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

This is no ordinary storm!

As top agents of the world government, what kind of terrible sea conditions hadn't they seen? But the turbulence before them completely defied the laws of physics, as if an invisible giant hand was maliciously toying with the ship!

Kane remained as steady as a mountain, not even his coat slipping off his shoulders.

He shrugged innocently.

The power of the Storm-Storm Fruit isn't just for fighting and killing. Precisely controlling the ocean currents and air pressure around a warship is incredibly easy for it.

Kane watched with amusement as the two top agents looked disheveled. Half an hour later, the warship finally docked at the port below the Red Line after a violent rocking motion.

The two CP0 officers helped each other down the ship. Their white suits, which represented supreme power, were now stained with filth, and their arrogant aura had vanished.

In contrast, Kane looked refreshed, his coat draped over his shoulders without a single wrinkle.

Board the bubble gondola, soar through the clouds, and arrive at the top of the world—the Holy Land, Mary Geoise.

When you set foot on this land known as the "abode of the gods", you will see roads paved with white jade, and the Pangu City stands like a dream.

Every flower in the garden was in full bloom, the air was filled with the scent of expensive spices, and even the sunlight seemed to have been filtered, becoming soft and sacred.

This place is beautiful.

Beauty built from the blood and flesh of ordinary people all over the world.

On the road, one can occasionally see a few Celestial Dragons dressed in bulky, spacesuit-like outfits, with arrogant expressions, riding slowly on the backs of slaves wearing collars and with blank stares.

Kane's gaze swept over the slaves being used as mounts, and over the golden, purely decorative pistol at the Celestial Dragon's waist, all for show. Only one thought remained in his mind.

'If this were a place like this, a maximum-powered lightning strike would be devastating…'

That disciplinary score would probably crash the system.

Once the thought arose, it could no longer be suppressed. Kane's eyes instantly turned fiery.

The two CP0 agents, who had just recovered, keenly noticed his change in mood and assumed he was intimidated by the majesty of the Holy Land, and sneered inwardly.

You country bumpkin, you're scared out of your wits?

They walked through a long corridor and stopped in front of a giant door engraved with the symbol of the World Government.

"Go inside. The Five Elders are waiting for you there."

"Remember our words."

Kane ignored their warnings, simply straightening his high collar one last time, perfectly concealing his fiery passion.

He pushed open the heavy door and stepped inside.

……

Between power.

The atmosphere here is completely different from the bright sunshine outside.

The heavy curtains blocked out the sunlight, and a few dim rays of light were cast onto the carpet, making the air seem to freeze.

The two CP0 agents leading the way immediately knelt down at the entrance, their foreheads pressed against the ground, not daring to even breathe.

Kane walked alone to the center of the room.

The five figures, some sitting and some standing, each with a different posture, all exuded a terrifying sense of oppression, as if they were at the top of the food chain.

Especially the bald old man (Nasujuro Sei) holding the first generation Kitetsu, even through his glasses, Kane could feel a sharp gaze sweeping over him.

"Kane."

Legal Martial God, Woqiu Lisheng, sat in the center of the sofa, leaning on his cane, his voice aged yet dignified.

"Why don't you kneel when you see us?"

boom--!

The moment the words fell, an invisible Conqueror's Haki mixed with the oppressive aura of someone who had long held a superior position crashed down on Kane like a tsunami!

The CP0 officer at the door trembled and lowered his head even further.

This is the Five Elders' way of showing their power!

They wanted to first break the pride of this young genius, then bestow some favors upon him to make him an obedient dog.

however.

Kane, standing at the center of that terrifying pressure, suddenly blinked.

next second.

"thump!"

Kane knelt heavily on one knee on the smooth, mirror-like floor, his movements swift and decisive, carrying an air of... impatient devotion.

He clasped his hands together, and the resolute and stern expression on his face, befitting a "naval hero," instantly melted away.

Instead, he displayed the excitement of seeing his long-lost father, along with undisguised shrewdness and obsequiousness.

"The Five Elders!!!"

Kane's voice was loud and high-pitched, the last syllable trembling with excessive excitement.

"This humble official...this humble official was simply overwhelmed by the radiance emanating from the five lords, which was like the sun, moon, and stars!"

"For a moment, I even forgot the proper etiquette when meeting a deity. This humble official... is truly guilty of a capital offense!"

The Five Elders: "..."

CP0, kneeling at the door: "..."

A brief silence fell between the immense powers at stake.

Peter Saint, the God of Agriculture, frowned, coughed lightly, and tried to bring the pace back:

"Ahem... Kane, we watched your speech at the award ceremony."

"You said you wanted to be a torch? To be the only light?"

"It's good that young people have ambition, but justice is something else..."

Peter Saint was interrupted by Kane's impassioned voice before he could finish speaking.

"That's a speech! Adults! It's written for those stupid soldiers down there!"

Kane raised his head, his face radiating sincerity, his eyes gleaming with undisguised greed.

"If I don't present myself as noble and righteous, if I don't shout some passionate slogans, how can I fool those peasants into going to the front lines to die? How can I establish my authority?"

"As for justice..."

Kane grinned, letting out a sneer of utter disdain.

"Five Elders, you are all wise men. How much does justice cost per pound?"

The Five Elders: "..."

"I don't know how much justice is worth, and I don't want to know!"

Kane became increasingly agitated as he spoke, as if he had finally found a kindred spirit, and unleashed a torrent of rants:

"I work myself to the bone at Naval Headquarters, acting like a saint every day. What am I doing it for? Isn't it all for promotions and wealth?!"

"Protecting civilians, the dignity of the navy—that's all bullshit! Can those things be exchanged for Pele? Can they let me live in the Holy Land?"

In the end, Kane's eyes gleamed, his gaze fixed intently on the Five Elders, as if he were looking at five mountains of gold.

"So, adults, stop trying to test me with those empty tricks."

"Just tell me directly, what dirty work do you need me to do? And... how much will you pay me?"

"As long as the price is right, let alone justice, I would even go and pluck Marshal Kong's hair right now to entertain you gentlemen, without hesitation!"

The air between those in power was completely frozen.

The five world kings, who had lived for countless years and seen countless heroes and villains, fell into silence at this moment.

They imagined Kane to be like Karp—a stubborn and inflexible man.

I also imagined him to be as stubborn and idealistic as Zephyr.

They had prepared countless follow-up measures.

Coercion, bribery, warnings, sowing discord...

They even had a plan in place for how to use his death to intimidate the Navy after they killed him.

Only...

I never thought of that...

This guy is actually such a pure, untainted...speculator?!

Where is the spirit of the navy?

This guy is practically a born world government lackey!

This...this is fucking...

They didn't even bother to act!

[Ding! Host detected openly desecrating, belittling, and insulting the concept of 'justice' at the world's highest power center, subverting the Navy's core values!]

[Congratulations, host! You have gained 100,000 disciplinary points!]

[Current disciplinary points balance: 397,700!]

Kane maintained that greedy and servile smile on his face, but inside he was roaring with rage:

'I give myself a perfect score for that acting!'

Come on, you old folks, use your dirty money and power to corrupt me! I can't wait!

Chapter 63 Whoever gives me power is my father!

The air in the space between the powers of power seemed to freeze for a full ten seconds.

The expressions on the faces of the Five Elders were truly fascinating.

The blond giant Peter Saint's lips twitched, and he swallowed back the whole barrage of intimidating words he had prepared.