I guarded Impel Down for a hundred years in the pirate world.

As they arrived at the coast, a vast sea of ​​lights came into view. Duowuna and her two companions stopped on the beach, and the crowd also stopped some distance away.

"Lieutenant General Duowuna, these people..."

"Lord Figo had anticipated this, and he said he didn't mind having a few more people to greet him."

Is that so?

"As expected of Lord Figo."

The brief conversation was caught by several powerful figures in the crowd. They frowned slightly, then suddenly sensed something and turned to look behind them.

“Those are… Lord Ipolito and Lord Urik…”

The crowd quickly parted to let the two pass through. Three navy officers greeted them, and Doowena said, "Lord Figo only said he would arrive today, but the exact time is uncertain. There's no need for you two to wait here with us."

“It’s alright. The King of the Stars and my fellow race in the Stars are allies. It is thanks to him that my race defeated the Celestial Dragons and avenged them from thousands of years of oppression. Even if it’s just for this reason, it is only right that I wait a little longer,” said Uriel, the Three-Eyed King.

“I also have to thank him for not killing Barodal, but simply handing him over to the Lightbringers,” Ipolito said calmly.

Doouna already knew what had happened on Doflamingo's side, but she didn't offer any further explanation. As if she hadn't heard the dissatisfaction in Ippolito's words, she nodded and remained silent—whether to explain or not, and what to do, was up to Figo.

As the two arrived, the small murmurs among the crowd that followed completely disappeared, until another figure walked in from afar.

He was about 10 meters tall, with messy hair and beard, extremely thick body hair, and muscles that were exaggeratedly strong.

"The Marshal has come too!"

He is Marshal of the Light Army, one of the highest-ranking members of the human race, and Nasr Papa, the barbarian king!

This is not the end.

Duchess Bambri, the Long-Legged Tribe!

Duke Cassius of the Demon Clan!

Duke Evan of the Human Race!

One after another, six legendary powerhouses, who usually lived in seclusion or spent most of their time at sea, gathered on the shore. None of them released their aura, but their individual presence alone made some of the onlookers feel breathless.

Monger's heart pounded with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. Was this a mission to intimidate the King of the Stars and tell him that our Mars was more powerful than all the other stars combined?

Suddenly, the crowd surged again. Munger thought another important person had arrived, but when he turned around, he was shocked to see a huge skeleton being escorted by several people walking towards them.

To my surprise... the Emperor himself has come!

As he arrived, the aura and oppressive force brought by the six dukes seemed to dissipate like a spring breeze, and people bowed their heads in greeting to show their respect.

"His Excellency Gaston Figo has arrived."

The giant skull's words subconsciously drew the crowd's attention back to the vast sea of ​​lights.

At the far horizon, a figure was walking on the sea, covering a hundred meters in the blink of an eye, its form gradually growing larger.

Munger immediately stood on tiptoe and opened his eyes wide.

He was a man about six meters tall, with a straight posture and handsome appearance, but apart from that... he seemed rather ordinary.

Is this the King of the Stars?

He didn't have any superhuman strength or exaggerated muscles, nor did he exude a ferocious aura. Instead, he carried a plain-looking waterproof bag that was filled to the brim on his shoulder in a strange way.

Do they look like workers bringing local specialties into the city?

But for some reason, as Munger looked at it, he found himself unable to look away!

The approaching figure, in a daze, seemed to transform into a dazzling sun, its light radiant, like a unique deity!

Ipolito narrowed his eyes, recalling Barodal's account that Figo, without breaking through the power limit of the Flaming Light, had almost defeated him with a single punch, and a slight solemn expression appeared on his face.

After glancing at it a few times, Urik sighed inwardly and closed the third eye on his forehead.

Bambri's two long legs shifted slightly from an outward-pointing to an inward-pointing stance as she subconsciously became alert and defensive.

Cassius, Euan, and Papa also had their own fluctuations in reaction.

This man is so powerful that if he has even the slightest unusual thought, the Mind Network will desperately issue a fatal warning!

As expected... six lamps were lit?

In the blink of an eye, Figo was almost at the shore.

All three naval commanders were excited and called out, "Lord Figo!"

"You've worked hard." Figo nodded slightly, looking at the giant skeleton that had stepped out from the crowd.

“Lord Gaston Figo, I have long admired your name. Welcome to the Star of Light, to the human kingdom of Capri.” The Skeleton Emperor said, extending a large skeletal hand to Figo.

Figo also extended his right arm, which rapidly expanded as it moved forward, transforming into a giant arm no smaller than that of the Skeleton King.

"Hello, Your Excellency the Skeleton Emperor, thank you all for your warm welcome."

Two large hands clasped together!

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, the King of the Stars and the emperors of the various races of the Starry Sky completed their first meeting!

Chapter 309 The Reason

"It seems Lord Gaston Figo has had quite a haul on his journey." The Skeleton Emperor separated the two large hands that had been clasped together, looking at the bag Figo was carrying in his other hand.

“Good luck.” Figo’s arm returned to normal, and he handed the bag to Dooyuna: “Just call me Figo, the Skeleton Emperor.”

“Then you can just call me Bareru,” said the Skeleton Emperor.

“I’ve long heard that the King of the Stars possesses the bloodlines of almost every race, including the merfolk. Even if we are excellent swimmers, we wouldn’t dare to fight those level-five sea beasts in the water. But for you, the vast Sea of ​​Lights is probably just like a warehouse of lights, right?” Bambri interjected with a smile, “It’s truly enviable.”

She also extended her hand to Figo: "I am the Longlegs Duke, Bambri."

Figo also extended his hand: "Figo."

Next, one by one, the dukes of Capri introduced themselves to Figo. Apart from the Skeleton Emperor, there were nine dukes in Capri who held the title of duke and had a powerful force here. Six of them had gathered here this time.

Finally, it was King Ipolito of the Lunaria tribe who reached out to Figo. He smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "The King of the Stars should have heard of me long ago. I was truly rude for what happened before."

"No, it was my rudeness. I formed the merchant group on a whim and forgot to inform everyone. Ming-ge didn't know I was coming either, which caused some misunderstanding."

"No, I've been reflecting on this these past few days. My life has been too comfortable these past few years, and I've become somewhat blinded by greed and power. Perhaps hitting a wall is a good thing. Hitting a wall with you is better than carelessly falling into a demon's trap."

Ippolito's apology was very sincere, even though he felt somewhat uncomfortable. He needed to let this matter drop as much as possible, otherwise he would always feel a sense of guilt when facing Figo in the future, which would be even more difficult.

Figo laughed and said, "I understand. When rules are established, it means that breaking the rules will bring the most benefits. Even now, in Qinghai, pirates still occasionally show up because taking a risk once can bring rewards that one could never obtain by being honest for a lifetime. This is determined by human nature."

What do you mean? Are you comparing me to those insignificant criminals who don't care about tomorrow?

Ipolito fell silent for a moment, while Urik laughed and said, "As expected of the King of the Stars, he can casually utter such profound words. That makes sense. The methods to get rich are probably all clearly written in the laws of Capri."

He looked up at the Skeleton Emperor: "Your Majesty, this can be considered your oversight."

The giant skeleton shook its head and laughed.

Following suit, the others laughed loudly and smiled slightly, and Figo responded with a smile.

The atmosphere seemed perfectly harmonious, but all eight of them knew that there was still a barrier and a sense of defensiveness between them as they tested each other's temperaments.

The Kings of the Stars also formed a simple initial impression of Figo—powerful, wise, and strong-willed, yet he was reasonably polite and respectful to them, seemingly not considering taking over the power of the Stars just because of his title as King of the Stars.

The onlookers, watching from afar, only saw Figo, the King of the Stars who had only existed in legends, surrounded by a group of dukes and even emperors, talking eloquently and responding to each one, as if he were the center of attention and the protagonist. The temperament and demeanor he displayed truly gave off an extraordinary feeling.

Monger bit his lip, still feeling a little disappointed—the version the young man had hoped to see was that the Star King, who had descended upon the Star of Light, was arrogant and presumptuous because of his status, and was severely warned by the dukes and the emperor, and had to keep his tail between his legs...

The flames in the Skeleton Emperor's pupils flickered slightly as he said, "Figo, let's go to the Albita Palace first, then we can continue our conversation."

“Okay.” Figo nodded. “Take these lamp wicks back with you, Doojuna.”

"Yes!" Doowuna replied.

As the Skeleton Emperor traversed the streets of the capital, Figo walked beside him, while the six dukes lagged slightly behind, attracting even more attention.

Who is that?

'King of the Stars?!'

'Is he the King of the Stars?'

'It doesn't seem like anything special.'

'He really came. Should we prepare to wage war against the demons again?'

'It's hard to say. Although the Holy Demon Clan has split off, if we really go to war with the Demon Clan, the Holy Demon King might very well intervene...'

'No way, which race hasn't that old guy intermarried with over the years? He's practically become the son-in-law of every race…'

'Damn it! I'm so envious!'

Amidst various discussions, Figo followed the Skeleton Emperor to the Albita Palace.

Perhaps because the Skeleton Emperor's throne was in the main hall, he led Figo to a meeting room where eight people sat around a round table, without any distinction of rank or order.

After everyone was seated, the Skeleton Emperor asked, "Figo, how long have you been inside the Lightfire Star?"

"Not long, exactly one month."

"Is that so? It seems your arrival location is on Wind Ring Island in the Hilo Sea." The Skeleton Emperor didn't mince words about their investigation. His skull smirked slightly, as if he were laughing: "So, what are your impressions of Lampfire Star over the past month?"

"Well, to be honest, it's not good."

Figo replied.

No one in the room showed any unusual reaction, except for Ippolito, whose eyes deepened slightly, because he knew that he had played a part in this unfortunate situation.

“I had only been here a short time when I sold an angelic lamp wick, and the Serau Merchant Guild sent people to capture me and make me a lamp-fishing slave,” Figo continued.

"If I were really just an angel who lights two lamps, I'd probably be working day and night in the Serau Merchant Guild by now."

Once I establish a merchant guild and engage in activities that do not violate the law, the first reaction of the surrounding merchant guilds will not be to compete with us, but to use force to attack us by contacting pirates.

Similarly, if it weren't for me, many more people would have died or been injured, and the Lynch Merchant Guild would have been wiped out.

He shook his head: "Although breaking the rules can bring the greatest benefits, most people want to solve problems by breaking the rules when they encounter situations, which can only mean that there is a problem with the overall environment."

I see no trace of the ancestors who fought and battled on the high seas for seven thousand years, resisting the demons' hunt and preserving the human race's flame. If the demons were to attack humanity again, could these people unite to resist? I doubt it, so I'm somewhat disappointed.

After pausing for a few seconds, he smiled again: "Of course, I had guessed that there might be some deeper reasons for this change. After seeing you and everyone else, I am even more certain of this guess."

Could you please enlighten me? Why is the order at sea left to this extent?

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you. You truly deserve to be called the King of the Stars," Bambri laughed.

Barbarian King Papa then spoke in a deep voice: "There are two reasons, which only a few people know. One is to cooperate with the Holy Demon King. According to our speculation, there is roughly a 50% chance that the split of the demon race is self-directed and self-acted, a performance."