One Piece: From Picking Up Red Hair's Broken Arm

Chapter 251 A World-Shaking Event [Bonus Chapter]

"Oh my, it's actually the Five Elders personally getting involved?"

Morgans looked flattered. "In that case, I'll..." He dropped his pistol, took a few steps forward, and acted as if he was taking the initiative to greet him.

But the next second, a grin spread across his face, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes. "I can't go with you guys now!"

Snapped!
It suddenly slammed its wing against the wall, and in an instant, the window slammed shut. The outer wall roared, revealing dozens of gun barrels hidden in the interlayer.

Da da da!
Gun muzzle spits fire, bullets rain down like a storm, and several CP-0s' expressions change as they hurriedly activate their domineering aura to defend themselves.

Once the first round of artillery fire ended, the lead agent immediately stepped forward and kicked down a wall. Amidst the billowing smoke, he discovered that the room was already empty.

The floorboards beneath the desk were lifted, revealing a dark tunnel entrance. The faint sounds of pulley tracks and Morgans' arrogant laughter could be heard from afar.
"A bunch of brats, you think you can catch me with this little skill? Send some real veterans instead. Goodbye, hahahahaha!"

"It's an underground speed skating rink!"

The deputy crouched down to examine the tracks. "They were extremely fast. It's probably too late to catch up now!"

"Damn it!"

The intelligence chief gritted his teeth and slammed his fist on the desk. Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something on the desk.

With a clatter, he abruptly ripped open the pile of manuscripts left behind by Morgans, his face instantly darkening.

At the very top, there was a newly drafted headline:
Even gods bleed! Four Celestial Dragons were killed, and the Fallen One's power shakes the world! Where will the future lead?

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"Hahahaha~!"

Inside the underground passage, Morgans was still laughing maniacally.

Ultimately, the scope of influence that Den Den Mushi (a type of live-streaming device) can have is limited.

Looking across the world, the vast majority of those who can receive the live broadcast immediately are large forces with certain intelligence capabilities.

If it's just regular news, then this is actually enough.

But the shock of executing a Celestial Dragon and planting a fluttering flag on the land of Sabaody Archipelago, announcing the arrival of a new era to the world, cannot be limited to those powerful individuals who control intelligence networks!

If we want to further spread public opinion, we still have to rely on newspapers!

Morgans knew this well.

Therefore, the instant the live broadcast signal was cut off, he had already ordered all branches of the World Economic News Agency to operate at full capacity and print additional special editions.

Spread the news of everything that happened in Shambaud to every corner of the world with the most eye-catching headlines and the most stunning pictures!
Up to now.

Fermentation should be almost complete by now, right?
Amidst the fluttering of newsbirds as they fly by, and in the waves where dawn and dusk alternate...

It's time for the entire ocean and the whole world to savor the masterpiece he and that man created together, and to hear the bells of this new era!
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

East Sea, Goa Kingdom, Shopping Street.

Inside a restaurant that specializes in barbecue.

"Hey, have you heard? That world's number one swordsman, Xia Nuo, who hails from our East China Sea, killed..."

In a corner of the restaurant, a bearded man lowered his voice, but his companion suddenly grabbed his sleeve: "Shut up! Are you crazy? Bringing up something like this here?"

The diners around were silent, some secretly glancing towards the entrance, afraid of being overheard by the royal guards patrolling the street.

But the silence lasted only a few seconds.

"What are you afraid of!"

A lame old man slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly. "Have you forgotten? Back then, when those nobles set fire to the garbage dump to welcome that Celestial Dragon named Charles something, they didn't care about the lives of us!"

"Although it was the royal family who set the fire, the Celestial Dragons should ultimately share the blame!"

"Now that someone dares to cut off a Celestial Dragon's head, even if I'm hanged on the city wall tomorrow, I still have to say today, Lord Shano, well done!"

"That's right!"

"Well said! The Celestial Dragons should have died long ago!"

"What are you talking about, some great god, the descendant of the creator? Bah! Aren't you just like us? One chop and your head's off?"

The surrounding diners had clearly been holding back these words for a long time, and their voices of agreement rose and fell, instantly turning the once quiet and subdued restaurant into a noisy and bustling place.

Sometimes, the atmosphere is already there, all that's missing is someone to take the lead and shout it out.

The lame old man felt much better after receiving recognition, and he laughed heartily.

"Anyway, if any Celestial Dragons dare to come to our Goa Kingdom again, I'll be the first to teach them a lesson! Hey, boss! Another order of grilled meat, we absolutely have to celebrate properly today!"

"It's here, bring it over right away!" A boy's loud voice immediately came from behind the kitchen door.

In the back kitchen.

"whee……"

Luffy withdrew his eavesdropping ear, grinned, and thought to himself, "After several months, I've finally heard news of Brother Shano again!"

It sounds like some big news has been stirred up again.

How enviable! Luffy's gaze unconsciously fell on the sea stone handcuffs on his wrists.

When he first wore this thing, he couldn't even beat the boss's eight-year-old daughter, but now, after getting used to it and practicing, he can easily lift a whole roasted cow while wearing it!

At this rate, he'll soon be eligible to redeem the key! Luffy smugly flicked his wrist, not daring to imagine how powerful he would be by his seventeenth birthday.

He's destined to be the Pirate King!

Hey! You brat, what are you daydreaming about!

The owner, wearing a greasy apron, smacked him on the head with a spatula. "Table 22 ordered barbecue, didn't you forget? Hurry up and bring it over to me!"

"Ah! Right away!" Luffy hurriedly picked up the iron plate, but his mind was still on what the guests had been talking about.

Oh right, besides Brother Shano, what other Celestial Dragons were mentioned?

What is that?
Luffy tilted his head and imagined it, thinking it must be an animal with a head like a dragon, and a body that was probably similar to a gorilla in the mountains...

Only four were killed, and the whole world already knows about it.

That makes no sense.

Hmm, I guess the meat must be extremely precious and incredibly delicious, right?

I really want Brother Xia Nuo to share a bite with me, hehehe...

"Your drool is dripping into the grilled meat, turning it into boiled meat soup! You wretched brat!"

Thump! The furious boss slammed the spatula down again without any mercy.

"Oooooh! That hurts!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

On the Grand Line, at a naval branch base with the prefix "G".

Inside the office, Aokiji leaned back lazily in his chair, holding a recent newspaper in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed.

“Hey, Mr. Kuzan, even though we’re out on a field mission.”

Tina's voice came from the other end of the Den Den Mushi, "But things have gotten so big, you must have heard about what happened in Sabaody, right?"

"Ah."

Aokiji responded calmly, "Of course."

"Tina is so annoying."

Tina, on the other end of the microphone, was muttering and complaining like a little girl:

"What's going on? Does this mean all members of the Fallen Ones are unforgivable?"

“That idiot Smoker, you should have forcibly brought him back last time. At least then there was still hope. He could only be locked up for a few years at most, and there would be a chance for him to redeem himself. Unlike now, he's gone down a dark path with no way back…”

“Hey, Tina.” Aokiji spoke up quietly, interrupting Tina, “Speaking of Smoker, I just remembered that man named Shano, he’s already tried to recruit me twice…”

"Eh?"

Tina was stunned at first, then horrified:
"Kuzan! You, you, you, you! You're not trying to imitate Smo... Tina is warning you, this kind of joke is absolutely not funny!"

"Oh, don't be nervous."

Aokiji chuckled and casually tossed the newspaper onto the table.

"I could never betray the Navy. I was just reminiscing about the past and feeling a bit sentimental."

When they first met, the man seemed like someone who could be easily arrested if he took a serious approach. But when the man confronted him directly and bluntly, the man questioned him about his ambitions and how far he thought he could go.

Is it far enough now?

Aokiji's gaze returned to the newspaper on the table, and Xia Nuo's domineering eyes in the photo seemed to pierce through the paper.

The answer was slammed into his face.

Aokiji was silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled softly:
"I don't know if it's far or not... but its ambitions are crystal clear now."

At the time, I thought it was just the arrogant and ignorant talk of a young person, but now it seems that the other party is indeed achieving his goal step by step.

Breaking free from the shackles of fear is already a crucial step.

On the contrary, the so-called path of justice that I believe in seems to have become a little more distant...

"I'm hanging up now. Let's talk again when I get back to headquarters. We can go to Professor Zephyr's house for a meal and have a little get-together then."

Aokiji hung up the phone.

He stared at the photo, the blankness in his eyes lasting for a while before finally fading, and the thought that had been buried deep in his heart gradually became firm.

"Perhaps it's because of you, kid, that my ambitions have been ignited as well?"

Aokiji looked up, gazing out the window at the distant horizon, and muttered to himself, "Mr. Sengoku is getting quite old; he'll probably have to retire soon..."

"The navy still has so many comrades who share a sense of justice. They can't be wasted in the great waves of the new era. I have to fight for them, try to see if I can lead them back to the right path of our beliefs..."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"good."

On Klaigana Island, Mihawk, with his legs crossed, lay on the sofa and, after a long while, put down his newspaper and calmly offered his comments.

Such courage and such a feat—he truly deserves the man he chose.

He picked up his teacup, glanced at it, and frowned. "Tashigi, we're out of tea. Get us another serving."

No reply.

Mihawk turned his head and glanced at the empty castle before remembering something.

Has that girl arrived in Chambord yet?

His gaze swept across the newspaper again, turning to the front page where a close-up of Shano occupied most of the space, followed by some photos showing other angles of the battlefield. After searching carefully for a while, he actually found Tashigi in a corner.

It seems that he has safely reunited with his idol.

Hawkeye looked for a few seconds, then looked away, his expression returning to calm. He tilted his head back and drank the last sip of black tea in his cup.

"good."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The underwater prison.

Level 4 Underground, Scorching Hell.

The scorching heat made even breathing a torment. The newly arrived prisoners, bound by chains, lined up in long queues and escorted by guards to the disinfection area.

"Hurry up! Don't dawdle!"

The jailers waved their whips, urging the prisoners forward.

Commissioner Magellan stood on the high platform, arms crossed, coldly looking down at the prisoners below.

Behind him, the warden, Shiryu Ameno, had a cigar in his mouth, a faint smile on his lips, and his fingers tapping lightly on the hilt of his sword.

"Among this group of prisoners, there seem to be a few noteworthy individuals," Magellan remarked casually.

"Oh?" Shiryu exhaled a smoke ring. "Someone who can get the Director's personal attention must be no small fry."

Magellan did not answer, his gaze fixed on the figures at the very front of the group.

"Senryo Daohua, Buggy, a member of the Roger Pirates, caused a great disturbance on Whole Cake Island a few months ago, escaped from the Charlotte Family prison, and became famous overnight. His bounty has been raised to 3 million Berries."

"They fled back to Paradise, got coated in Sabaody Archipelago, and were preparing to re-enter the New World when they and their ship were struck by a meteorite. They fell into a coma and were eventually discovered and captured by the naval soldiers of Sabaody Archipelago."

Roger's old men?
Shiryu's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but take another look at the red nose, his breathing suddenly becoming a little heavy.

"The next two, Prince Cavendish and the supernova with a bounty of over 100 million, were also arrested in Chambord."

"Bellamy the hyena, also a current Supernova, was captured in Chambord."

"They are not minor figures, but they are not big shots either. They don't even qualify to be taken to LV6."

Magellan turned his head to look, "The reason I brought this up is simply because these guys were arrested and they are all related to a really important person."

"Ah, I know."

Shiryu narrowed his eyes and chuckled softly, "Not to mention the outside world, the newspapers are already buzzing about it inside Impel Down. By now, who hasn't heard of that big shot's name?"

"Killing four bubble fat pigs in front of the whole world, that's insane beyond belief. Tsk, if I ever get tired of being a jailer and become a pirate, I'd love to find a guy like that as my boss. Maybe one day I'll have the chance to catch a couple of fat pigs and kill them for fun."

“A fat pig… Shiryu, I know you’re joking, but as the warden, you should at least watch your words.”

Magellan gave a displeased snort and reprimanded him.

"Who can control a place where no light can get in and even ghosts would avoid it?" Shiliu scoffed, unconcerned.

Apart from Magellan, he's the boss here, so there's no need for him to be polite to anyone.

"you……"

Magellan wanted to issue a warning, but suddenly his expression changed, and he turned and strode towards the elevator: "Shiliu, I'm leaving this to you. Keep an eye on the new prisoners. I have some important business to attend to."

"Go."

Shiryu shrugged.

He flicked the ash from his cigarette, his gaze sweeping over the prisoners below, finally settling on the listless, red-nosed clown, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his lips:

"Don't worry, it's rare to have such distinguished guests here, I'll definitely treat them well..."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Calm Belt, Nine Serpents.

As night deepened, the palace of the Amazon Lily flickered with lights.

"Hancock, Hancock!!"

Grandma climbed in from the third-floor window, panting and leaning on her knees. "Where did the newspapers I collected go? I heard you sent someone to take them. Is that true? You brat, you never seem to care... Hey?"

She suddenly froze, and her voice abruptly stopped.

All I could see was the sofa opposite.

A slender, graceful figure was tightly clutching a newspaper with her eyes closed, curled up like a boiled shrimp, her legs unconsciously rubbing against each other, murmuring as if in a dream:

"Lord Xia Nuo, yes, that kind of look, that look of looking at trash... Please, just look at me with that look a few more times~"

"???"

Grandma rubbed her eyes hard, and after confirming that she hadn't seen wrong, her mouth opened wide, and the cane in her hand fell to the ground with a thud.

(End of this chapter)