Time slowly passed, and two months later.
Marineford.
[Remember the domain name of this site, readfictional.com, to solve book shortages: readfictional.com, extremely practical] Inside Sengoku’s Fleet Admiral office, three purple-gold invitation letters lay conspicuously on the desk.
During these two months, the Marine managed to luckily find two more invitation letters through various channels.
However, information regarding the “Myriad Realms Auction House” itself was like a stone sinking into the sea.
The CP organization and the Marine Intelligence Department poured all their efforts into the search, utilizing every overt and covert channel, but came up empty-handed.
This auction house seemed to have been born from nothingness, leaving no history and no trace.
The only thing that could be confirmed was that the Marine was not the only party to receive an invitation letter.
Piecing together fragmented intelligence, it was confirmed that the Four Emperors, the Seven Warlords of the Sea, as well as some mysterious underground forces and lone powerhouses, had all received invitations.
The entire circle of the world’s top powers seemed to be enveloped by this invisible net.
Just a few days ago, all the invitation letters underwent the same change.
A subtle yet clear golden arrow appeared on the surface of the letters, pointing in a certain direction and faintly flickering, as if silently guiding them to the auction location.
“Notify all high-ranking officers, assemble in the Strategic Conference Room!” Sengoku ordered in a deep voice.
Strategic Conference Room The atmosphere was even more solemn than two months prior.
Akainu, Aokiji, Kizaru, and Staff Officer Tsuru were all present, and even Garp had been forcibly dragged in by Sengoku.
“Everyone is clear on the situation.” Sengoku got straight to the point, pointing at the three invitation letters on the table.
“The auction location is about to be confirmed.
We have three invitation letters, and as stated, each allows two people entry.
This means, theoretically, we can send six people inside the auction house.” Akainu immediately stated, “In that case, I will lead the team, accompanied by Kuzan and Borsalino.
We will select three elite Vice Admirals to join us.
If this auction house is a trap, or if the auction items endanger the World Government, we will destroy it directly!” His stance was as rigid as ever.
Kizaru swirled his teacup: “Oh If a fight breaks out, it seems like it would be quite troublesome But, if it’s just to take a look, I don’t mind making the trip~” Staff Officer Tsuru picked up an invitation letter, her finger lightly tapping the words “Entry limited to two people,” and a flash of wisdom appeared in her eyes.
“Have you carefully considered that it says, ‘One invitation letter is limited to two people’?” “However,” Staff Officer Tsuru changed the subject, her voice calm yet carrying undeniable power, “it never said that we, the Marine, could only send these few people.” As soon as she spoke, the conference room fell silent.
Sengoku’s eyes suddenly lit up, as if the clouds had parted: “Exactly!
Tsuru, you are right!
The invitation letter only specifies the limit on the number of people entering the auction house itself, but it doesn’t forbid us from deploying heavy forces around the periphery!” Akainu also realized, a cruel arc forming on his lips: “Meaning a large contingent will follow, ready to coordinate from inside and out if the situation changes?” “Precisely.” Staff Officer Tsuru nodded.
“We can dispatch a capable six-person team, carrying the invitation letters, to enter the auction house and participate in the bidding.” “At the same time, we will send a powerful fleet to stand by in the waters surrounding the auction house.” “Should a crisis occur inside, or if we confirm that an auction item poses a major threat requiring forceful seizure or destruction, the outer fleet can act immediately!” Garp picked his nose and laughed heartily: “Puhahaha!
Little Tsuru, you still have the best tricks!
This is basically following the rules openly while secretly preparing to flip the table!” Sengoku slammed his fist on the table, making his decision: “Good!
We’ll do it this way!
The internal team will be led by the Three Admirals, Garp, and assisted by Tsuru.
Members will include Momousagi Gion.” “The external support fleet will be personally commanded by Kake, equipped with five top-tier warships and sufficient Vice Admiral and Rear Admiral personnel!” “Hmph, no problem.” “Understood~” Kizaru shrugged.
“Arara, time to set sail again.” Aokiji yawned.
A Marine operational plan combining overt and covert elements was quickly finalized.
Meanwhile, in the New World, all major powers made similar decisions.
Whitebeard Pirates: Whitebeard found a total of two invitation letters.
It was ultimately decided that he, Marco, Vista, and Jozu would enter using the two invitation letters, while the remaining commanders and the main fleet would gather in the nearby waters and stand by.
“Gurararara!
If there really is something that can cure this old man’s ailments, it’s worth any price!
But if someone tries to use this as a trap, I’ll let them taste my power!” Beasts Pirates: Kaido also found two invitation letters, planning to enter the auction house with his Calamities, while other executives would lead the main fleet, ready to mobilize in nearby waters.
“Worororo!
It had better be real!
If they dare to trick me, I’ll smash the people and the auction house to pieces!” For a time, the Grand Line was fraught with changes.
Countless powerful ships followed the guidance of the golden arrows on the invitation letters, converging toward the first half of the Grand Line.
A massive storm—which appeared to be an auction but could potentially ignite a great war among the world’s top powers—was about to unfold on the vast ocean.
And at this moment, the center of this storm—the myriad worlds auction house ship—was still floating quietly on the sea.
Adam stood at the bow of the ship, looking at the distant horizon where the sea met the sky, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.
“The guests are almost here!” “The show is finally about to begin.” In recent days, this sea area had become extremely turbulent.
The massive Marine fleet, commanded by the Three Admirals and Garp, with five top-tier warships in battle formation, cut through the waves like steel behemoths, appearing on the distant horizon.
A chilling aura permeated the area, causing occasional passing merchant ships and pirate ships to flee at the sight of them.
Almost simultaneously, heart-stopping figures appeared from other directions.
The Moby Dick, bearing the Whitebeard Pirates’ flag, along with its auxiliary fleet, sailed slowly forward under Marco’s command, resembling moving castles.
The commanders on the ships looked serious, cautiously observing their surroundings.
The Beasts Pirates’ ships had a wild style, mostly featuring ferocious beast figureheads, and led by King and Queen, they aggressively entered this sea area.
Kaido’s ferocious roar could be faintly heard from the main ship.
The BIG MOM Pirates’ ships, resembling floating candy kingdoms, were brightly colored yet exuded a dangerous aura, anchoring in a specific area under the calm gaze of Katakuri.
Ships belonging to the Donquixote Family, Hawkeye Mihawk’s coffin boat small sailboat, and other strangely designed ships, clearly belonging to lone powerhouses or underground forces, also appeared in sight.
This once vast sea area now seemed somewhat crowded.
All parties maintained a tacit distance, wary of one another, and the air was thick with tension and confrontation.
Everyone’s gaze was focused in the same direction.
In the center of that sea area, a massive ship of ancient design, far exceeding the size of any known vessel, was quietly anchored.
Its entire body shimmered with a faint glow, as if it were merging with the surrounding seawater, yet simultaneously existing outside of this space.
An invisible, heart-stopping pressure spread out from its center.
That was the final destination indicated by the invitation letter’s arrow—the myriad worlds auction house ship.
“Is that the Myriad Realms Auction House?” The Marine Three Admirals stood at the bow of the warship, their brows tightly furrowed.
They could sense the strange aura emanating from that ship, an aura far beyond their comprehension.
Aboard the Moby Dick, Whitebeard sat on his custom-made giant chair, gazing at the massive ship.
His hearty laughter subsided: “Gurararara!
Is that the place?
It truly is extraordinary.” Doflamingo stood at the bow, strings wrapping around his fingertips, letting out a Fuffu laugh: