral level presence could casually withstand.
Behind him—
Kuzan took a slow step back.
“…Arara,” he muttered softly, his usual laziness still present, but his eyes sharper now.
And Borsalino also shifted backward slightly, raising a hand.
“…Scary, scary,” he said quietly.
Neither of them intervened.
Not because they couldn’t.
But because they understood—
This confrontation was not theirs.
Sakazuki was alone in it now.
And then—
Ramon turned his head.
His eyes locked directly onto Sakazuki.
The pressure intensified again.
Even stronger than before.
The purple lightning cracked louder.
The air trembled violently.
Ramon took a step forward.
Then another.
Each step echoed heavily across the hall.
Clack.
Clack.
Clack.
His voice dropped low.
Cold.
Sharp.
“You… watch your mouth.”
The words carried absolute pressure.
“Don’t think I don’t know what kind of person you are.”
Sakazuki’s expression tightened.
Ramon’s Conqueror’s Haki flared again, stronger—more focused—pinning Sakazuki in place like an invisible force.
“You talk about justice…”
Ramon’s eyes narrowed.
“But all I see is a man who uses that word to justify his own hatred.”
Another step forward.
“You’re not serving justice.”
His voice rose slightly.
“You’re using it as a weapon for your personal vendetta against pirates.”
The room shook with pressure.
“You’re not a Marine protecting peace…”
He stopped directly in front of Sakazuki now.
The distance between them was almost nothing.
“…you’re someone who is humiliating the very idea of justice itself.”
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Even the Vice Admirals couldn’t breathe properly.
Kuzan stared quietly.
Borsalino’s expression remained calm—but his eyes were serious now.
And Sakazuki— still stood there.
But for the first time in a long while…
he was not the one controlling the pressure in the room.
Ramon did not stop.
His voice continued to cut through the meeting hall of the Marines like a blade that refused to dull.
Sakazuki tried to move.
Tried to speak.
Tried to push back against the overwhelming pressure crushing down on him.
But it was useless.
His body simply wouldn’t respond.
His knees gave way.
And slowly— he dropped to the ground, trembling under the sheer weight of Ramon’s Conqueror’s Haki.
The dark purple lightning still crackled faintly across the air, but now it was controlled… focused… deliberate.
Ramon’s gaze remained locked on him.
Cold.
Unwavering.
And he continued.
“True justice…”
His voice was calm, but carried absolute authority.
“Doesn’t differentiate between pirates and Marines… or nobles… or anyone else.”
A few Vice Admirals stiffened.
“Justice only differentiates between good and evil.”
A pause.
“Between right and wrong.”
Sakazuki’s fingers dug into the floor, but he couldn’t lift himself.
Ramon’s eyes narrowed further.
“Your justice…”
His tone sharpened.
“…is nothing but a one-sided excuse.”
A heavy silence fell again.
“It only exists to target pirates.”
His voice grew colder.
“And it doesn’t even care about the innocent civilians caught in between.”
A few Marines flinched.
Ramon took a slow step forward.
“You’re not justice.”
Another step.
“You’re someone who would use civilians as hostages if it benefited your goal.”
His voice dropped lower.
“You are dangerous.”
The room felt like it was collapsing under pressure.
“And I am ashamed…”
Ramon’s eyes hardened.
“…that someone like you is wearing a Marine coat.”
A final pause.
“If you’re only here because of your potential… then that’s not justice.”
“That’s negligence.”
The moment those words landed—
Sakazuki’s body finally gave out completely.
His eyes rolled slightly.
And he collapsed unconscious.
THUD.
The room froze.
Silence.
Then—
Fleet Admiral Kong snapped.
His voice thundered across the hall.
“CONTROL YOUR HAKI!
THIS IS A MEETING, NOT YOUR PERSONAL BATTLEFIELD!”
The pressure instantly dissipated.
The lightning faded.
The crushing presence vanished like it had never been there.
Ramon blinked once.
Then exhaled slowly.
“…Haa.”
His expression returned to normal.
He scratched the back of his head slightly.
“Got it.”
And without another word— he walked back and casually sat beside Monkey D.
Garp like nothing had happened.
Garp stared at him for a second.
Then suddenly—
“Bwahahahaha!”
He burst into loud laughter.
“Good job, kid!”
Ramon smirked slightly, relaxing fully again.
“Kuhahaha… nothing special, Grandpa.”
The tension in the room eased—but only slightly.
Sengoku took a deep breath, rubbing his forehead.
“…All of you shut up.”
Instant silence.
Every Marine stiffened immediately.
Even Garp stopped laughing for a second.
Even Ramon straightened slightly.
Kong exhaled heavily, clearly exhausted beyond belief.
Then he pointed toward Sakazuki’s unconscious body.
“Kuzan.
Borsalino.”
“Take him out of here.
Now.”
Both of them nodded calmly.
“…Sure.”
“…Got it.”
They lifted Sakazuki and carried him out of the room without resistance.
The meeting hall slowly returned to order.
Finally—
Fleet Admiral Kong spoke again, his voice tired but firm.
“Now…”
He paused.
“Since both Garp and Ramon are refusing positions…”
His eyes narrowed slightly.
“…we will proceed with a military draft to assign the next Admiral.”
The moment Fleet Admiral Kong finished speaking about the military draft, the entire meeting hall of the Marines erupted into chaos again.
Voices overlapped instantly.
“Military draft for Admirals?!”
“That’s never been done before!”
“This is too dangerous!”
A Vice Admiral abruptly stood up, his expression tense.
“Fleet Admiral Kong!” he asked sharply, “Is it truly wise to select an Admiral through a draft?”
The room quieted slightly, all eyes returning to Kong.
Kong didn’t hesitate.
He leaned forward, his expression firm and exhausted at the same time.
“We don’t have a choice.”
His voice carried weight.
“The world is collapsing into chaos.”
He straightened.
“We need strong individuals immediately.”
A pause.
“Admirals are not something you find on trees.”
His eyes narrowed slightly.
“They are rare.
Extremely rare.”
The Vice Admirals exchanged uneasy glances.
But none of them argued further.
Because they knew— he was right.
And then—
BAM!
The doors of the meeting hall suddenly burst open.
A Marine officer rushed inside, breathing heavily.
“Fleet Admiral Kong, sir!!”
His voice was urgent.
Kong immediately stood up.
“What happened?!”
The officer swallowed hard.
“It’s not good, sir…”
A tense silence fell.
The officer continued quickly,
“Kaido—the King of Beasts… one of the strongest pirates in the New World…”
He took a breath.
“…has begun attacking Navy bases.”
The room froze.
“…What?” Kong’s voice dropped dangerously low.
The officer nodded quickly.
“Yes, sir!
Multiple Marine bases in the New World are under assault by the Beast Pirates!”
A heavy silence followed.
The atmosphere shifted instantly from discussion… to crisis.
Before anyone else could respond—
Ramon stood up.
His chair scraped loudly against the floor.
Everyone turned toward him.
He slowly cracked his knuckles.
“Alright, old man Kong.”
His voice was calm—but sharp.
“I’m going.”
Garp immediately burst out laughing.
“Bwahahaha!
That’s my grandson!”
Ramon smirked slightly, rolling his shoulders.
“I’ve been itching for this.”
His eyes narrowed.
“I’ve never fought him before… but I’ve heard enough.”
A faint excitement flickered in his expression.
“He’s strong.”
Then he turned toward the exit.
And without waiting for permission— he walked out.
Kong watched him leave in silence.
Then slowly sat back down at the table.
“…Ramon will be enough.”
A pause.
Then he added thoughtfully,
“Send Bogard with him.”
One of the officers immediately nodded.
“Yes, sir!”
He turned and rushed out to deliver the order, heading to coordinate with Bogard, who was stationed in the New World.
Inside the room, tension lingered.
Because everyone understood one thing clearly now— this was no longer just a skirmish.
It was the beginning of a clash involving monsters of the new era.
Fleet Admiral Kong slowly turned toward the gathered Marines after Ramon had left the meeting hall.
The atmosphere remained heavy.
No one spoke carelessly anymore.
The mention of Kaido alone had already reminded everyone how unstable the seas had become after the death of Gol D.
Roger.
Kong took a deep breath before speaking again.
“All of you…”
His voice echoed firmly across the room.
“For now, remain deployed and alert.”
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
“The pirates of this era are not something we can underestimate anymore.”
Hearing this, every Vice Admiral immediately straightened their posture.
Then Kong slowly reached toward the desk and picked up several bounty posters stacked together.
The moment the papers appeared—
“These…”
Kong said slowly,
“…are the monsters beginning to rise within the new era.”
Without wasting time, he lifted the first bounty poster and showed it to everyone present.
The picture revealed a young man with slicked-back hair, a hook replacing one of his hands, and cold, dangerous eyes.
Sir Crocodile.
Kong’s expression darkened slightly.
“This is Crocodile.”
He placed the poster on the table.
“One of the rising supernovas among the pirates.”
The Vice Admirals looked carefully at the bounty.
“A few years ago,” Kong continued, “he fought against Douglas Bullet and survived.”
The moment those words were spoken— several Marines immediately turned pale.
“Douglas Bullet…?!”
“That monster?!”
Cold sweat appeared on some foreheads.
Anyone connected to Bullet and still alive was already dangerous enough.
Kong did not stop.
He immediately picked up another poster.
This time, the face belonged to a blond man wearing sunglasses with a dangerous grin stretched across his face.
Donquixote Doflamingo.
“This is Doflamingo.”
Kong placed the poster beside Crocodile’s.
“Another rapidly rising supernova.”
He crossed his arms.
“Our latest intelligence reports suggest his current strength is already comparable to that of a Vice Admiral.”
The room instantly became tense again.
“A pirate already at Vice Admiral level…?”
“And he’s still young…”
“This era is insane…”
Without pausing, Kong lifted the third poster.
The moment the Marines saw the image— many of them instinctively stiffened.
A pair of sharp eyes.
A black blade.
An overwhelming aura even from a picture alone.
Dracule Mihawk.
Kong’s tone became especially serious.
“This man…”
“…is Dracule Mihawk.”
“A pure swordsman.”
The room fell silent.
According to all available reports…”
Kong paused briefly.
“…he may currently be the strongest among the new supernovas.”
A heavy silence followed.
Even some Vice Admirals unconsciously swallowed.
Strongest among monsters…
What kind of terrifying swordsman was that supposed to mean?
Then Kong revealed another poster.
This time, it showed a massive figure with a twisted grin.
Gecko Moria.
“This is Gecko Moria.”
Kong placed the final poster down carefully.
“Another pirate whose growth rate is extremely dangerous.”
He looked around the room.
“Do not underestimate him.”
His tone sharpened.
“Current estimations suggest he may already be equal to—or even slightly stronger than—Doflamingo.”
The room erupted into whispers instantly.
“What?!”
“Another monster?!”
“If Doflamingo is already Vice Admiral level…”
“Then Moria is even stronger?!”
Fear slowly began spreading among the younger Marines.
Because for the first time…
they truly understood what Roger’s final words had unleashed upon the world.
This was no longer the old era.
A new generation of monsters had begun rising from the sea.
Fleet Admiral Kong slowly rubbed his forehead, exhaustion clearly visible on his face now.
For perhaps the first time in many years…
the man who stood at the very top of the Marines looked truly tired.
His eyes moved toward the bounty posters spread across the table.
Sir Crocodile.
Donquixote Doflamingo.
Dracule Mihawk.
Gecko Moria.
And beyond them…
monsters like Kaido, Charlotte Linlin, and countless others ruling the seas of the New World.
Kong slowly exhaled.
“…This era is becoming more and more dangerous.”
His low voice echoed throughout the meeting hall.
The Marines remained silent.
No one disagreed.
Because after Roger’s death, the balance of the world had already begun collapsing piece by piece.
Kong straightened his posture before looking toward everyone present.
“Listen carefully.”
Immediately, all conversations stopped.
“After my resignation…”
His eyes shifted briefly toward Sengoku.
“And after Sengoku’s promotion to Fleet Admiral…”
He paused.
“…all of you will be reassigned.”
Several Vice Admirals immediately became serious.
Kong continued,
“Most of you will split apart and spread across the Grand Line.”
His expression hardened.
“A few of you will also be stationed in the Four Seas to stabilize the growing pirate activity there.”
The Marines nodded quietly.
Then Kong’s gaze darkened slightly.
“As for the New World…”
A heavy silence fell.
“For now…”
“…we cannot interfere directly.”
The room immediately became tense again.
Some Marines lowered their heads.
Others clenched their fists helplessly.
Because everyone knew what that meant.
The New World had become too dangerous.
Too chaotic.
Too filled with monsters.
Even the Marines themselves no longer possessed enough strength to properly control it.
Kong’s voice became heavier.
“We will maintain surveillance and protect strategic bases…”
“But until our forces stabilize again…”
“…we avoid direct large-scale conflict there.”
A painful truth.
But a necessary one.
Kong looked around the room one final time.
“Does anyone have any objections?”
Silence.
Then suddenly—
Every Marine in the room knelt respectfully.
“No, sir!”
Their voices echoed together in unison.
Kong closed his eyes briefly.
Then nodded slowly.
“…Good.”
A final silence settled over the hall.
Then Kong spoke the final words of the meeting.
“The meeting is adjourned.”
The moment those words were spoken— the gathered Marines slowly began standing up and leaving the room one by one.
And with that…
the Navy officially began preparing itself for the chaos of the Great Pirate Era.
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Chapter End.