“President!
President!
Our people just filmed Rocks attacking the Marine G-5 Branch.
It’s a one-sided battle, and the Marines are about to collapse.” “What!
News, this is big news!” An albatross exclaimed excitedly upon hearing his subordinate’s report.
This person was one of the Emperors of the Underworld, the President of the World Economic News Agency, Morgans.
He was a Zoan-type Bird-Bird Fruit, Albatross model user, who had maintained his beast-man form for years; no one had ever seen his true face.
“Hurry and print the news.
I want this message spread across the whole world by tomorrow.” “Also, who is the person who filmed this news?
I want to give him ten times his salary,” Morgans said happily.
“Pr…
President, won’t doing this cause dissatisfaction from the Marines and the World Government?
They will come after us, right?” the subordinate asked, trembling.
“What are you afraid of?
The Marines and the World Government don’t have the time to deal with us right now.
They have to figure out how to deal with Rocks first.
After all, the entire G-5 Branch being destroyed is enough to give them a headache for a long time, Hahahaha.” “Besides, in our line of work, News = Money = Life,” Morgans said to his subordinate with a crazed look on his face.
“Yes, understood, President.
I will go print the news immediately.” Marine G-5 Branch.
After a full day of sailing, the travel-worn Monkey D.
Garp, Sengoku, and Tsuru had just arrived at their destination.
What met their eyes was a complete ruin.
The base facilities had all collapsed, and the port was littered with corpses—both Marine and pirate.
Soldiers found Disque’s corpse and called the three over.
Disque’s death was extremely tragic; almost all his bones were shattered.
“Damn it, we were a step too late.
These damned pirates are completely devoid of humanity.” Sengoku clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms, gnashing his teeth in frustration.
Monkey D.
Garp and Tsuru fell silent upon hearing Sengoku’s words.
Even the usually carefree Monkey D.
Garp had a look of solemnity and anger on his face.
“Blu…
Blu…
Blu…
Blu…
Blu…
Blu…” The sound of a den den mushi disrupted their thoughts.
“Kong-san, this is Tsuru.” Tsuru composed herself and answered the den den mushi.
“This is Kong.
Tsuru, have you reached the branch?
What is the situation?” “The branch has suffered a devastating blow.
Vice Admiral Disque was killed in action.
We are currently searching for any survivors.” Tsuru glanced at Sengoku and Monkey D.
Garp beside her, trying to calm her emotions as she replied.
“…” “I understand.
Continue searching for survivors.
Once the search is complete, return to headquarters.
I will handle the issue of the pensions.” After a long silence, Kong issued his instructions.
“Understood!” Elsewhere, Allen.
“Hey!
Watch my ‘Heaven and Earth, Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies, Peerless Invincible Extermination Slash’!” Twilight Allen stood shirtless in the sea, shouting the chuunibyou-style name as he swung his sword at the ocean surface.
A wisp of sea breeze stirred in front of the sword tip, then immediately annihilated, disappearing into the waves.
“Pah!
Who said the longer the move name, the more powerful it is?
Liars.” Twilight Allen spat at the sea, very annoyed.
“Although it has the embryonic form of sword intent, it seems there is still a long way to go.
The condensation of sword intent and the speed of the sword swing are both indispensable,” Twilight Allen thought, rubbing his chin.
“Twilight Allen!
Twilight Allen!” “Uncle Natsu!
Is something the matter?” Twilight Allen asked suspiciously, watching Uncle Natsu run toward him anxiously.
“The…
the port, a pirate ship has arrived.
It looks very fierce.
You should go take a look.” Natsu answered Twilight Allen, panting for breath.
“Is that so?
I’ll go take a look.
You go tell the townspeople to hide in their homes and not come out until I return.” Twilight Allen put on his clothes while running toward the port, calling back to Natsu.
“Twilight Allen, be careful.
Don’t get hurt.” “Got it!!” A pirate ship about forty meters long docked at the port of Allen.
“Hahaha!
Boys, go raid!
I heard the mead in this town is famous throughout the Grand Line.
After we’re done raiding, we’ll have a good taste of it.” A chubby, fierce-looking man wearing glasses shouted at his crew.
“Oh!
Long live the Captain!” The subordinates cheered for the fat man.
Immediately, the fierce-looking pirates jumped off the pirate ship one by one and headed toward the town.
Just as these pirates were about to enter the town limits, a slightly cold voice rang out.
“This road is closed, scum.” The pirates looked in the direction of the voice.
A teenager, one meter eighty-five tall, with black messy hair, wearing a white long shirt with his chest exposed, was pointing his sword at them.
“Hahaha, where did this brat come from trying to be a hero?
Don’t you see the villagers have all hidden away?” The pirates mocked and laughed at Twilight Allen.
“To deal with you small fry, I am enough.” “Damn brat, watch me tear your mouth apart.” A pirate rushed toward Twilight Allen, brandishing the spiked club in his hand.
The pirate rushed in front of him and smashed the spiked club at Twilight Allen.
A cold light flashed in Twilight Allen’s eyes.
The next moment, he disappeared from the pirate’s field of vision and appeared behind him.
The pirate’s eyes widened as if he had seen something unbelievable, then a neat line of blood appeared on his neck, and he fell to the ground.
“Hey, hey, are you kidding?
Iron Bear, get up!
Now is not the time to sleep.” The group of pirates behind him roared in disbelief at the fallen pirate minion.
“Small fry should have the awareness of being small fry.
Carrying an iron stick, do you think you’re Kaido of the Beasts?” Twilight Allen shook his sword, mocking the pirates with disdain.
“Bastard, brothers, kill him!” A group of pirates couldn’t stand Twilight Allen’s mockery and prepared to swarm him.
“Wait a minute, kid.
You have good skills.
Do you want to join us?
I’ll let you be a Captain.” The fat man saw Twilight Allen’s skills and wanted to recruit him into his pirate crew as a fighter.
“Sigh, some people don’t have much strength but spend all day thinking about nonsense.
You should know that even bigger small fry are still small fry…” Twilight Allen answered the fat man with disdain.
Hearing Twilight Allen’s words, the fat man was so angry his fat trembled.
“Kid, who do you think you are?
I am a great pirate with a bounty of 33 million Berries, ‘Alpaca’ Samo!
Boys, kill him for me.” A group of pirates heard the fat man’s order and one after another picked up their weapons and rushed toward Twilight Allen.
“Er, your nickname makes me want to call you an alias.” Twilight Allen almost laughed out loud.
While speaking, Twilight Allen released his Observation Haki, his figure moving nimbly among the group of pirates.
Every time he passed a pirate, the sword in his hand would take away a pirate’s life.
Before long, dozens of pirates were all lying on the ground.
“It’s your turn, Draft…
no, Alpaca.” Twilight Allen looked at the remaining ‘Alpaca’ Samo.
“Kid, I really like you.
Join me.
How about I let you be the vice-Captain?” Samo didn’t care about the death of his subordinates at all.
Minions like these could be recruited in batches once they went out to sea, but a powerhouse with superb swordsmanship like Twilight Allen was rare and hard to find.
“You really are scum.” Twilight Allen looked at the fat man with a strange expression.