Pirate: I'm an admiral now, what's wrong with taking a little extra money?

"This rich flavor, paired with this cool sea breeze...it's truly delightful! Kane, you're a genius!"

"That's natural."

Kane picked up a rice cracker, took a bite with a "crunch," and his expression turned serious.

"Borsalino, you need to understand that the salary the World Government pays us only buys our time, not our lives."

"Since it's about buying time, then as long as we're at our posts during working hours, we've already fulfilled the contract. As for risking our lives?"

Kane chuckled, flicked his cigarette ash, and his eyes became deep and sharp:

"That's a different price!"

Boom!

A thunderclap resounded in Borsalino's mind.

His sunglasses had slipped down a little, revealing his signature dead fish eyes, which were now wide open, as if they had opened the door to a new world.

"Another... price?"

"That's right!"

Kane pressed his advantage, continuing to instill this "toxic workplace wisdom" from another dimension.

"A few hundred Berries a month? Why are you risking your life? That's for the generals and marshals to worry about. We just need to do what's right in line with our pay."

"If the salary is right, Roger will work himself to the bone; if the salary is insufficient, then health is the best policy!"

Borsalino was completely stunned.

The teacup stopped at his lips, the steam from the tea fogging his sunglasses and blurring his vision.

In the past, when he was lazy, he would feel a little guilty, wondering if he was being too negative and if he was letting down the "justice" behind it.

until today.

Kane's words, though seemingly blasphemous, upon closer examination...

This is absolutely the truth!

"Found it inside the temple~ (So that's how it is)"

Borsalino nodded slowly, the curve of his lips gradually widening until it became an extremely lewd yet joyful smile.

It was a smile that came from finding one's direction in life.

"Kane, you're a true philosopher! I've got it now!"

He raised his teacup and clinked it against Kane's, making a crisp sound.

[Ding! The worldview of a future general has been deeply distorted, and the core ideology of "slacking off" has been successfully implanted!]

[Judgment: Extremely disruptive! This move will result in the Navy losing a passionate admiral and gaining a mere attendance machine!]

[Disciplinary Value +2000!]

Chapter 13 "Justice Descends from Heaven!" A World Where Only the General Is Wounded

Kane stared at the numbers on the system panel, a wide grin spreading across his face.

This is a huge profit!

The two exchanged a smile, feeling as if they were kindred spirits who had met too late, and continued to enjoy this hard-won afternoon tea time in the sea breeze.

Time passed second by second.

The sea breeze suddenly stopped, and the air became unusually hot and stuffy, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Under the two parasols, the two figures continued to chat and laugh, showing no intention of moving.

until--

That familiar, imposing footstep came from the shore.

"Tap, tap, tap."

Zefa, his face dark, wearing a coat of justice, trudged heavily up the gangway.

After finishing his official business, he made a special trip to inspect the area ahead of schedule.

I had expected to see two students, exhausted like dogs, scrubbing the deck with sweat pouring down their faces, or at least showing some remorse.

As soon as he stepped onto the deck, the sight that greeted him nearly gave him a stroke.

He saw the two conspicuous parasols.

I saw wisps of smoke rising.

I could also smell the familiar scent of cigars with their unique pine aroma, as well as the fragrance of expensive black tea.

Those are his specially supplied cigars!

That was a bottle of black tea he had treasured for half a year, one he couldn't bear to finish!

crunch--

The veins on Zefa's forehead bulged instantly.

"Kain!!"

"Borusalino—!!"

The roar, carrying an air of dominance, caused the entire warship to tremble slightly.

"To!"

"Here!"

Two figures instantly sprang from the recliners, stood at attention, and moved in perfect unison.

Zefa strode over, his gaze sharp as a knife, sweeping over the two men's uniforms, which were so dry they weren't even sweaty, before finally settling on the mop that wasn't even wet.

"Is this all the result of your afternoon of grinding?"

Zefa pointed to the deck covered in dust and bird droppings, and laughed in exasperation:

"The clothes are dry, the mop is dry. And they're still drinking my tea and smoking my cigar!!"

"Good, very good! You have a lot of guts!"

boom!

Zephyr's famous "black arm" hardened instantly, and the surrounding air seemed to tremble.

"If you don't want to grind, then don't. I'll throw you two into the sea right now so you can learn from the sea kings what diligence really means!"

Faced with the enraged general, Borsalino's eyes narrowed slightly behind his sunglasses, and his body tensed instinctively. He was about to say something like, "How scary, Professor Zeff is really angry," but Kane beat him to it.

"Reporting, teacher!"

Kane suddenly shouted, his face showing no fear, but rather a confident air of being in control of the situation.

"The deck cleaning is all set, just one last step! It's not that we're being lazy, we're just waiting for the right opportunity!"

"The final step? The timing?"

Zefa sneered, his fist radiating even more domineering power, clearly on the verge of exploding.

"Are you just bragging?"

Kane didn't say anything.

He simply raised his wrist slowly, glanced at the time on his watch, and his confident demeanor made Zephyr pause for a moment, causing him to hesitate slightly as he threw a punch.

Kane watched the second hand tick.

Her lips parted slightly, and she began to count down:

"3."

"2."

"1."

As the last number fell, Kane flicked his finger downwards.

"Justice will prevail!"

Boom! ...

The moment the words left his mouth, a blinding bolt of lightning tore through the sky, illuminating the harbor in a ghastly white light.

Immediately afterwards, a belated clap of thunder exploded, deafeningly loud.

Zefa subconsciously looked up at the sky.

Before he could react, the cumulonimbus clouds that had been building up all afternoon finally collapsed.

"Splash splash splash splash—!!"

Large raindrops began to fall like machine gun fire, as if the Milky Way were pouring down from above!

The moment the thunder roared, Kane and Borsalino, who were prepared, took a step back in perfect unison, precisely hiding under the two enormous parasols.

Crackling sounds!

The rain poured down and the wind howled.

Rainwater lashed the deck like a high-pressure water gun, accompanied by a gale, instantly engulfing every corner of the warship.

The sea wind howled, whipping up waves several meters high that crashed against the ship's side, merging with the torrential rain from the sky to form a powerful natural torrent.

The dust, grime, and bird droppings on the deck crumbled instantly under the force of nature, coalescing into turbid water that rushed out through the drains on both sides of the ship.

Only a dozen seconds passed.

The deck, which was originally gray and dull, has now been washed until it shines brightly, and you can even see your reflection in it.

It's so much cleaner than manual washing!

And Zephyr...

He stood in the pouring rain, with no shelter, letting the rain soak his short purple hair and slide down his resolute face.

His coat was soaked through and clung tightly to his body, making him look somewhat disheveled.