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

Kane stroked his chin and delivered his final verdict on the world's king in an icy tone.

"This world is just missing a super energy core."

"You will shine brightly for the era of massive infrastructure construction until the end of the universe."

Im's eyes widened, and his whole body trembled violently.

Chapter 299 The Grand Finale: In all the heavens and myriad realms, not a single idle person is allowed!

Vegapunk came running breathlessly from the ruins where Uranus had fallen.

"Lord Kane! The custom-made hibernation pod you requested has arrived!" This genius scientist, hailed as possessing wisdom surpassing that of humans by five hundred years, now wore a frantic fawning expression. "It has eight hundred energy extraction tubes inside, guaranteeing that even a single strand of her bioelectricity will be completely drained!"

Kane removed the leather shoe that was stepping on Im's shoulder.

Im lay disheveled on the rubble, staring at the cold hibernation pod standing before him.

“I won’t go… Insolence! I am the Creator!” Im screamed shrilly, his fingertips digging deep bloody marks into the rock.

"Shut up."

Kane's tone was flat.

"If you keep making noise, I'll deduct your nutrient solution."

He kicked out and struck Im squarely in the stomach.

Im hunched over in pain as he was precisely kicked into the hibernation pod like a shrimp.

The hatch slammed shut. Eight hundred needles emitting a ghostly blue light instantly pierced Im's spine and limbs. A hissing sound rang out as hibernation fluid was injected. Im rolled his eyes back within the bubbles, becoming nothing more than a giant, perpetually burning bio-battery.

Kane turned and walked toward the square of Pangaea.

The 100,000-strong G-5 army has turned Mary Geoise upside down.

The once high and mighty Celestial Dragons were stripped of their gorgeous clothes and replaced with black and white striped prison uniforms.

Meanwhile, the Red-Haired Pirates and the remnants of the Whitebeard Pirates, under Kuzan's ruthless command, were dutifully acting as porters, transporting boxes of gold bricks accumulated by the Celestial Dragons over thousands of years onto the ship.

Dragon, dragging his crippled leg, strode quickly towards the ruins, supported by a group of revolutionary officers. He looked at the naval ensign perched atop the highest point of the rubble, tears streaming down his face.

“Mentor!” Dragon knelt on one knee, his voice hoarse, “Eight hundred years of darkness have finally been dispelled! A new world government awaits your establishment! The whole world is calling your name!”

Kane exhaled a puff of smoke and looked down at him.

Establish a government? What a joke. Every day he'd be reviewing mountains of official documents, dealing with the trivial matters of member states, and mediating droughts on some island. Kane was here to enjoy the good life, not to be a wage slave.

"Dorag, you've been with me for so many years, and you're still so naive."

Kane's tone was deep, carrying a perfect balance of weariness and nobility.

Dorrag was taken aback.

"Power is nothing but fleeting smoke." Kane looked up at the clear blue sky. "Everything I've done is not for fame or fortune, but only to provide a fair, stable environment where everyone can contribute their labor. Now, I've finished the dirtiest cleaning work."

He stepped forward and patted Dorrag heavily on the shoulder.

"You will be the first commander-in-chief of the new world government. The reorganization of member states and the formulation of laws will all be entrusted to you."

Dragon's eyes widened suddenly, his whole body trembling violently. He hadn't expected his mentor to be so noble! To so easily attain world domination, and then simply give it up!

“Mentor! I… I am unworthy of such a position…”

“That’s an order,” Kane interrupted him. “Do a good job. By the way, from now on, thirty percent of the New World Government’s annual tax revenue will be directly deposited into the Navy’s account. This is the stability fund to maintain stability during the era of massive infrastructure construction, don’t forget.”

Dragon nodded vigorously and roared, "Mission accomplished! The entire Revolutionary Army will not embezzle a single penny! Everything will be handed over to the Mentor!"

Kane withdrew his hand with satisfaction.

Very well, the massive makeshift World Government has finally succeeded in shifting the blame.

……

half a month later.

New World, G-5 Sea Stone Deep-Sea Mining Area.

At the bottom of the dark, sunless mine, the temperature reaches as high as forty degrees Celsius.

"Yohohoho~ Yohohoho~"

"Send Binks' liquor to the ends of the earth for you."

Straw Hat Luffy was covered in soot, shirtless, and his muscles bulged. He was sweating profusely as he sang loudly, gripping a heavy seastone pickaxe and slamming it hard against the solid rock face.

"Snapped!"

A leather whip lashed out at Luffy's back, leaving a bloody welt.

"What are you singing for! Who gave you permission to sing banned songs during work hours!" Yamato, dressed in a black guard's uniform and wielding a spiked club, glared angrily. "You're still 3,000 jin short of today's high-purity ore quota! If you slack off again, you won't get dinner tonight!"

Luffy winced in pain and quickly changed his tune: "I'm going to become... the strongest pirate in the mine... no, the hardest-working king! Gum-Gum Machine Pickaxe!"

Zoro, with three pickaxes in his mouth, was furiously chiseling at the wall, his face dark, and he didn't even have the energy to complain.

In another mine tunnel not far away.

Kaido of the Beasts, in his half-beast form, was carrying a mountain of raw ore as he walked out, the ground trembling with each step.

"Damn Straw Hat Kid! Shut the hell up! I'm about to be nominated for Outstanding Individual this month! Anyone who gets in my way of getting a reduced sentence, die!" Kaido roared.

Diagonally opposite Kaido, Eustass Kid was skillfully sorting through discarded metal drill bits using his remaining magnetic abilities. This once-invincible supernova now held the title of: Gold Medal Employee of G-5 Scrap Yard.

The workshop is located deeper inside.

Charlotte Linlin's eyes were bloodshot as she frantically stuffed fragments of her soul into the bodies of newly decommissioned pacifists.

"Donuts... I want donuts..." The middle-aged woman repeated mechanically, drooling. "Kane said if I meet my quota today, I can get a piece of cake scraps... I'll do whatever it takes!"

In this era where even gods have to work, there are no more ethereal dreams on the high seas, only KPIs that will result in food deductions if not met.

……

At the same time.

The New World, Kane's private resort island.

Sunshine, beach, waves.

Kane, wearing a pair of floral shorts, lay comfortably on a pure gold beach chair.

A large parasol hangs overhead, and in front of you stretches an endless expanse of blue sea.

On the left, Marine Admiral Candidate Gion, dressed in an extremely sexy bikini, knelt on the soft sand, her slender fingers holding a peeled, chilled grape, which she gently fed to Kane.

On the right, the former Pirate Empress Boa Hancock is wearing a cheongsam with a slit that goes up to her thigh. She leans half of her body limply against Kane, her hands gently massaging his shoulders, her eyes filled with tender love and adoration.

"Lord Kane, is the force just right?" Hancock asked in a sweet voice.

"Hmm, not bad. Come to my room tonight, I'll give you triple overtime pay," Kane said casually.

"Ah!" Hancock was so excited that her face turned red, and she immediately hugged Kane's arm and rubbed against it.

"Sir, this is the financial summary for this quarter."

Nicole Robin adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, which perched on her straight nose, and walked to the beach chair, dressed in a sharp, professional office uniform. She held a thick stack of documents in her hand, her expression extremely professional and respectful.

"Give me the total." Kane was too lazy to look at the details.

“The New World government has allocated 400 trillion Berries for stability maintenance; the major mining areas have produced 700 trillion Berries in net profit; and the confiscated assets of various pirate crews total 150 trillion Berries.” Robin’s breathing became rapid. “My lord, your total personal assets have exceeded 300 trillion Berries. You could easily buy the entire ocean now.”

After hearing this, Kane's lips curled up slightly, and he exhaled a perfect smoke ring.

Just as he was about to close his eyes and take a nap.

"Ding."

A blue light screen suddenly popped up in front of the retina.

The system's mechanical voice echoed in Kane's mind.

[Warning: All old orders in this world have been completely collapsed.]

[The target for disciplinary violations has been cleared.]

[Congratulations, host! You have successfully pushed this world to its limits. Current violation value: ∞]

The Dimensional Breaker Black Market has completed its final upgrade, and the cross-dimensional labor dispatch channel is now open.

[The new project has been launched. Would you like to initiate the "Dimensional Expansion Plan"?]

[Project Brief: A large number of high-value untapped dimensions have been detected. The local workforce generally lacks advanced work concepts (such as ninjas or death gods), indicating extremely high potential for transformation and residual value. It urgently needs the transformation through large-scale infrastructure development.]

Kane's hand, holding the cigar, froze in mid-air.

He slowly opened his eyes.

The laziness vanished instantly from those deep eyes, replaced by a fervor that befits a top contractor discovering a brand-new construction site.

"Ninja? Death?"

Kane sat up straight and shoved Hancock and Gion aside.

He stood up, his muscular upper body reflecting a bronze sheen in the sunlight.

He gazed at the distant horizon, the smile on his lips growing wider and wider.

"All they do all day long is create bonds and soul balance; it's a huge waste of high-quality labor."

Kane pulled out the Zanpakuto that was stuck in the sand.

The blade hummed softly.

He pressed the button on the Den Den Mushi in his hand.

"Sakazuki. Kuzan. Borsalino."

Kane's voice was deep and extremely penetrating.

"Marshal!" A unified roar, brimming with suppressed, ferocious fighting spirit, came from the other end of the communicator.

"We've been idle long enough. Let's assemble the fleet and load all those hard-working criminals like Kaido, Charlotte Linlin, and Luffy onto the ship."

Kane took a deep drag on his cigar, then casually flicked it into the sea, the crimson sparks tracing a sharp arc through the air.

"Marshal, where are we going?" Sakazuki's voice was filled with longing.