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

"Huff...huff..." Kane gasped for breath, looking at Garp across from him who was happily eating a bag of new senbei. Despite the excruciating pain all over his body, his eyes were filled with gratitude. "Thank you for your guidance, Lieutenant General!"

"Tch, even though the beginning was cheated, the last one was the real deal."

Garp tossed the last senbei into his mouth, patted the crumbs off his hands, and surprisingly gave a positive review.

"Now that you've arrived in the new world, you're barely not cannon fodder anymore."

Kane was about to complain that this was hardly a compliment.

Sudden.

“Brubrubrubru… Brubrubrubru…”

The golden Den Den Mushi in Bogart's arms suddenly started ringing frantically. The urgent ringing froze the atmosphere on the ship.

Karp frowned and reached out to take the microphone.

"Moshi moshi, this old man is Garp. If Sengoku is going to nag about the donut reimbursement again, just say I'm not here."

"Garp!!! What kind of time is this?! You bastard, you're still eating donuts?!"

From the other end of the Den Den Mushi came Sengoku's hysterical roar, so loud that you could feel the spittle flying from his mouth even through the receiver.

More importantly, Kane keenly heard the chaotic alarm sounds and roars in the background of the phone call!

What a big deal!

Kane's heart skipped a beat.

"No matter where you are! Head to the New World, the Sea of ​​Edvard, at full speed immediately!"

The voice of the Warring States period carried an unprecedented solemnity.

"Breaking news! Shiki the Golden Lion has assembled all of his fleets!"

"He blocked the Roger Pirates in the Edvard Sea of ​​the New World!"

"Those two lunatics... they're going to start a war!!"

Chapter 41 On the Eve of the Battle of Edvard! Roger Locked On! Garp Goes Berserk!

"...That's the situation."

The Den Den Mushi perfectly mimicked Sengoku's furious and anxious expression, with all its features scrunched up.

"The Air Marshal's order is not to initiate combat, but to wait until they are both severely weakened before launching an attack!"

"Understood," Karp replied in a deep voice, and hung up the phone.

The sea breeze howled past, swirling up a few scraps of paper on the deck.

Garp maintained his casual stance, the bag of senbei in his hand rustling in the wind. He kept his head down, the shadow cast by his hat obscuring his eyes.

The marines, who were trying to suppress their laughter just a second ago because Kane got beaten up during his special training, froze on their faces.

No one spoke.

An oppressive pressure, without warning, emanated from the man in the suit.

The dust in the deck crevices stopped swirling, and even a few newsbirds circling in the distance seemed to sense a predator, letting out a mournful cry and desperately flapping their wings to escape the airspace.

Kane felt as if a lead weight was pressing on his chest, and his breathing became unusually thick.

That carefree, irresponsible uncle who was always laughing and joking and only knew how to steal snacks from his subordinates is gone.

Instead, there was the iron fist of the navy that repeatedly cornered Roger, the strongest gatekeeper of the navy in this era.

"Bogart."

Karp's voice was deep and emotionless.

"exist."

The adjutant, Bogart, pushed up his sunglasses, his notebook already closed, and his hand rested on the hilt of his sword.

"Notify the engine room to start all power plants and proceed at full speed to the Edvard Sea at all costs."

Garp turned around, his Justice Coat fluttering in the still air.

"Also, contact the nearest G-3 and G-5 branches and have them take charge of the outer perimeter blockade. They don't need to participate in the fighting; at that level of battlefield... they would just be throwing their lives away."

"Yes!"

As the order was given, the dog-headed warship beneath their feet let out a painful groan. Its massive power reactor began operating at overload, and the entire ship cleaved through the giant waves, hurtling towards the waters of the New World.

in the corner.

Kane, whose face was covered in bruises from just finishing special training, was leaning against a pile of cables, seemingly panting in pain, but in reality, he was digging his fingers into his thigh muscles, using the intense pain to forcefully suppress the crazy urge to turn his lips up in a smile.

"The Battle of Advor..."

As a time traveler, he knew all too well what was about to happen.

This is the final echo of the old era, and also the prelude to the great pirate era!

Shiki the Golden Lion, the admiral of the Flying Pirates, invited Roger to join his crew in his quest to conquer the world, but Roger refused. Shiki then led a large fleet of dozens of warships to surround Roger's crew, which consisted of only one ship.

Logically speaking, the Roger Pirates should have been doomed.

But it was during this battle that a sudden, unpredictable, and devastating storm destroyed most of the Golden Lion's fleet, allowing Roger to miraculously break through.

Because of this accident, Shiki was unfortunately stuck with a ship's rudder on his head, which greatly reduced his strength, and he withdrew from the stage of vying for the title of Pirate King.

Everyone says that Roger was just lucky.

Some say it is the destiny of the D clan.

but now……

Kane looked down at his palm.

A barely perceptible cyan vortex was dancing at my fingertips; it was the beginnings of a storm.

"What if that storm wasn't a natural disaster?"

"What if I gave this battle, which will determine the course of the world, a push from behind?"

Kane licked his chapped lips, a calculating glint in his eyes.

The system panel shows a balance of just over 80,000 points. This is far from enough to live comfortably in this monster-infested new world and to exchange for those legendary artifacts and abilities.

And now, a huge gold mine lies ahead.

Based on the system's nature, the core of "disciplinary value" calculation is influence and degree of disruption.

If he not only participated in the war, but even used his Devil Fruit power to control the storm.

In front of Garp, Roger, and Shiki, the three pinnacles of the old era, they forcibly rewrote the course of the battle.

"The level of disruption... is probably going to explode!"

Kane swallowed hard, his mind already conjuring up an image of the disciplinary violation count scrolling wildly until it became an astronomical number.

What top-tier domineering aura, what god-level abilities, what cutting-edge technology gadgets?

After this deal, I'm going to buy everything in sight!

"Kane!"

A loud shout interrupted Kane's daydream.

Garp had somehow found himself standing at the bow of the ship, his gaze fixed on the gloomy horizon in the distance.

"Present! Lieutenant General!"

Kane snapped to attention, immediately adopting a death-defying expression, and shouted in response.

"To the lookout tower!"

Garp raised his hand and pointed to the towering mast overhead.

"Although your Haki is still only half-baked right now, and you can't really rely on you for fighting, no one has a stronger sense of airflow than you with your Devil Fruit ability!"

"Keep a close watch on that sea area! I need to know exactly where that bastard Roger is!"

"Yes, sir! Mission accomplished!"

Kane couldn't have asked for it more.

That position is the best place to demonstrate one's abilities and take control of the overall situation.

"Stormwing!"

Whoosh!

A pair of translucent wings instantly condensed behind him in a blue aura.

After several days of intensive training, Kane's control over his Devil Fruit ability has clearly improved to a new level. The patterns on his wings are clearer, and the edges even have a sharp, cutting feel.

With a flap of his wings, Kane, like a blue peregrine falcon, traced an eerie zigzag in the gale and landed steadily on the top of the warship's highest observation deck.

……

Warships raced through the raging waves of the New World.

As they got closer to the waters of Adewol, the surrounding environment began to become increasingly harsh.

The once azure sea turned into a bottomless black, with howling winds and giant waves crashing against the hull of the warship like a continuous mountain range.

Dark clouds filled the sky, purple lightning flashed through the clouds, and deafening thunderclaps illuminated the sea with each flash.

That was nature's anger.

Kane sat cross-legged atop the watchtower, letting the torrential rain soak him to the bone.

For ordinary people, this is the end of the world.

But for him, this place was paradise.

Every restless particle in the air, every wisp of turbulent airflow, was conveying a message to him.

Nearly.

closer.

"Fifty nautical miles away from contact."