From Pirate to Revolutionary Mentor

Chapter 30 Kevin the Executioner

Half a month later, after sweeping away the pirates in the West Blue one last time, Kevin boarded a warship bound for Marineford, the Marine Headquarters.

When the news spread from Lasgap to the West Sea, the people on the various islands who had not gone to sea out of fear of the executioner's name were all celebrating wildly.

That bastard is finally gone!

The entire West Sea is jokingly called the weakest sea after the East Sea, all because this bastard blocked the entrance to the Upside-Down Mountain.

Even Garp, the naval hero of the East Blue, has to work and clock in at headquarters all the time. Only when he takes a vacation and returns to the East Blue is he a nightmare for the pirates of the East Blue.

Kevin, that bastard, has been staying in the West Sea ever since he joined the 80th branch two years ago.

Not only does he block the entrance to Upside Down Mountain, this bastard also occasionally sets up entrapment operations.

Basically, no pirate who has plundered civilians has ever survived.

He even targeted bandits who hadn't yet raised their pirate flags, a truly horrific act!

Now that he's gone to the Navy Headquarters and won't be coming back, shouldn't we have a banquet to celebrate this joyous occasion?

We must open it! Open it immediately! After that, we'll go to Upside Down Mountain, and swagger there without a care in the world!

The 80th Marine Branch in Lasgap Town—I heard the base commander there is just an ordinary guy; killing him to appease the pirate flag would be perfect.

……

"bump."

The clinking of glasses and cheers filled the air.

No day in the entire West Sea has been more bustling than today. The villains, who have been oppressed for nearly three years, have finally let loose and let loose.

"Boss! Bring me some drinks! Or do you want me to chop your head off?"

"Hahahaha! Even Kevin the Executioner would get slaughtered by great pirates if he went to a place like the Grand Line!"

"That's right. The boss is right. We might get news of that bastard being killed once we set sail."

"Everyone! To One Piece! To the treasure of Gol D. Roger, the Pirate King! Cheers!"

"Cheers to the treasure!"

……

"Boss, are you trying to die? Where's the wine?"

Amidst the shouts and curses, an elderly man trembled with anger behind the bar.

The stored liquor has been completely consumed by these bastards, but they haven't paid a single penny.

Such a situation would have been absolutely impossible in the West Blue before. Under that Navy captain's patrol, he never cared whether you were a pirate or not.

Mountain bandits, thugs, and bullies—anyone guilty of a crime—would be killed by that person. Conversely, those who went to sea because of their so-called dreams mostly survived.

At that time, the old man never imagined that things would turn out like this.

"No, there's no more alcohol..."

Trembling, she resisted the fear, but the next moment a hand enveloped her.

"Bang!"

The old man was slapped so hard he was thrown to the back of the bar, his utensils falling to the ground, and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

These bastards might die here today, right?

With all the stored wine gone, I had no reason to live anymore.

The old man stood up shakily, raised his cane and pointed it at the puppies in front of him.

"The Navy captain will return someday, or perhaps one day he'll meet you on the Grand Line. One day, you will all pay the price for everything you've done!"

"You little bastards! Be afraid!"

"This ocean will eventually swallow you up!"

With a roar, a flintlock pistol was pointed at them.

"Old man, what are you saying? Do you want another minute to think about whether you said something wrong?"

The words had barely left his mouth when his index finger, already on the trigger, was ready to pull it down.

However, the next second, he felt that he couldn't button it up no matter what.

"Actually, I think he's right. After all, if you don't even have the courage to face me directly, the end result of going out to sea is just feeding the fish."

Kevin pressed his finger against the trigger and snapped his wrist with a backhand.

"ah!!!"

The screams abruptly silenced the arrogant laughter in the tavern.

The next moment, voices of fear and anger rose and fell.

"They're the executioners!"

"That bastard didn't leave?!"

"He lied to us! Run!"

……

A young pirate wearing a bandana pulled out a pistol: "He's alone, what's there to be afraid of? Focus fire and take him down..."

Before he could finish speaking, a middle-aged man slapped him on the back of the head: "Run, kid, want to die?"

The next moment, some people in the tavern actually turned around and fired after hearing this.

The tavern was filled with the smell of gunpowder from lead bullets, but not a single one hit its mark.

Using his Observation Haki, Kevin detected the aura of every attack. The prison's unique perspective, showing the sin value decreasing from high to low, greatly excited him.

Before leaving, the news was spread, and after the warships set sail, they turned back to sweep through several large islands in the western sea. This was all because Rem was willing to arrange it.

"Bang."

He grabbed the man's face with one hand, slammed him to the ground, and caused his head to crack and he died.

"Whoosh."

The Navy's Six Styles technique, Shave, is very simple for Kevin now, so simple that he can precisely control his speed and change of direction.

The next moment, Kevin appeared behind a middle-aged pirate with a sin value of 560.

"Three years ago, we looted an entire village, and more than a dozen young men who resisted were tortured and killed. I've tried to find you several times in the past two years, but you've always managed to avoid me."

"Now that you've jumped out, do you think even bandits want to change professions? For someone like you, death won't be the end; suffering will be."

Before he could finish speaking, a slap lashed out, twisting his head and shattering his entire spine.

Soon, one by one, those with high sin values ​​were caught up and killed in one blow.

All the frantic counterattacks with guns or knives were in vain, and some even had their wrists broken and their heads severed with knives.

The fresh blood ignited the fear of all pirates. For more than two years, especially in the last six months, this bastard has become stronger and stronger, like a monster!

But why would such a monster remain in the West Blue? Wasn't it supposed to have gone to the Grand Line?

A minute later, nearly 90% of the young people in the tavern, who had been blinded by the treasure, were terrified and fled, thanks to Kevin's deliberate actions.

The other 10%, those who were originally mountain bandits, gangsters, and Black Hand Hall apprentices, were all killed and had their souls extracted.

……

Two days later, the three largest pirate strongholds in the West Blue became a no-go zone for pirates.

Because nobody knows if that bastard will suddenly pull another stunt one day.

The brutal massacres two days ago terrified many young people in the West Sea who were originally blinded by greed for treasure.

As is customary, the 80th Branch of the West Blue concluded its operations by using the heads of pirates with bounties as compensation for the civilians who suffered losses. Any surplus was distributed as bounties, a rule established by Lomi in the West Blue.

……

I'm begging you to read this! I'm begging you to read this! I'm begging you to read this! Please, everyone!

(End of this chapter)