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

The wild aura emanating from it, like that of an ancient ferocious beast, made the four nature-type monsters present feel suffocated.

Marine hero, Monkey D. Garp!

"Hahaha! You little devils, you're living the high life!"

Garp strode into the solitary confinement cell, his gaze sweeping over the playing cards scattered on the floor and Sakazuki's face covered in notes, and he laughed until tears almost streamed down his face:

"That Sengoku guy was worried you guys might get depressed, but it seems that was completely unnecessary! How did he end up turning Sakazuki into a mummy? Hahahaha!"

Sakazuki ripped the note off his face with a dark expression. The lava sizzled in his hand. How embarrassing! What was I doing?

The other three also quickly stood up straight and saluted. Even the lazy Kuzan didn't dare to be disrespectful in front of Garp.

"Vice Admiral Garp...?"

"Alright, alright, stop with the nonsense."

With a wave of his hand, Garp crushed a rice cracker with a "crunch," glancing past the others and landing directly on Kane, his eyes looking at him as if he were looking at a fine piece of braised pork.

That look sent a chill down Kane's spine, and he instinctively wanted to transform into an elemental being.

"I've got my eye on you!"

Garp made a startling remark, so shocking that Sakazuki, who was standing next to him, slipped and fell.

"That Sengoku guy always complains that I don't mentor newcomers, so this is perfect timing," Garp mumbled, chewing on a senbei. "Boltarino is for Zeffa, and Sakazuki and Kuzan are also taken care of. As for you, you slippery brat..."

Garp grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, emanating a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

"Come with me to the new world!!"

"We're going to hunt down that bastard named Roger! How about it? You got it?!"

The moment these words were spoken, the solitary confinement room fell silent.

A hint of undisguised envy flashed in Sakazuki's eyes.

That's the ship of "Naval Heroes"! It's the front line facing legendary monsters like Roger, Whitebeard, and Shiki! It's the stage every passionate navy man dreams of!

Borsalino pushed up his sunglasses, silently mourning for Kane. Getting on Garp's ship was notoriously difficult; whether the warship could even survive was a question, let alone having to clean up Garp's messes every day.

Kane looked at the man in front of him who smiled like a child, yet possessed the most powerful combat strength in this vast ocean.

My heart started pounding.

If you want stability, staying at headquarters is of course the best option.

But... for the sake of [disciplinary points], for the sake of that world-shaking system reward, staying calm is a form of slow suicide!

Where else could you score points better than following the most unruly vice admiral to hunt down the most free-spirited pirate king?

"What? Afraid of dying?" Garp raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "If you're afraid of dying, just say so. I won't force you. You can go back to headquarters and continue playing your card game."

"afraid?"

Kane smiled.

He slowly straightened his slightly disheveled collar, a signature smile playing on his lips, his eyes gleaming with ambition.

"Vice Admiral Garp, I'm worried that there aren't enough pirates in the New World for me to catch."

“Also…” Kane pointed to the playing cards on the ground, “Going to the New World is fine, but you’ll have to learn this deck. Otherwise, the journey will be long and I’ll get very bored.”

The air froze for a second.

"Pfft, hahahahahaha!"

Karp slapped Kane hard on the shoulder, almost making Kane vomit up the breakfast he had just eaten.

"Good! Arrogant enough! I like it! This temperament suits my taste!"

"You have ten minutes to pack your things! I'll be waiting for you at the harbor! Don't keep me waiting, or I'll throw you into the sea to feed the fish!"

Kane rubbed his sore shoulders, turned around, and looked at his three "fellow inmates".

The atmosphere was somewhat melancholic, a sense of parting.

"Everyone, although it's hard to say goodbye, it seems our card game will have to be paused for a while."

Sakazuki stepped forward, gave Kane a deep look, and a rare hint of gentleness appeared on his usually stern face as he raised his fist.

"Don't die, Kane. The 50 billion is still there. If you die at Roger's hands, I'll keep that money for myself and use it for naval construction."

Kane laughed and lightly bumped his fist with Kane's: "Don't worry, I don't have many other good points, but I'm tough. As for you, don't ruin yourself by training too hard."

Kuzan sighed and stuffed a new deck of cards into Kane's pocket: "Play by yourself when you're bored. When you get to the New World... say hello to those great pirates for me."

"Yay~ If you have anything good, remember to send it to us~" Borsalino still looked as irreverent as ever, but there was a hint of reluctance in his eyes behind his sunglasses.

Kane put the playing cards away, turned and walked towards the door, waving to the three men with his back to them.

"gone!"

Sunlight streamed through the broken door, casting Kane's shadow long and thin.

On this day, the most lawless combination in the navy temporarily parted ways.

Chapter 33: First Day on the Ship, Earning 300,000 Berries with Tears in My Eyes

Naval Headquarters Port, Berth G-3.

A giant warship with a dog-head figurehead is bobbing on the waves.

Unlike the gleaming, meticulously coiled warships around it, this ship gave the first impression of being wild.

The ship's sides were covered with repair marks, like medals.

Instead of soldiers lined up in neat rows on the deck, there was a group of burly men with bare chests and covered in scars.

When Kane stepped onto the deck of this legendary warship carrying a small bag, he was not greeted by neat ranks and loud salutes, but by a mixture of cheap rum, the smell of barbecued meat, and a strong stench of sweat—a kind of "male hormone."

"Is this... really a naval warship?"

Kane stopped and raised an eyebrow slightly.

The sight before my eyes was truly eye-opening:

A campfire was burning in the center of the deck, and several marines were roasting the thigh meat of an unknown sea monster with their sabers, sizzling and dripping oil; on the left turret, someone was using the warship's main gun as a clothesline to dry their underwear; on the right, it was even more outrageous, a group of people were gathered in a circle, shouting and yelling at each other, using Pele and even gold teeth as bargaining chips.

[Ding! Host detected in an environment that "seriously violates the Naval Appearance and Discipline Regulations"!]

[Continuously gain disciplinary points: +1 point per minute!]

Heaven!

This place is practically a paradise tailor-made for him!

"Cough cough..."

Bogart, the adjutant responsible for guiding Kane, pulled down the brim of his hat, and a rare hint of "embarrassment" flashed across his usually cold and indifferent poker face.

"Warrant Lieutenant Kane, Vice Admiral Garp's unit... has a rather unconventional style. After all, they've been fighting against pirates of Roger's caliber in the New World for many years, so the pressure is quite high."

"Unconventional? No."

Kane looked at this group of lawless guys, and instead of showing any disgust, the corners of his mouth gradually turned up until he revealed his signature white teeth.

“This is so vibrant, Colonel Bogart,” Kane exclaimed sincerely. “This is true masculine romance! I love this atmosphere.”

Bogart's lips twitched. Damn, another one's gone mad.

"Hahaha! Kane, you brat, what are you standing there for?!"

With a thunderous laugh, a large, fan-like hand slammed hard on Kane's back.

"Snapped!"

With a muffled thud, Kane felt as if his internal organs had shifted with the slap. Even with the power of the Storm-Storm Fruit circulating within him, his blood and qi surged violently from the shock.

Is this the domineering aura of a top-tier expert? Even a simple pat on the back has an armor-piercing effect?

With his mouth stuffed full of senbei, crumbs spraying everywhere, Garp grabbed a huge oak barrel from the side with his other hand and shoved it into Kane's arms without a word.

"Now that you're on my ship, don't be as lifeless as that old rascal from the Warring States period! Come on! Let's finish this barrel first, consider it our initiation drink!"

This bucket?

Kane looked at the barrel in his arms, which was thicker than his waist and contained at least five liters of rum, and his eye twitched.

The commotion also attracted the attention of the group of "soldier thugs" on the deck.

The group of marines who had been grilling meat and gambling stopped what they were doing and surrounded them with hostile looks.

Their gazes swept over Kane's overly handsome, delicate-looking face, filled with scrutiny and rejection.

For these veterans who have lived on the edge of death, the "elite young masters" from headquarters usually meant trouble, weakness, and empty talk.

"Oh? This is the new recruit that the lieutenant general specially requested from headquarters? I heard he's some kind of genius?"

The crowd parted, and a burly man with a hideous scar across his face and muscles as hard as granite stepped out.

He was the ship's boatswain, and also a veteran scoundrel.

He toyed with a dagger in his hand, his eyes fierce as he sized Kane up and down, finally letting out a sneer:

"She looks like the top courtesan on Pleasure Street, all skinny and thin. Can she withstand the storms of the new world? Don't end up wetting your pants and we'll have to wash them for you!"

"Hahahahaha!"

A burst of laughter erupted around them, filled with malicious mockery.

"Hey, pretty boy." The scarred marine pointed mockingly at the barrel of liquor in Kane's arms. "If you want to stay on Mr. Garp's ship, looks alone won't cut it. You'd better drink this barrel of liquor in one go. If you throw it up, you'd better go back to headquarters and drink milk!"

This is a show of force.

Almost every newcomer who boards this ship goes through this experience.

Bogart frowned, his hand on the hilt of his sword, about to step forward to help, but was stopped by Garp.

Garp munched on a senbei (rice cracker) while watching Kane with great interest. He wanted to see just how good this brat who dared to extort Germa really was.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Kane smiled.

He was neither angry nor showed the slightest sign of cowardice.