After retiring from the Navy, I became a doting husband.

That's right, this Mr. Ma is Martin.

Next, he plans to meet a distinguished guest, for whom he has been preparing for several years.

Martin tidied up, closed the door, and went to the most remote small port, where he saw a large ship docked, flying the flag of the Kuja Pirates.

Introduced by the bald man, the two boarded the ship, where they discovered a cobra-like figure!

She was over four meters tall, with long, curly, yellowish-brown hair, and an extremely obese body, resembling a small mountain of flesh. She would occasionally flick her tongue, which was quite frightening.

A very strong aura!

This snake-woman is named Boa Marigold!

The third sister of Boa Hancock, the most beautiful woman in human history!

It is the King Cobra form of the Snake-Snake Fruit!

A strange commotion broke out among the crowd at the back of the street:

"Wow! So beautiful!"

"I've never seen such a beautiful woman! I feel like my heart is going to jump out of my chest!"

"Oh my god, I'd be willing to lick her shoes every day!"

"I'm going back to divorce my wife right away! I feel like I've found true love!"

"You're just lusting after her body, aren't you!"

"She, she is Boa Hancock! One of the Seven Warlords of the Sea!"

.........

Martin and his two companions saw the crowd behind them part to form a passage, and then a tall, beautiful woman in a purple cheongsam appeared.

She had long, flowing hair in a Hime style, wore a pair of golden snake-shaped earrings, and her deep blue eyes sparkled with a captivating light. Her exquisite features were flawless, and her fair skin with a rosy glow made her curvaceous figure even more perfect.

She was like a radiant sun, inspiring worship in men and shame in women, yet she possessed an aloof arrogance that kept everyone at arm's length, as if all living beings were nothing more than loyal playthings groveling at her feet.

Empress of Amazon Lily—Boa Hancock!

"Little sister! What's wrong?"

She walked gracefully, her cheongsam, slit up to her thighs, swaying gently, unable to conceal her long, straight legs that gleamed like ivory.

Although countless eyes were on her at that moment, her gaze was fixed solely on the cobra woman.

It was as if everything around her didn't exist, and wasn't worth her attention at all.

Boa Hancock had been looking down on everything here, but when she saw Martin, her eyes flickered.

She immediately spotted a figure in the crowd who seemed like a saint.

While others were captivated by her charm, this woman stood motionless in the crowd.

Of course, she wouldn't mind testing her charm.

The sweet fruit can charm people of all ages and genders.

She didn't think young Martin could withstand it!

"Excuse me, sir/madam, is this a business that specializes in selling barbecue?"

Hancock spoke pitifully, and to solidify her victory, she even winked at Martin after she finished speaking.

For a moment, Martin had the illusion of springtime, a feeling of warmth spreading through his heart, and his blood began to rush inexplicably.

But he quickly regained his composure.

In just one second, he restored everything in his body to normal.

He had just finished his business that morning.

"Hancock, want to eat some sea king meat together?"

He replied cheerfully, "Sorry, there's no share for you today."

If Hancock hadn't used this tactic and had instead asked for it normally, he might have given it to her, but now...

His refusal startled Hancock, who then stammered, "Not for me?!"

The people around them, affected by the fruit's power, were almost petrified, their hearts pounding.

Faced with this overwhelming crowd, Martin couldn't help but marvel at the power of the Sweet Fruit.

It's clear that a bloody battle is inevitable tonight.

He immediately dropped the meat knife, wiped his hands, took off his apron to reveal his well-developed muscles, and then stepped forward to put his arm around the queen's waist.

"It's God!"

"It's the divine being, Martin!"

"Greetings, deity."

Then everyone realized that they had met the legendary god, and they all knelt down to pay their respects.

The next day, God-King Martin sat in the main seat, with the people who had been appointed gods sitting below him. In addition to the original crew members, there were several new characters. One of them, who was slightly chubby and always had his eyes closed, was the blind god, Smile. Martin had found him after establishing the Temple of Good and Evil. His strength was undeniable. After several years of training in the New World, his strength was definitely that of a general.

The number of others who were appointed as divine generals is countless. In recent years, the Temple of Good and Evil has almost melted down the talents on the sea, and people with potential have joined the Temple of Good and Evil one after another.

On the one hand, after a long period of turmoil, people hoped for a stable environment; on the other hand, there was the system of the Temple of Good and Evil.

First and foremost is the economy. Money is the foundation of everything, so the Temple of Good and Evil ventures into any profitable industry. For example, in manufacturing, with the Devil Fruit powers of its factories and the presence of scientist Caesar, the Temple of Good and Evil has achieved automated production while others are still engaged in manual labor. Another example is the service industry. To align with the Temple of Good and Evil's philosophy, Martin has trained a large number of doctors, chefs, and even more combat personnel.

If you are sick, you can go to the temple to buy medicine. It is cheap, delicious and hygienic there, and sometimes it is even free. The same applies to illness. The temple has the best doctors and the best medicine. It doesn't matter if you don't have money.

If you're worried about safety at sea while doing business, you can contact the temple. They have the most powerful guards, and the temple is a global force. Few dare to take action once their flag is planted on a ship. Most importantly, if you hire the temple, they will compensate you according to the selling price, not the factory price, if your goods are intercepted. In fact, cargo owners would be happy to be robbed.

Besides these, there are many more, such as arms, medicine, training, etc. The temple is involved in anything that can make money, and it does it very professionally.

Besides its strong economy, the temple also excels in publicity, or advertising. People in the One Piece world learn about the world not only through newspapers but also through hearsay, and occasionally through live broadcasts hosted by the World Government and other nations.

Based on the characteristics of Den Den Mushi (snail telephones), the temple developed many more varieties, such as radio Den Den Mushi, television Den Den Mushi, projection Den Den Mushi, and video Den Den Mushi, which became very popular with people all over the world. Besides making money from selling these products, they also broadcast advertisements, constantly promoting the temple, and of course, they accepted advertisements from clients. The World Government was naturally unhappy with what the temple was doing, but they couldn't do anything about it, and the temple didn't speak ill of the World Government… The World Government could only console themselves.

Finally, and most importantly, is the temple's trump card: its talent development system. The temple takes in all sorts of orphans; anyone homeless will be taken in. There's also its talent training program. Want to become strong? Go to the temple. Want to protect your family? Go to the temple. Want to avoid being bullied? Go to the temple…

This is the most important advertising slogan, meaning that whatever you want to do, go to the temple. The temple's training is free; there you can systematically learn how to cultivate and how to become stronger, and the temple doesn't require you to join or make any other contributions.

Of course, Martin wasn't that naive. They would discover talent and potential during training and eventually guide them to join the temple. Local training was the most basic; to truly become stronger, one needed further education. Once someone started to become stronger, they would never want to become even stronger.

Of course, one must pass an examination to join the temple. The more powerful the temple is, the more agents and people with ulterior motives it will have. Naturally, the temple will not accept people with ideological problems.

The audit takes place on Jaya Island, and the examiner is Enel. His mind-reading ability will expose a person's most important secrets. Because of the cat, the temple has not been infiltrated so far.

Those who pass the final judgment will naturally become loyal supporters and believers of the temple if they live and study on Gaya Island for a period of time. Advanced ideas are the most terrifying weapon.

When Martin held the conference on Gaya Island, organizations around the world were no longer calm. Their income and sphere of influence had shrunk drastically in the previous years, and they had reached a critical moment of life and death. If they hadn't had a strong foundation, they would have gone bankrupt.

After much effort, led by the World Government, all parties finally reached an agreement to hold a meeting in the Sabaody Archipelago.

The Sabaody Archipelago is unusually lively these days, especially in World Government areas 60 to 69, where all sorts of giant ships that are rarely seen before are lined up in a long, dense queue, as if they had agreed to hold an exhibition together.

……

"Welcome everyone. I am Spandam, the intelligence officer of the World Government."

"I don't want to know who you are, I just want to know what your world government plans to do."

"Loan shark king Lufeld, don't be impatient. We have the same goal. Our World Government and you two used to get along peacefully." Spandam wasn't annoyed by the interruption; instead, he smiled and said.

Luffield took a few deep drags on his cigar and sat down. How could he not be anxious?

His main business is loan sharking, lending not only to individuals but also to various forces. The more chaotic the world is, the more money he can make. Now that the Temple of Good and Evil has made things more stable, there are fewer people who need loans and his business can't operate.

The others were the same, each showing a melancholy expression.

The news agency's director, Morgans, was even more distressed. If Luffield's income had only decreased, he would be losing money. He not only had to support a large number of reporters, editors, and other staff, but also thousands of delivery gulls, making the expenses enormous.

Ever since the Temple of Good and Evil introduced radio and television phone telephones, its newspapers have become completely ignored. The price has been lowered again and again, but still no one buys them; now, printing one newspaper results in a loss of one dollar. Fine, I won't sell newspapers anymore, but I'll sell intelligence! This damned Temple won't even let intelligence go; it's impossible for them to survive here.

Shipping King Yumit, Warehouse Industry Leader Gibson, Funeral Parlor Tycoon Draco Parklo, Pleasure Street Queen Stussy, Organ Trafficker Gigira – these are all underworld giants.

Especially the organ trafficker, Gigurrah, was in unbearable pain. The Temple of Good and Evil not only took away his business but also wanted his life. Originally, there were many homeless people and orphans in the world, and it wouldn't have been difficult for them to get any organs they wanted. But after the Temple of Good and Evil came along, the homeless people disappeared, and the orphans disappeared.

What's even more terrifying is that he's been blacklisted by the Temple of Good and Evil, and various assassination attempts and open attacks are constantly looming over him.

Besides the World Government and the giants of the underworld, there were many other people present, Stussy, the Queen of the Pleasure District, kept observing. Having been an agent of the World Government herself, she had seen countless people and recognized most of them instantly, except for one young man shrouded in a cloak whom she didn't recognize.

"Alright! Enough with the nonsense. This matter concerns the survival of your forces. I hope you will not spread this information. If anyone leaks the news, we will destroy them together. How about that!" Spandam said solemnly, his expression changing.

"no problem!"

"That's exactly right!"

"agree!"

"Anyone who dares to leak this out is going against me!"

.....................

All parties voiced their agreement, having already known the main topic of the meeting beforehand: to destroy the Temple of Good and Evil for survival.

“Very good. On behalf of the World Government, I would like to state that during this period, the World Government will not make things difficult for any of the forces, nor will the Navy make things difficult for any of your forces. Moreover, we will provide them with great convenience.” Spandam was also excited to hear the statements from all sides. Such an important operation was actually being led by him.

"What commitments do we want from your world government? I want to see your actions. We need results."

"Exactly, did your world government dare to make things difficult for us before?"

Because of Spandam's words, the venue instantly became bustling and resembled a vegetable market.

Spandam broke out in a cold sweat, fearing that if these people got excited, they might attack him, which would be the end of him. The World Government couldn't afford to offend them for his sake.

"Everyone, please be quiet. Our World Government has already made a decision on this matter. We will send 100,000 troops, led by a general. These soldiers are all elite troops."

The venue fell silent instantly. The World Government was really going all out with 100,000 elite troops! There were representatives from all sides present, but they were all in elite mode. There weren't many soldiers present. Not only were there 100,000 elite troops, but they were also led by an admiral. The thought of an admiral immediately brought to mind the three admirals of the Navy.

"Spandam, do you think we're so easy to fool? You have elite troops, you have great generals, but what if those people are just sent to their deaths? We'll be completely screwed over."

Hearing this man's words, everyone looked over curiously. They had only thought of the grand scale of 100,000 elite troops and hadn't considered this aspect. They were immediately terrified and broke out in a cold sweat. They had been sold out and were still helping the other party count the money.

However, none of the people present recognized who this person was; they only knew that he was very old and should still be a teenager.

"Don't worry about that. The soldiers sent by the World Government are definitely elite troops, and the admiral is definitely a real admiral. Let me give you a heads-up: the admiral is Akainu of the Navy, and these 100,000 elite troops were personally trained by him and selected from 500,000 people," Spandam said confidently.

“Akainu was selected from 500,000, and was personally trained by an admiral.”

Those present were once again shocked; even the person who had just spoken was trembling violently.