Pirates: Your emperor has returned!

With a line as the dividing point, Drum Island is divided in two!

……

It has been said that the most skilled swordsmen possess the ability to cut through the ocean.

It has been witnessed that a terrifying Logia-type Devil Fruit user froze an endless ocean.

As a member of CP0, Black Mask has also witnessed such a spectacular scene firsthand.

In his mind—and in the minds of most people—the battles of the so-called strong should be earth-shattering, like the end of the world!

Black Mask has always believed this.

But today, the emperor from eight hundred years ago seems to have given a different answer.

“Powerful” is not the same as “impressive”.

Just like a sharp knife, even if the blade is only a thin layer, it has already fulfilled all its functions as a blade when it actually penetrates the human body.

Ryan Rowan's move was exactly like that.

That was a line, and also a blade that ran across Drum Island!

As the spear spun around, the line followed the spear tip and spun around as well.

The blade sliced ​​through the air.

Lines move, forming surfaces!

The "face" divides the magnetic drum island into two halves, left and right.

However, that "face" was too sharp, so that the entire Drum Island was only cut open with a single slit.

You can't cut water with a knife; you can't kill a mountain by stabbing it with a dagger.

For "nature" itself, that crack can be repaired in just a few seconds.

But this is not the case for "people".

After confirming that there were no unrelated lives in front of or behind him, Rowan turned the thread in his hand.

Swish!

The line sliced ​​through the air, across the surging white waves, and across the body of the CP0 member.

In an instant, everything seemed to quiet down; time continued to flow, but space seemed to stand still.

It was very quiet, without any earth-shattering noise, and not even one of the residents of Drum Island noticed it; the quiet was chilling.

The man in the black mask swallowed hard, his pupils contracting as he stared intently at the scene.

The impulsive CP0, while still moving forward, remained frozen in place.

He stared wide-eyed, suddenly feeling a strange sensation.

He felt a line running down the middle of his body, and that line gave him a burning sensation.

boom!

The white giant wave collapsed with a roar, but lost its forward momentum due to the stagnation, and instead surged to the left and right sides, and soon came to a complete stop.

The CP0 officer tried to move his body, but suddenly felt that the gaze of his two eyes shifted, one up and one down.

"Hey?"

He let out a questioning sound.

Then, he completely lost consciousness.

Thud, thud—two sounds of things hitting the ground, one on the left and one on the right.

split into two.

Black Mask, also a member of CP0, watched this scene and his breathing became heavy.

Rowan turned his head, expressionless, and slowly said:

"It will be like this when there is no one else behind me."

Swish!

Upon hearing this, Black Mask immediately broke out in a cold sweat, his hair stood on end, and he roared at the people around him:

"withdraw!"

As expected of the World Government, the CP organization acted remarkably swiftly.

In the blink of an eye, it vanished without a trace.

Rowan waved to Hiruluk and Kureha at the edge of the dense forest, then turned and headed toward the main peak of Drum Island.

His lazy leisure time was over; he now needed to handle the tasks himself.

……

the next day..

Drum Island, pier.

A large sailboat was moored there, with a distinctive flag flying on it.

The design features a blue base with geometric patterns in the shape of inverted spears, as well as patterns of waves and storms.

That's the flag of the Four Seas Alliance, originally designed by Nefertari and everyone else.

Rowan stood on the dock, gazing at the ship bearing the name of the Four Seas Alliance.

That was the first ship representing the Four Seas Alliance.

"The wind is picking up."

A corner of the Roman ribbon was lifted by the sea breeze.

He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice to the people behind him:

"Sail!"

[Chapter Forty-Seven: Safe Methods]

The first large merchant ship of the Four Seas Alliance has officially set sail.

On this special day, King Wapol of the Drum Kingdom was nowhere to be found.

Along with him disappeared his two ministers, Jess and Cromarimon, along with numerous guards.

When Crocodile asked about it, Dalton couldn't help but facepalm, wishing he could disappear into a hole in the ground.

"They escaped in a submarine..."

Dalton frowned and replied, "A king of a nation, out of fear, has gone to sea to become a pirate!"

"Hehehe, this is really interesting."

Crocodile glanced at Rowan beside him. "Hey, the king's gone. Who are you going to ally with now?"

"I'm not going to form an alliance with a big mouth."

Rowan replied with a smile, clearly in a good mood, "The Four Seas Alliance has the Drum Kingdom itself, that's enough. Does it matter who the king is?"

Nearby, a resident of Drum Island chimed in, "That's right! Wapol isn't a king at all. Why don't we let Dalton be the king instead!"

As soon as he said this, even more people began to echo his sentiments.

"I trust Dalton to be king!"

"I agree!"

"Dalton, don't refuse!"

"..."

They had suffered under Wapol's rule for a long time and longed for the peaceful and stable Drum Kingdom under the old king.

On Drum Island today, only Dolton can lead the country like the old king did.

Dalton waved his hands repeatedly, but he couldn't refuse at all, and finally could only nod in agreement reluctantly.

After all, the Drum Kingdom has just established a fixed shipping route with Alabasta, and trade between caravans and academic institutions will be extremely frequent.

Without a leader, even if Luo Wen himself did not intend this, the people of the Drum Kingdom would not be able to stand on a relatively equal footing within the Four Seas Alliance.

This is Dalton's responsibility as captain of the Drum Kingdom's guard.

"Understood, then leave it to me for now."

Dalton nodded to the surrounding residents, which was met with cheers.

Meanwhile, some people from the Drum Kingdom had already prepared to board the ship.

A small portion of them were merchants and soldiers, but the vast majority were elites in the field of medical research.

Led by Dr. Kureha, these people will be among the first users of the fixed route, traveling to Alabasta with Rowan and others.

This even included the quack doctor Hiruluk.

Kureha pulled Hiruluk aside and whispered, "Hey, you quack, sea voyages are exhausting!"

Hiluluk laughed and waved his hand, saying, "It's alright, it's not like I've never been to sea before."

"Don't joke around, you know perfectly well that's not what I meant!"

Kureha's face darkened, and she said seriously, "Can your body... still take it?"

With her superb medical skills, she already knew that Hiruluk was terminally ill. The so-called "healing by the miraculous cherry blossoms" was just a "miracle," and such a miracle would never happen a second time.

In other words, Hiluluk is still suffering from a terminal illness, and it is unknown when it will recur!

This man could not have died peacefully.

But Hiluluk remained relaxed and indifferent upon hearing this.

"Kureha, compared to any of those weird terminal illnesses, I'd much rather create a miracle cure that can cure all diseases!"

He looked at Kureha and grinned, "So, let me try my best!"

"Tsk, whatever, just don't die at sea..."

Kureha's eyes showed a hint of worry, but she still cursed a few times as usual.