How can I become the Pirate King if you don’t work hard?.

Chapter 398 Arrives! The Devil's Heir!
Gao Wen fell silent for a moment.

He knew his own situation better than anyone else.

The reason I've been able to grow to this level is because I've faced life and death several times and confronted opponents far stronger than myself.

But it relies more on the foundation built by the captain's system.

Those entries, without their presence, elevated this body's originally mediocre talent to an astonishing level.

In other words.

The difference in Gao Wen's physical talent at different times was enormous.

When I first woke up, I was at most a silver-level, which would probably be too much for a monster to handle in the new world.

But now Gawain has grown to the pinnacle of legend, becoming invincible over the sea.

Gawain murmured:
"I just don't know which period of flesh and blood tissue sample the World Government obtained."

"East Sea, Paradise, or Britannias?"

"These three represent completely different meanings."

"But it doesn't matter."

"I would be happy if they actually created a seraphim capable of fighting me."

"After all, the goal of organizing this World Martial Arts Tournament is to create a monster that can fight me, as a backup plan for the Hades."

"To raise my personal combat power to a level sufficient to contend with ancient weapons."

Kro nodded:
"Anyway, as long as you're confident."

"In addition, Barrett appeared once in a port in the New World, and then disappeared without a trace. It will be a bit troublesome to find him."

"fine."

Gao Wen said calmly:
"At this point in time, the World Government is busy quelling the aftermath of the Marineford War and the impact of the attack on Mary Geoise, and the ocean will only become more and more chaotic in the future."

"We have no time to reach into the new world, let alone spare the energy to interfere with our operations."

Time is on our side.

"As long as I wait until Hades is fully completed, or until I go a step further and obtain the combat power to rival the ancient weapons."

"This vast ocean..."

"It's time to dye it my color."

Kro grinned, a glint of ambition burning in his eyes:
"Humph~"

"You really dare to say that."

"but."

"On this vast ocean, you are the only one capable of doing something like this."

Along the way.

Kro witnessed Gawain's growth.

From an unknown nobody in the East Blue with a bounty of eight million, to one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, and then to the uncrowned king of the New World.

Its influence extends throughout the world, second only to the world government.

Such an achievement is unprecedented, if not unparalleled, in the eight hundred years of world government rule!

Even Kro himself, in the decades before meeting Gawain, never imagined that he could grow to the point where he could rival an admiral.

Only then did Kro realize what was happening.

Akin, Zoro, Sanji, Van Augur, Zoro...

The fates of everyone on this ship were completely changed after they chose to follow Gawain.

Kro couldn't say whether this change was good or bad for others.

But he knew that if he were given another chance, he would still board Gawain's ship.

After giving a brief report, Kro chatted with Gawain for a few more minutes before turning and leaving.

boom!
The office door was tightly closed.

Gao Wen turned his head and looked out the window.

An endless inland sea stretches across the center of the Britannias continent.

The giant crater left by the Heavenly King has formed an inland sea, which, in a way, is also a warning from Im.

"Ah……"

Gawain smiled dismissively, drew the curtains, and blocked the wind blowing in from the inner sea outside the window.

……

……

……

Time flies.

a few days later.

Within Britannias.

In a small town.

On the path, two figures, one tall and one short, slowly disappeared into the distance.

On the grass and trees on both sides, the dew had not completely dried, and some leaves even had the white frost left over from last night.

The two walked through it, their clothes soaked with dew.

Such coldness is enough to cause a minor illness in an ordinary, weak person.

Sabo, however, only felt warm all over.

Winter is coming.

Fujitora couldn't help but sigh.

Sabo, standing to the side, did not respond; he remained staring blankly at the slightly cold bread in his hand.

This was bread that the guards were handing out for free at a job posting site they passed through in the town. Almost everyone standing there was holding the same piece of bread.

Seeing this, Fujitora smiled slightly.
"Surprised?!"

"I was also surprised when I first saw it."

Sabo's expression was complicated for a moment. He tore off a piece of bread and put it in his mouth.

The initial taste was not good, and the texture was so rough that it was difficult to swallow, enough to consume for an adult for a day.

But Sabo could tell that the bread was made that way on purpose.

He knew why.

If the food used for relief is too elaborate and delicious, in addition to increasing the cost, it will not be distributed to those who need it.

The heavy loaf of bread in his hand gave Sabo a sense of reality.

He followed the dragon on his journeys around the world, visiting countless places and encountering nobles and kings known for their benevolence.

But that so-called mercy was merely a matter of less taxation and oppression compared to other regions.

The idea of ​​distributing bread for free or providing job opportunities for the poor is simply a pipe dream.

Even the revolutionary army could only go this far at most.

After chewing a few bites, Sabo swallowed the bread in his mouth, and when he looked at the large piece of bread in his hand again, his eyes lit up:

"Has this kind of thing always existed in Britannias?!"

Fujitora nodded:
"It didn't exist originally, but it appeared after Gawain came."

"Actually."

"If you've returned to the East China Sea in the past few years, you'll know that everything here has already happened in Raven Harbor."

"That man said that no matter how brutal the rule, people must have a chance to live."

"Over the years, his strength has grown and his influence has increased, but his will has never changed."

Say it.

Fujitora turned to look at Sabo, who was still deep in thought, repeating Fujitora's words:

"No matter how brutal the rule, people must be able to survive."

Sabo looked down at the bread in his hand, a self-deprecating smile playing on his lips:

"If this kind of rule has to be labeled as brutal, then the world must be insane."

"Throughout my life, you've told me so much, and led me along the way, showing me the changes that occurred in Britannias after that man arrived..."

As the Chief of Staff of the Revolutionary Army, Sabo was certainly not stupid.

Fujitora's journey has allowed him to witness everything that happened in Britannias.

This kingdom may not be perfect, but it has already surpassed 99%—no, almost all—of the kingdoms in the world.

Even the prosperity of Mary Geoise could not compare to the stability of Britannias.

After all, the former's prosperity was built on the exploitation of the entire world, while the latter was built entirely by the hard work of its people. And the person who created all of this was only one…

Knight Gawain!

"What exactly do you want?!"

"Well~"

Fujitora waved his hand, his smile unchanged:
"It's just that the Neo Navy failed."

"Besides the constantly bickering pirates, the only ones who can change this world next are the Revolutionary Army and Britannias."

"Here, I see the future I've always imagined."

"I'm a little curious, as the leader of the revolutionary army, what kind of feelings will you have after witnessing all this?"

Sabo fell silent for a moment.

He stood there, slowly eating the bread in his hand, his eyes gradually calming down.

"here……"

"It truly is an ideal paradise."

"Gawain's powerful force brought stability to this place, and that... that will also gave the people here the opportunity to change their lives with their own hands."

"This is good."

"But this short-lived prosperity based on Gawain's strength will inevitably collapse when Gawain falls."

"Just like Zeng Chunqiu's white beard at his peak."

"Whether it was his hometown of Sphinx, or Fishman Island, or his own territory, they were all once peaceful and prosperous."

"But what about now..."

"Those places have been engulfed in war."

"If the rules of this world are not changed, all prosperity will only be a flash in the pan."

"Is this so..."

Fujitora lowered his head, reached out and parted the branches of the roadside tree. Petals fell from the branches and landed in his palm.

A faint, sweet fragrance wafted over.

Fujitora sniffed, his smile softening even more:
"It takes root, blossoms, and bears fruit."

"How do you know that man doesn't want to change the rules of this world?!"

"only."

"Everything takes time."

Sabo suddenly turned to look at Fujitora:

"In this lifetime, what are you truly...?"

"Just an old gambler."

"Let's go."

"The bar where Ivankov is is in the harbor not far ahead."

Sabo paused for a moment, then quickly walked away without asking any further questions.

soon.

At the end of the path, a large port appeared.

The two walked briskly through the crowd and soon arrived at the entrance of a bar with avant-garde decor that was even a bit too flamboyant.

Before they even got close, ladyboys wearing stockings and smoky makeup surrounded them with alluring smiles.

"Yo~ boy~"

"Are you here to enjoy freedom too?!"

"What a handsome face! And that scar really adds to his masculinity!"

……

The familiar voice sent a chill down Sabo's spine, but it also confirmed to him that this bar was definitely owned by Ivankov.

The smell is too strong!
Sabo brushed aside the groping hands of several transgender people, managing a forced, awkward yet polite smile:
“I’m looking for your boss. I used to work with him. I heard he had an accident, so I came to check on him.”

The leading transvestite shook his head and said in a rather regretful tone:
"Lord Ivan? You're too late~ He's already left with Lord Lightning, traveling all over Britannias, muttering something about wanting to witness everything about this great kingdom—it's all incomprehensible~"

"They left more than half a month ago, and we don't know where they are now."

Sabo pressed further:
"Can you get in touch with them?"

The transgender people looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

"Is this so~"

Sabo nodded, confirming Ivankov's whereabouts, and his expression immediately relaxed:

"I will wait for him in this area. Please pass on this message."

Say it.

After leaving behind the Den Den Mushi for communication, Sabo and Fujitora quickly left, ignoring the rather regretful looks from the transvestites.

Sabo then found a hotel nearby to stay temporarily.

Fujitora had already turned down the work arranged by Gawain and traveled around Britannias, so he decided to stay in the vicinity as well.

He spends his days either loitering in various casinos or wandering around with Sabo.

In his words, after losing his eyesight, he was able to see even more.

Their lives settled down, and seven or eight days passed in the blink of an eye.

……

Woo!
Woo!
Woo!
The sudden alarm in the port alerted the civilian police, who, under the command of the guards, orderly evacuated to the rear.

When Sabo pushed open the door, he was the only one left in the hotel.

He walked a few steps to the rooftop and gazed into the distance.

White smoke billowed, almost completely obscuring the entire harbor, when a figure riding a jet ski, spewing steam, appeared on the horizon.

It was Smoker riding a jet ski!

now.

As Smoker's expression turned serious, the cigar in his mouth burned wildly, reaching the mouthpiece in just a few breaths.

He held the Den Den Mushi receiver in one hand and said:
"Captain, something happened!"

"The troops stationed at the border tracked down a strangely shaped pirate ship that disappeared near Silver Sand Bay, while I tracked it down to the vicinity of Seagull Port."

"But the other party vanished as if they had evaporated into thin air!"

"It's probably some kind of special ship, or it could be a person with superpowers."

"and many more--!"

between words.

Smoker felt the sea surface sway, and his vision gradually rose higher.

He looked down at the sea, but all he could see was pitch black!
"wrong!"

"Is that a submarine?!"

"Correct answer, but no reward!"

A rough voice exploded in Smoker's ears, and an extremely powerful Conqueror's Haki suddenly erupted, making the air feel a bit stuffy!

The oppressive feeling that came instantly even gave Smoker the same illusion as when he faced the leader of the Knights of God in Mary Geoise.

This guy... is dangerous!

Unimaginable danger!
Smoker instinctively reached out and grabbed the hands behind him, but his face was suddenly grabbed by a large hand.

Amidst excruciating pain, Smoker's body slowly lifted off the ground, as he was directly lifted up by his opponent.

It was at this moment that he saw the person's face clearly:
"Devil's Heir - Barrett?"

Barrett twisted his neck and grinned maliciously:

"You're one of Knight Gawain's men?!"

"Have him come over. I have a deal to make with him, otherwise..."

"I'll fight until he comes out!"

"Um?!"

Barrett was slightly taken aback.

It wasn't because their questions hadn't been answered.

Instead, it was Smoker in his hand, whose life was already in his own hands, yet his hand still resolutely reached for his weapon!
"Not bad, what's your name?!"

(End of this chapter)