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

Kane listened quietly to the Five Elders vying for favor without any scruples on the Den Den Mushi.

"Get the champagne chilled; I'll be there soon."

His tone was calm, without any unnecessary words.

Press with your thumb.

"Snapped".

The phone hangs up.

The wind has died down in Marineford's inner bay.

The burly man from the Warring States period swayed, ultimately losing his balance and collapsing slumped into the pile of rubble.

The coat that symbolized justice was covered in dust.

Those eyes that had witnessed Roger's era and commanded countless Buster Calls were now empty.

His lifelong beliefs were shattered by this phone call that lasted less than a minute.

Now that the cards have been played, there's no need to continue the charade.

Kane ignored the distraught Sengoku and turned to face the live video feed of the Den Den Mushi.

"Civilians all over the world, open your eyes and see clearly."

Kane's deep voice rang out through the Den Den Mushi, across the Sabaody Archipelago, across the seas, in the New World, and in front of every screen.

"Starting today, no, starting from this very second."

"The Navy has officially declared its independence."

"Completely break away from the jurisdiction of the World Government."

"The so-called world government that ruled the seas for eight hundred years has become history. As for the Celestial Dragons? All the privileges they held are hereby stripped away."

Upon hearing this, the world fell into a deathly silence.

The common people didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Overthrow the world government?

This slogan, which the revolutionary army had been chanting for decades, was spoken by a navy officer in such a matter-of-fact tone.

Dorrag, who was kneeling in Marineford Square, suddenly raised his head.

His weathered face was filled with shock, and tears welled up in his eyes.

'This is the courage and vision of a mentor! This is something I've never been able to achieve in my entire life! Mentor! You are the true guiding light in this vast ocean!'

Dragon roared inwardly, wishing he could kowtow to Kane three more times on the spot.

"Now that the old order has been destroyed, new rules must be established on the high seas."

Kane turned around and reached out his hand.

Gion, who had been blindly worshipping from the sidelines, immediately stepped forward and respectfully handed over a thick document that had been drafted long ago.

"First, the term 'pirate' will no longer exist on this sea."

Pirates all over the world felt a chill run down their spines.

"Anyone who wanders around the sea with the skull and crossbones flag will be uniformly defined as an 'illegal worker'."

"Want to go to sea? Sure. Go to any naval branch in the country and take the 'New Era Navigation Qualification Certificate' exam."

"Anyone caught without this certificate will be sent to the Navy's major mining areas and infrastructure sites for forced reform without trial!"

"The Age of Exploration?"

"The era of fools searching the world for illusory treasures has come to a complete end today."

"Starting tomorrow, the world will fully enter the era of large-scale infrastructure construction!"

"I need people to reclaim land from the sea, and I need people to build bridges and roads. All illegal workers will shine and contribute their efforts to this great cause!"

A glint of greed and excitement gleamed in Kane's eyes.

'These pirates are just loitering around the sea causing trouble all day, wasting their great physiques. All of them, get to work in the mines and do manual labor! I'm going to expand Punk Hazard ten thousand times!'

The ordinary people watching on the screen were stunned for a good ten seconds after hearing this.

Then, someone shouted something in the square of the Sabaody Archipelago.

"Peace! True peace has arrived!"

Cheers erupted all over the world.

The civilians embraced and wept. They didn't understand what "illegal labor" meant. All they knew was that there would be no more pirates burning, killing, and looting on the sea. All the pirates had been captured and used to build roads!

The man on that screen is God's savior sent to save them!

"Article Two."

Kane's voice instantly drowned out the clamor of the entire world.

"The Seven Warlords of the Sea system is hereby abolished."

Standing in the corner at the very back of the G-5 formation.

Crocodile and Moonlight Moria shuddered violently.

The two looked at each other and saw the deep despair in each other's eyes.

The Seven Warlords system is being abolished? What will happen to those who bear the title of Seven Warlords?

Crockdale broke out in a cold sweat, and the cigar he was holding in his mouth trembled and ash fell from it.

'It's over. '

Old Sha felt a pang of despair.

'This scourge is going to uproot the old forces. For the past twenty years, I've gotten up at six every morning and gone to bed at midnight, leading an army of zombies to move bricks and build walls, all to save my life! And now I'm going to be wiped out?'

Moria's massive body huddled together, his enormous onion head pressed against the ice, so frightened that tears were about to stream down his face.

"Crocodile. Moonlight Moria. Bartholomew Kuma. Red Earl Redfield."

Kane uttered the names in a low voice.

Of those named, aside from Bear, Old Sand, Moria, and Red Earl all shivered.

"Twenty years ago, I sent you to Punk Hazard to assist with infrastructure construction."

Kane flicked the document in his hand.

"For the past twenty years, you have had perfect attendance every year, never late or leaving early. Even if you haven't made any great contributions, you have certainly worked hard."

Kane's lips curled into a playful smile.

"Therefore, I grant you a pardon today."

"To wash away the accusation of being a pirate."

"You guys are officially promoted."

"From now on, you will be a regular officer in the G-5 branch. You will enjoy the same benefits as a major general in the headquarters. You will receive five social insurances and one housing fund, double pay at the end of the year, and one day off per week."

Crocodile was stunned.

prepared by?

regular army?

Five social insurances and one housing fund?!

Twenty years!

Twenty years! Who knows how he got through those twenty years?!

He even dreams about urging the project to proceed!

Now, he has a permanent position? He's no longer that temporary worker who could be thrown into the sea to feed the fish at any moment?!

"Whoa—!!!"

A bloodcurdling scream shattered the silence.

Moonlight Moria's legs went weak, and his massive body collapsed onto the ice, sobbing uncontrollably.

"A government job! I'm a government job now! Lord Kane! I'll serve you until I die! Until I die!"

Moria's undignified kneeling and weeping caused Crocodile's psychological defenses to completely collapse.

The sand crocodile's eyes were bloodshot, and its eye sockets were filled with murky tears.

He didn't burst into tears, but instead solemnly straightened his dusty overcoat, knelt on one knee, and pressed his right fist against his chest.

"Your subordinate Crocodile swears to serve Lord Kane to the death!!!"

Kane nodded in satisfaction.

"A thousand pieces of gold can buy bones"—an excellent template for promoting corporate culture.

But then, his eyes suddenly turned cold, his gaze piercing through the air and locking onto the location of the live broadcast screen.

"However, when someone gets promoted, someone else has to be held accountable."

The New World, Dressrosa.

Royal Palace Highlands, by the luxurious swimming pool.

Don Quixote Doflamingo reclines on a beach chair, a glass of scarlet wine in his hand.

A pink feather coat was casually draped over her shoulders.

He was wearing red, inverted triangular sunglasses, staring intently at the Den Den Mushi screen in front of him.

When Doflamingo saw Kane instantly defeat Shanks and the Five Elders bowing and scraping, his arrogant face froze completely.

The signature "fufufu" laugh was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter it no matter what he did.

A chill ran down his spine, and his feather coat was soaked with cold sweat.

"Don Quixote Doflamingo".

Kane's cold voice came from the screen.