I reached the top of Pirates

Chapter 239, Section 238: Valuable Supplies Soon to Be Obtained!
"What's that? Are there islands flying in the sky?"

"How could that be? You must be dreaming."

"It's true, look! Would I lie to you?"

Whispers continued to rise, and shocked faces appeared one after another.

Hancock, Shanks, Hanafza, and Crocodile's crew were all shocked.

Watching this scene was like witnessing the end of the world.

Top deck of a warship.

Bogart stared in disbelief at the islands descending from the clouds, a scene flashing through his mind.

That was an unforgettable scene from over a decade ago when more than a dozen warships crashed from the sky into the harbor of Marineford.

"Quickly, quickly, run to the shore."

“A dangerous person is coming; they are not people you can contact.”

He directed the marines on the lower decks to continuously land on the island to seek refuge.

It's too late to leave now; the huge waves caused by these islands hitting the sea are enough to capsize the entire warship.

Garp, Kuzan, and the other two emerged from the cabin and looked up at the islands that had appeared in the sky and "fallen."

Garp said with a serious expression, "Is it that guy Shiki? No, it doesn't seem like it."

As the island continued to fall, its position shifted, and instead of crashing into itself, it crashed into the other side of the island.

Garp watched this scene with a twitching mouth, because he did not sense the Golden Lion's aura on those islands, but he did sense the aura of Messer and the others.

A somewhat absurd feeling arose in my heart.

Boom! Boom! Rumble!
The continuous crashing sounds echoed through the sky, and waves tens of meters high surged up.

Terrifying and panicked roars of beasts echoed from more than a dozen islands.

The terrain of Ohara has changed, transforming it from a solitary island into a dozen or so interconnected archipelagos.

Only one island remains floating in the air; it is a beautiful summer island.

Above are dense primeval forests, undulating mountains and plains, and in the center of the island lies a huge lake and ancient ruins.

Mercer moved a massive Den Den Mushi (snail) with a diameter of one kilometer, along with the laboratory and all the Golden Lion's surveillance Den Den Mushi, to the island.

Many ferocious beasts live on the island.

Standing on the edge of the island, Moses looked down at the group of islands that had settled steadily on the sea.

They may relocate here.

Why are you still keeping this island?

Shanks looked at Moses with a hint of curiosity in his eyes: "You don't mean you want to live up there, do you?"

Moses looked at Crocodile and smiled:
"What do you think about turning this island into a steel island ship? A bustling city that can roam the seas or the skies?"

Crocodile's expression froze for a moment, then his pupils suddenly contracted. Utopia? A prosperous country untouched by any power.

"Haha! Hahaha!"

Crocodile smiled subtly: "You want to build the headquarters of our Cross Guild here?"

Moses thought for a moment and said, "I want to have a place of my own. Living on a boat is a bit too small."

Now that I have the means, I'll build one myself. What do you think?

Crocodile looked at Moses:

"Once the city is built, who will be the boss?"

Moses smiled:
“You are the head of the Cross Guild, the core business organization on the island. And I am the captain and admiral of this Iron Island ship. We have a clear division of labor, and there is no distinction between big and small.”

Crocodile's lips twitched. "You want to be the mastermind behind everything? I'll work for you?"

Moses laughed and looked at him, saying, "In this world ruled by powerful barbarians, the only way to survive is to stick together and keep warm."

You may not have the biggest fist, but you have management skills. We are collaborators, and we can be partners. Don't worry, I won't stab you in the head.

It sounds very appealing. I've been wandering for almost half my life and still don't have a place that truly belongs to me.

Moses's words were very appealing; they were partners who, by building an island ship, would gain real territory for themselves.

Crocodile: "A collaborator?"

Moses: "Yes."

Crocodile: "Then we need to have a serious discussion about the development of this city."

The crocodile has taken the bait.

Mercer smiled and said, "Don't rush to discuss these matters. You can discuss them with my family's money manager later. She can make all the decisions for me."

Since we are collaborators, the construction cost of this island ship cannot be borne by me alone; you must also contribute money, materials, and labor.

Crocodile's expression was somewhat uncertain. Was this meant to make him invest his energy and bind him to this island?

I couldn't help but feel conflicted.

Seeing him deep in thought, Moses smiled, then looked at Mihawk, "We are partners, and you are also a shareholder of the Cross Guild, so you also need to contribute money and effort."

Mihawk's lips twitched, and he said calmly, "No money, no men, I'm all alone."

"Didn't you say you had a group of baboons that mimic humans? We'll go to your place and bring them onto this island ship to guard it."

"The baboons are very ferocious and love to fight. They are also very unruly."

Mihawk's eyes sparkled with amusement.

Moses laughed and said, "I'm the kind of person who deals with all kinds of disobedience. If someone doesn't listen, I'll beat them until they submit."

Unfortunately, Mihawk felt that he had done the same thing.

Shanks blinked. Seriously? Mihawk agreed? Isn't he a lone wolf? A little jealous.

It's like your long-term partner complaining that you're poor, making all sorts of excuses to avoid doing what you need, and then running off with some rich and handsome guy.

How did you end up joining his faction?

That's how I asked the question.

Mihawk said calmly, "It's not that I joined him and became his subordinate, but that I am a shareholder. I am free; I'm just a figurehead."

Mercer laughed and said, "That's right, we are partners. Mihawk is not my subordinate. I just gave him a home, a place to stay that he can always return to when he is tired of traveling."

Shanks's lips twitched violently. This was outrageously extravagant; was this how the wealthy talked?

Mihawk's eyes lit up with thought. Home?

Looking down at the island, Moses pondered that as his family grew larger and the children grew up, they couldn't continue living in a small castle or on a ship forever.

We should always consider the future.

Then let's build them a bustling metropolis of their own. Humans are social beings, and we cannot deprive them of their freedom.

The reason he was called Lao Sha (Old Sha) was not just because of his management talent.

Furthermore, because of his title as one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, he can be entrusted with handling all the messy tasks that involve contact with the World Government.

After all, Moses didn't want to have any contact with those Celestial Dragons; he just wanted to be the top fighter and a hands-off manager.

Focus on the overall direction, and leave the rest to them.

Anyway, Lao Sha has a strong desire for control. Once he puts his heart and soul into something, he will guard it like a miser and not let others see it.

"so what have you thought of?"

Mercer asked him with a grin, and Old Sand's lips twitched, "Okay, I promise you. I'll find a construction team. But what about the population problem on this island ship?"

"There's never a shortage of people on this sea. Once the city is built and the commercial streets are bustling, more and more sharks will come smelling the fishy smell."

Mercer laughed. There was no need to worry about such a trivial matter as population issues.

"Let's go down."

With the release of their abilities, the ground beneath their feet floated up, carrying everyone towards Ohara.

Not a moment.

Moses and his group landed on the western shore of Ohara, where Kapukuzan and his group were not far away.

Upon seeing Garp, Messer smiled and said, "It's been a long time, Grandpa."

Karp's lips twitched involuntarily, and then he looked at Moses, who was clearly in the center of the group, with a hint of shock in his eyes:
Can you explain this to me?

Moses walked over, but Shanks and the others left without looking back, since there was nothing more to say.

When Hancock and the other two approached Garp, Moses smiled and said:
"It wasn't a big deal. We teamed up and crushed the Golden Lion. Luckily, the Float-Float Fruit was reborn next to me."

And that’s it.”

Garp's eyes were full of wisdom as he patted Moses on the shoulder with a hearty laugh:

"So that's how it is. What a joke."

He looked at Moses with a hint of frustration, "So you ate the Devil Fruit? You're a Devil Fruit user now?"

Moses shook his head, a vortex of gray mist appearing in his hand, and Hanlu appeared, floating beside him. "It was my Hanlu who ate the Devil Fruit, I won't eat it. But given the connection between Hanlu and me, it wouldn't make much difference if I did!"

Mercer's lips curled up, and he waved his right hand in the air, causing the dew to dance nimbly around him.

"Cool, isn't it? My sword."

With that, he jumped onto the Cold Dew Sword and flew around Garp.

Karp looked at Mercer with a twitching mouth, rubbing his forehead involuntarily, his head aching.

but.

Seeing Mercer flying on his sword, a look of amazement did indeed appear in his eyes.

He really is handsome.

Erii's eyes followed Mercer's figure. As Mercer passed by her, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto the sword, flying around Garp together.

As Garp bypassed him once more, Garp suddenly reached out with his right hand, grabbed Moses's arm, and said with a dark face:

"Is that all you're going to tell me? Nothing else? You've gathered four Shichibukai and the Red-Haired Pirates? Do you want to fly to the heavens?"

At this moment, Erii, who was standing in front of Messer, shook her head seriously:

"Grandpa, we've already been to heaven! We went to play outside this planet a few days ago. The scenery there is beautiful and spectacular."

Karp's eye twitched, a mixture of frustration and exasperation on his face. How had this girl learned to talk nonsense too? He couldn't help but look at Messer with displeasure.
"You can't just teach children whatever you want. It's just a trip to the floating island that the Golden Lion placed ten thousand meters above the ground. Does it have to be called going to heaven?"

Mercer blinked, realizing he was overthinking things, and sighed.

"Alright, enough of this nonsense. Is there something you need here? They came by chance; we don't have any ulterior motives. Don't overthink it."

"Ah la la!"

Kuzan walked over; it was our first meeting since Kuzan became a general, and he was still as lazy and unreliable as ever.
"How could a group of terrifying creatures like you not make people nervous?"

As he spoke, he looked at Moses with amusement: "Don't forget, you're on the World Government's blacklist."

You're a potential terrorist. You're a little rascal who doesn't even respect the Celestial Dragons.

You're here with these criminals at the Ohara ruins again. What do you think?

"Mercy's brother?"

Mercer sighed. "I really didn't cause any trouble this time. It was all just a coincidence."

We get together to fight, and we just drink and chat!
Why is it that when it comes to you people, it's like you're plotting to destroy the world?

People with heart conditions really do see everything as dirty. I think the people who called you here are the truly dirty ones.”

Kuzan's lips twitched, and he couldn't help but think of the order he received from the Five Elders to become the Fleet Admiral of Sengoku.

"Why are you swearing?"

As he spoke, he delivered a punch to Moses' shoulder, neither too hard nor too soft.

Mercer glanced at him, thought for a moment, and instead of dodging, landed a light punch on his shoulder.

It hurts a little.

Mercer squinted and smiled, "You started it, so I'm going to retaliate."

As he spoke, he suddenly stepped forward and punched him in the stomach.

Kuzan got interested and wanted to fight me, kid. You're still too green.

It was merely an elemental body, its surface emanating a bone-chilling cold.

Mercer's fist, seemingly slow but actually fast, created ripples in the air as it landed on his abdomen.

Bang!
A shockwave appeared behind Kuzan, and whoosh! His expression changed slightly as he was suddenly sent flying backward.

Along the way, it smashed through the dense trees that grew here.

Moses straightened up, blew out a breath of cold air from his fist, and turned to look at Garp beside him with a puzzled expression:
"Why isn't Brother Kuzan defending? If I really had malicious intent, wouldn't I have severely injured him with a single punch if I had used Haki to bind him?"

Garp's lips twitched as he looked at Kuzan, who had stood up a hundred meters away, looking embarrassed.

He chuckled first, then punched Mercer on the head with a gruff tone: "Why are you hitting so hard?"

Mercer looked up, speechless. How could he be being blamed? It was Kuzan who hadn't defended himself at all.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with purple hair and sunglasses, who had come with Garp and the other man, spoke up in surprise:
"Garp, you're really something, you bastard."

Moses raised an eyebrow, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and looked at Garp, asking:

"Is this the General Zephyr you mentioned?"

Garp's eyes widened in confusion for a moment, then he knew that the kid recognized the person.

"Haha, that's right, this old bastard is Zefa, my good friend. Quickly, greet him."

Moses looked at him and smiled, "Hello, Uncle Zefa, I'm Moses."

Zefa's lips twitched, and his face instantly turned ashen. "I'm of the same generation as your grandfather. You call me 'uncle'?"

Mercer laughed and said, "You look younger. Calling me grandpa makes me sound old. Besides, I don't really want to call anyone else grandpa except my own. I'm happy with having this one grandpa in my life."

Garp rolled his eyes at Messer, but couldn't help but smile, clearly pleased with Messer's words.

“Teacher Zefa, I knew it. This kid has no manners. He calls me ‘brother,’ so it’s normal for him to call you ‘uncle.’”

Kuzan walked over as if nothing had happened, but there was a hint of surprise in his eyes:

"I believe it now. Borsalino didn't lie or hold back last time. You've really gotten a lot stronger than before."

Mercer looked him over and laughed, "You're the same, much better than last time."

Kuzan's mouth twitched. This brat was asking for a beating, speaking to him like an equal.

"By the way, where are your family members? Did you come to Xihai alone?"

Mercer glanced at him. Was he looking for someone? This guy was so annoying.

ignore.

Mercer looked at Karp and the other man and laughed, "This isn't the place to talk. Have you had breakfast yet? If not, I'll go hunt down a couple of wild beasts and roast them."

These islands may not have much else, but they are teeming with terrifying beasts.

A flicker of surprise crossed Kuzan's eyes as he used his Observation Haki to sense the ferocious auras emanating from the surrounding islands:
"It is very strong, with an ecosystem that is unique to the Beast Island in the Calm Belt of the Grand Line."

Mercer simply recounted what the Golden Lion had done during his years as a recluse.

hiss!hiss!hiss!
The three of them gasped.

It all feels like a dream, like that barbaric guy actually went into scientific research.

It's kind of funny, but that guy actually came up with something rather scary.

Zephyr frowned: "You defeated him, which means you seized the Golden Lion's research and property."

Mercer looked at him and said with a smile, "So, Uncle, do you have something on your mind?"

Garp's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at Zephyr and said with a smile, "We can't just take advantage of the fact that Mather got the pirates' property and plunder it."

Zephyr dedicated his life to strengthening the navy and protecting the people of the sea. As his old comrade, he could naturally understand some of Zephyr's thoughts.

However, those things belonged to Mercer, and he didn't want anyone to take what belonged to Mercer.

Zephyr sensed Garp's protectiveness towards Messer and smiled wryly:
"That's not what you think. I just wanted to ask."

As he spoke, he looked at Moses and asked:
"That research was a groundbreaking achievement. I'd like to ask if you have any plans to share the technology with our navy?"

A slight smile played on Moses' lips. Sure enough, anyone with a bit of knowledge would know the true value of that technology.

In the original story, after the Golden Lion was arrested again, the Navy waiting below inherited the Golden Lion's final research results.

In the original timeline, some technologies on Egghead Island, Egherd, already showed signs of that.

"Many things in this world can be bought with money, so how much would your Marine Headquarters or the World Government be willing to pay?"

Having grown stronger, Messer didn't mind using this outdated technology to obtain a batch of precious fruit resources.

Zepha frowned and looked at Mercer, saying, "I haven't seen the actual object. We'll need specialized technicians to come and verify it."

Mercer said helplessly:
"Time is life. Instead of chatting with me here, why don't you go and call a professional to come and verify it?"

Zefa's lips twitched.

Garp retorted helplessly, "How can you talk like that? You brat, show some manners!"

Moses laughed.

"Sorry, but I'm really happy about the batch of valuable resources that will be coming my way soon."

"Let's go then."

I'll take you on an adventure on the island.

Let me tell you, the ferocious creatures on this island are quite amazing.

You'll be absolutely amazed when you see it.

(End of this chapter)