I collect everything in the One Piece world.

However, no matter how anxious Colonel Rat was, the distance between the two naval ships was still decreasing at a visible rate.

"Faster! Faster! Use all the power!" Colonel Rat paced back and forth on the flagship's deck, roaring like an ant on a hot plate.

His face had long lost its previous smugness and scheming; only a deathly pale terror and large beads of sweat remained.

Through his binoculars, he could clearly see the light frigate behind him approaching at an even faster speed, with that damned pirate hunter's ship following closely beside it.

"Those two over there!" Colonel Rat suddenly pointed to two other warships in the fleet responsible for the flanks, his voice shrill and almost cracking: "Turn around! Fire! Bomb them! Stop them! Hold them off no matter what!"

He no longer cared about camaraderie or the navy's reputation. He was willing to sacrifice his comrades' warships as cannon fodder, as long as it delayed the pursuers and bought him time to escape!

"As long as we can hold them off! Hold them off until reinforcements from other branches arrive! Then we'll win!" Colonel Rat waved his short arms, trying to encourage the equally panicked soldiers, and also to bolster his own courage.

"Damn pirate hunters! They don't know what's good for them! We just... we just fired a few rounds of cannon fire, and he's not dead! Why are they being so relentless?!"

Upon hearing this, the adjutant and soldiers standing nearby wore indescribable expressions, and many even secretly curled their lip in disapproval.

Just because someone isn't dead doesn't mean it never happened? What a shameless logic! But nobody dares to mess with them at this time.

However, their shelling was doomed to failure.

Just as the shells were whistling toward the frigate where Mosen was, Mosen, standing at the bow, simply raised his hand calmly.

A few illusory pages flickered, and the incoming shells disappeared silently once again, turning into "ammunition" in his collection.

“Collector! We’ve already reached top speed! But the Rat’s flagship seems to be accelerating desperately as well, and the distance isn’t closing fast enough! And those two warships are blocking our way!” The naval sergeant next to him wiped the sweat from his brow and reported anxiously.

He looked at the cannons of the naval warships pointed at him, and felt a mix of emotions. His resentment towards Colonel Rat intensified; that bastard really wanted them dead!

Mosen gazed calmly at the massive flagship not far ahead and the two warships attempting to block his path from the flanks.

"It's alright, this distance is enough," he said calmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a sticker with the words "Sand Fruit" on its edge, resembling flowing yellow sand, appeared in Mo Sen's palm. He raised his hand and slapped it, and the sticker turned into a stream of light and disappeared into his chest.

In an instant, a strange change occurred!

Mosen's lower body suddenly disintegrated, turning into countless dry, golden grains of sand!

These grains of sand were not scattered, but rather seemed to be alive, surrounding and supporting his upper body, making a soft rustling sound as the sea breeze blew.

Chapter 81, Shasha's Ability, Dried Rat (Seeking first subscription!)

"This...this is?!" The naval sergeant and soldiers beside him stared in disbelief. This was a bizarre ability they had never seen before!

Ignoring their astonishment, Mosen maintained his strange posture of a human upper body and a sand-like lower body, and floated lightly from the deck of the frigate as if weightless.

At the same time, he waved his hands repeatedly, and several "Cannonball" stickers were instantly activated!

"Boom boom boom!"

The shells accurately hit the rudders, masts, and parts of the gun emplacements of the two warships that were trying to block them.

With sawdust flying everywhere, the two warships immediately lost most of their power and attack capabilities. Their hulls tilted and they spun around on the sea, no longer able to pose an effective obstacle.

Meanwhile, Mosen used the recoil from one of the cannonballs fired backward to propel a stream of sand backward from his sand-covered lower body. Like a cannonball, he streaked across the sea at an astonishing speed and sped toward the flagship where Colonel Rat was!

"My God! What's going on?!" the naval soldiers on the flagship cried out in terror.

Colonel Rat was terrified. He watched helplessly as Morsen turned into sand and, in a way that defied common sense, traversed the considerable distance across the sea in just a few breaths, crashing down onto the deck of his flagship.

"Fire! Fire now! Stop him!" Colonel Rat's voice had completely changed as he scrambled to hide in the cabin.

But it was too late.

"puff!"

Golden grains of sand, like a living waterfall, cascaded down from mid-air, quickly gathering and shaping on the deck, and in the blink of an eye, they reformed into the complete form of Morsen.

He dusted off non-existent dust, his cold gaze already fixed on the rat colonel who was preparing to escape into the cabin.

Colonel Rat froze. He slowly turned around and looked at Morsen, who was standing close at hand. His lewd face was filled with extreme fear and disbelief, and his eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets.

"What...what's wrong with you?! This Devil Fruit power?!" he shouted incoherently, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Mosen had no interest in answering, only coldly uttering a few words: "I have no interest in answering questions."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his right arm, and his entire arm instantly turned into flowing yellow sand, sweeping towards Colonel Rat like a giant golden python.

"No! No!" Colonel Rat screamed like a pig being slaughtered, and turned to run away.

But compared to the speed of the sand currents controlled by Morsen, his speed was as slow as a snail.

The giant yellow sand python instantly wrapped itself tightly around Colonel Rat, then tightened its grip, lifting him into the air like a dumpling.

"Ugh!" Colonel Rat's eyes rolled back as he was being strangled, feeling as if his bones were about to be crushed. The fear of death completely overwhelmed him.

"Spare me! You can't kill me! I'm a naval captain! Killing me is a serious crime! The World Government will not let you get away with this!" he threatened, his voice already trembling with fear.

Seeing that Mosen's eyes remained unmoved and the yellow sand was still tightening, he could no longer care about face or position, and pleaded with Xu Nuo, tears streaming down his face:

"I was wrong! I was wrong! Forgive me! I can help you! I can help you destroy those fishmen! I know all of Arlong's secrets!"

"Money! I have money! Lots of money! It's all yours! I only want 10% of the bounties for Creek and Aaron! No! It's all yours! I don't want a single cent!"

"Ugh!"

Mosen's gaze remained unwavering, filled only with cold disgust. He couldn't bear to utter a single word to this scum who was corrupt, colluded with pirates to oppress civilians, and even on the verge of death, tried to save his life with benefits and threats.

"Go to hell and keep your Pele company," Morsen whispered, his power to control the sandstorm suddenly shifting!

It's no longer just about squeezing, but about dry extraction!

One of the Sand-Sand Fruit's abilities is to absorb water!

The yellow sand enveloping Colonel Rat instantly became extremely dry and highly absorbent, frantically drawing every last drop of moisture from his body!

"Hah...hah..." Colonel Rat's screams came to an abrupt halt. His eyes widened, his eyeballs quickly sunken and lost their luster, and his skin visibly lost its color, turning ashen, dry, and wrinkled...

In just a few breaths, a living naval captain was transformed into a mummy with a hideous face, as if he had been weathered in the desert for decades, right before the horrified eyes of all the naval soldiers!

The sand that had formed from Mosen's arm loosened.

"Pfft."

The light, dehydrated corpse, like a piece of driftwood carelessly discarded, fell onto the hard deck.

Snap... Splash...

The dry, brittle bones and torso shattered into several pieces upon impact, even raising a little grayish-white dust.

The once well-fitting naval captain's uniform now hung loosely on his emaciated body, looking both ridiculous and terrifying.

On the deck, there was a deathly silence.

All the naval soldiers, whether officers or ordinary sailors, were pale and stiff, as if they had been frozen in place.

They stared at the pieces of "dead wood" on the ground that had once belonged to their highest-ranking officer, and then at the expressionless, black-haired youth who was slowly restoring his sand-covered arm to its original state. An overwhelming fear enveloped the entire deck.

This man actually dared to kill a naval captain! And in such a horrific way!

Mosen's gaze slowly swept across the faces of every naval soldier on the deck.

"Clang!"

"Pfft!"

It's unclear who started it, but the sound of weapons falling onto the deck rang out one after another.

Immediately afterwards, almost all the naval soldiers knelt down in unison, heads bowed, not daring to meet Morsen's gaze.

They showed no intention of resisting, and no one was even angry about Colonel Rat's death or wanted revenge.

To be honest, this whole mess was caused by Colonel Rat himself from beginning to end.

These low-ranking soldiers were simply following orders to go to sea, and then they were inexplicably hunted down...

Even now, seeing this greedy and shameless boss die in such a tragic way, many people even feel a twisted sense of pleasure and relief.

That damn guy is finally dead! Although he was killed by someone even more terrifying.

Mosen looked at the kneeling navy soldiers, said nothing, and his figure once again turned into yellow sand and disappeared on the deck.

After a moment, the naval soldiers dared to raise their heads, and at the same time, they breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that this terrifying "collector" has no intention of exterminating these obedient lackeys.

When they stood up again and looked out at the sea, Morsen's ship had already disappeared into the ocean.

Chapter 82, The Cruel Reality: We're Partners!

A gentle sea breeze carried moisture from the distant ocean. The adventure team's ship resumed its steady voyage, its course remaining firmly set towards Cocoyasi Village.

The atmosphere inside the cabin was somewhat somber.

Nami sat at the table, her short orange hair slightly disheveled from her own rubbing. Her usually bright and mischievous eyes were now veiled with anger and belated pain.

"So... the reason why Alon and his gang have been able to entrenched themselves in Cocoyasi Village and bully us with impunity is because that damned naval captain is backing them up?!"

Nami clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force, her voice filled with suppressed resentment and a barely concealed tremor.

She has been tirelessly playing the role of a lone thief, desperately trying to raise the seemingly impossible goal of 100 million Berries.

She thought that as long as she raised enough money, she could "buy" back the village and her freedom from Arlong. She thought the navy hadn't taken action because Arlong and his gang were hiding too well.

She had even fantasized that one day a "righteous" navy would suddenly appear and wipe out the Arlong Pirates. But now, the bloody truth was laid bare before her.

It wasn't that Ah Long was good at hiding it; it was blatant collusion and corruption!

That naval captain, who was supposed to protect the people, became the dragon's protector, turning a blind eye to and even condoning the fish-men's enslavement and exploitation of the villagers, all for his own personal gain!

“No wonder…no wonder they were so arrogant and fearless…” Nami muttered to herself, her last shred of hope for “naval justice” shattered.

Instead, there is a chilling feeling of being deceived and betrayed, and a self-deprecating laugh at one's past naiveté.

Bellmere was also in the navy, so why are some navy personnel respected while others are not even considered human?

Seeing the anger and disappointment in Nami's eyes, Robin gently put down her book, walked over and sat down beside her, gently putting her arm around Nami's shoulder and offering silent comfort.

Having experienced so much darkness, she could better understand Nami's feelings at this moment. The disillusionment of discovering the ugly truth behind all that she had persisted in and understood was not easy to bear.

Mosen walked up to Nami, reached out and ruffled her hair, smoothing out her messy strands: "It's all in the past. That rat hiding in the gutter has been turned into 'dried rat.' Next, it's the turn of those fish-man scum."

“That’s right!” Bakara chimed in, hands on her hips, her face filled with righteous indignation: “Whether they’re marines or pirates, as long as they dare to block our path or bully our navigators, we’ll wipe them all out!”