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

Just kidding, he just wants to rack up points, he doesn't actually want to join the revolutionary army. That's too tiring, and they don't even pay you.

Upon hearing his words, the dragon was not disappointed at all; instead, it showed an expression that said, "I understand."

“I understand,” Long said solemnly. “You need a comrade who has infiltrated the enemy to pass on intelligence and deliver a fatal blow at the crucial moment! Kane, I understand your good intentions! Don’t worry, I will never reveal your identity to anyone!”

Kane: "..."

No, you don't understand anything! I just want to coast through life!

This ability to fill in the blanks is truly worthy of Luffy's father; it's inherited from him!

Chapter 36 I just wanted to have a drink, Long, why did you defect?

Looking at Long's fanatical expression of "enlightenment and determination," Kane opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't utter a single word.

How does someone's brain circuit work?

He clearly wrote "cowardly and lazy" on his face, so how did it automatically translate into "deeply scheming and infiltrating the enemy camp"?

"Dragon, listen to me, you've really misunderstood. I just drank too much and my words slipped..." Kane tried to make a final struggle, his outstretched hand stopping in mid-air.

"Drunken talk?"

Long shook his head, and a vivid smile, unlike anything he had ever seen before, appeared on his sharply defined face.

"In this world of hedonism and debauchery, only the most sober-minded people dare to say that what they say is drunken talk."

"Kane, there's no need to test my resolve anymore."

The sea breeze howled, tousling his long, black hair, but it couldn't shake his will, which was as hard as a rock.

Under Kane's horrified gaze, Dragon took a deep breath and then gave him a standard military salute.

The movements were swift and decisive, yet carried immense force.

"Comrade Kane!"

The dragon's voice was low, somewhat hoarse from the sea breeze, but every word was resounding, like a vow:

"As you taught: a single spark can start a prairie fire. Rather than pruning dead leaves from a decaying tree, it's better to sow new seeds. I've made up my mind, I'm leaving now."

"Now? Now?" Kane nearly dropped his cigarette.

Dude, are you serious?

While I wanted you to cause trouble and boost your reputation, isn't this a bit too efficient? Your dad's sleeping in the back cabin! You're going to give Garp a stroke!

Time waits for no one.

The dragon turned its head to look at the dark night sky over the vast sea, its gaze seemingly piercing through the darkness and seeing the unknown dawn.

"Every moment of hesitation is a desecration of justice. This military uniform..."

He reached out and grabbed the cloak of justice on his shoulder, a symbol of the honor of a naval officer of the rank of colonel.

"Sizzle—!"

He ripped off the pristine white cloak and tossed it onto the deck, as if discarding a heavy shackle or making a complete break with his past self.

"From this day forward, I will no longer be Marine Monkey D. Dragon."

The dragon gave Kane one last, deep look, his eyes filled with gratitude, reverence, and a firm "I understand you" conviction:

"Teacher, please take good care of yourself! I entrust the task of dismantling the corruption within the navy from within! Your safety is crucial to the future of the revolution, so please take good care of yourself!"

"I, Monkey D. Dragon, hereby swear that I will overthrow the corrupt rule of the Celestial Dragons and create a new world where everyone is equal! When we meet again in the years to come, it will be a time of great change for the world!"

Kane's lips twitched violently. That "teacher" sent chills down his spine, as if he could already see the Five Elders chasing him all over the world with wanted posters.

I didn't teach you anything! I just memorized two paragraphs of the introduction from my previous life's political science textbook!

All the words he wanted to say were reduced to a sigh from Kane's lips: "Take care..."

That's it, now there's no way to clear my name even if I jump into the Yellow River.

Long nodded emphatically, refusing to utter any further unnecessary words.

At that moment, a strange gust of wind suddenly rose from the sea. The dragon's figure flashed, and like a ghost, it leaped onto the ship's side and jumped without hesitation.

puff.

The splash was small and fleeting.

The figure swiftly merged into the dark sea, riding the wind and currents, and sped away towards the unknown distance, like a true dragon finally breaking free from the shallows and swimming towards its own vast world.

Kane leaned on the railing, looking in the direction the dragon had disappeared, a long-cold cigarette butt clutched in his hand, looking bewildered in the wind.

They're... gone?

The next second, the previously dormant system interface in Kane's mind suddenly burst into a blinding light.

[Ding! Host has completed an epic-level world line shift event!]

[Disciplinary Verdict: The host has successfully turned Monkey D. Dragon, son of naval hero Garp and an outstanding admiral of the Marine Headquarters, against the Navy through profound ideological enlightenment, causing him to deviate from the Navy's camp and embark on a path of complete confrontation with the World Government!]

This action led to Dragon's premature departure from the navy and the establishment of a concrete revolutionary program, thus accelerating the birth of the "Revolutionary Army" and exponentially increasing its threat level!

[Nature Assessment: Extremely heinous! Highly disruptive! Fundamentally altered the world order!]

[Discipline points increased by 50000!]

[Discipline Value Balance: 95200 points!]

[Special title obtained: [Revolutionary Godfather] (Equipment effect: When negotiating with anti-government forces, affinity +200%, opponent's intelligence -10%)]

"Holy crap..."

Kane stared at the numbers on the panel that suddenly spiked, his breath catching in his throat.

Fifty thousand points!

He worked himself to the bone in the elite camp, beating up classmates and extorting money from Germa, before he finally managed to scrape together tens of thousands of points.

So, in one night, a few bottles of wine, a few correct but meaningless words, and 50,000 yuan came in?!

"Is this the real value of being involved in politics?" Kane muttered to himself, suddenly feeling that the 300,000 Berries he had just won in his pocket no longer tasted so good.

But he quickly calmed down.

and many more.

It was great, as great as it was.

But the dragon ran away.

Who's going to clean up this mess?

If Garp wakes up tomorrow morning and finds his son gone, and then does a little research and discovers that the last thing he talked to was Dragon...

"hiss--"

Kane gasped and looked down at his small frame.

Although the Storm-Storm Fruit is powerful, it's probably just a punching bag in front of Iron Fist Garp.

"No, we have to destroy the evidence and clear ourselves of any wrongdoing!"

Kane's eyes sharpened, and he looked around. There was no one nearby.

He quickly picked up the Justice Coat that Long had thrown on the ground, took out the pen he always carried from his pocket, and wrote a few lines crookedly in a conspicuous place on the inside of the coat.

Then, he kicked his coat into the arms of the boatswain, who was sleeping like a log in the corner.

Immediately afterwards, he quickly cleaned up the empty wine bottles on the ground, even blowing the bits of cigarette ash that had been brushed off the railing into the sea.

After all that was done, the deck was as if nothing had ever happened.

Kane stretched and yawned nonchalantly, looking as if he had just gotten up to pee in the middle of the night, and swayed leisurely toward the cabin.

"The moonlight is beautiful tonight, perfect for sleeping. As for where the dragon went? How would I know? I'm just a greenhorn who just boarded the ship."

Kane returned to his hammock, forced himself to close his eyes, and drifted into a light sleep amidst the deafening snoring of the marines around him.

Chapter 37 Garp's Fury: He Announces the Death on the Spot!

The next day, early morning.

Sunlight spilled across the shimmering sea. A few newsbirds perched on the mast, tilting their heads to look down at the dog-headed warship.

"Ugh... my head hurts so much..."

"He drank too much last night. That kid can really hold his liquor..."

A group of marines scrambled to their feet from the deck, clutching their heads, groaning and staggering.

"Bang--!!!"

The heavy oak door of the cabin suddenly let out a scream as the entire door panel flew off and smashed into the railing on the opposite side, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

Wearing a dog-head hat, Garp walked out looking energetic, carrying a bag of new senbei in his hand.

"Hahaha! Ladies and gentlemen! The sun's high in the sky! Get up and start training!"

The powerful roar instantly dispelled the marines' drowsiness, and everyone sprang to their feet reflexively and quickly lined up.

Karp strode to the center of the deck, his gaze habitually scanning the front of the crowd. Usually at this time, his always stern-faced son would already be standing there organizing the ranks.

But today, that spot is empty.

Karp paused slightly as he chewed the rice cracker, raising an eyebrow.

"Bogart!"

"Yes, Lieutenant General."

The adjutant, Bogart, appeared behind Garp like a ghost, pulled down his hat brim, and looked unusually serious, clearly having already searched beforehand.

"We searched every cabin but found no trace of Major Long."

"what?"

Garp stopped chewing, and the smile in his usually smiling eyes gradually faded.

"Where could that brat have gone? Is it because I stole his meat yesterday and he's hiding away sulking?"