The pinnacle of pirates begins with deceiving fate!

As king, Riku certainly had the right to directly prohibit the existence of ranches and fishing grounds, but this old bastard went around in circles and made John the bad guy.

"They still know how to play political games!"

Muttering to himself, John pushed open the door to the base commander's office and quietly approached the sofa.

As the shadows fell, Junzi looked up and saw the face he had been longing for day and night appear, a strange smile appearing on his face.

"You've arrived."

John's heart trembled at the sweet voice, and then he saw Junzi stand up and open her arms to hug him.

She looked like a girl in love seeing her sweetheart, full of deep affection.

If Junzi's right hand hadn't transformed into an arrowhead bandage in that instant, John would have actually believed it.

"Go to hell, get lost, John!"

Just as his right hand, now transformed into an arrow and bandaged, was about to touch John, Junzi's expression suddenly changed, turning cold and stern.

Faced with the sneak attack, John froze on the spot as if he had been frightened. Junzi caught this moment of stunned silence, which made her extremely proud.

O man!

However, the next instant, the crow that Junzi had ignored, which was perched on John's left shoulder, suddenly raised its foot.

Black flames swirled around him, and he struck first, delivering a heavy kick to Junzi's cold and beautiful face.

The kick was so powerful that Junzi's entire face was caved into his skull; if he hadn't been immortal, he would have died on the spot.

Immediately afterwards, Junzi flew backward and crashed into the wall that John had just released, which had turned black, thus saving the base from being smashed through.

Slammed against the wall onto the dark floor, Junzi raised his head, his shattered face gradually mending and healing under the influence of his immortality.

She stared in disbelief at the crow that was still striking a pose with its leg raised.

She was kicked away by a crow!

Hey! What kind of look is that?

The Yatagarasu was provoked by that incredulous gaze, as if it shouldn't be so powerful.

Instantly, black flame vortexes appeared in its scarlet eyes, staring intently at Junzi who had stood up.

"Immortality? I'll take your soul right now!"

"Guidance for the Soul of the Underworld!"

"okay."

John quickly raised his hand to cover the Yatagarasu's head, preventing the stupid bird from actually killing Junko.

This made Yatagarasu even more dissatisfied. It shook its head and broke free from John's grasp, turning its head to look at him resentfully.

"What do you mean? Is she more important than me?"

"Then you go with her, I'm not going to keep you company!"

As it spoke, it made a gesture as if to spread its wings and fly away, but its movements were incredibly slow, as if giving John a chance to stay.

John was amused by her resentful appearance, and couldn't help but recall the past few days when the silly bird and the mermaids from Atlantis had been discussing romance novels.

He's possessed by a demon!

Then, his gaze fell upon the comic book on the sofa, the cover of which read, "Kill him, and he will remember you forever."

It seems Junzi has become obsessed with romance novels.

They've all gone mad!

John spent the following days playing around with Yatagarasu and Gunko.

More accurately, it should be said that Yatagarasu unilaterally crushed Junko, and the more Junko was beaten, the more unwilling he was to admit defeat, and the more unwilling he was to admit defeat, the more badly he was beaten.

The stupid bird had no sense of chivalry; every time it knocked Junzi down, it would stand on her head, spread its wings, and laugh loudly.

John felt that Junzi's "Shuli" personality was almost back, and she had hidden away and cried several times.

During this time, John went to Egerhead, bypassing all the hidden surveillance Den Den Mushi, and stunned the Vegapunk clone with Conqueror's Haki just as it was about to fall asleep, then injected green blood into the pre-prepared vein.

Green blood will be consumed as abilities are used, but it will also be generated by replenishing food, so the clones will have a very large appetite in the future.

Given that the clone possesses the same intelligence as the original, it will eventually discover that it has been injected with green blood, and may even realize that it is not the original.

John didn't have any good solutions to this, so he could only take it one step at a time.

After connecting with the recording Den Den Mushi on the island to remotely monitor the progress of the clone research, John left.

Head to Ohara and make arrangements in advance for the island's destruction.

Three months later

It was the Celestial Dragons' triennial "study trip" again, and the Marine Headquarters had dispatched a fleet to the Sabaody Archipelago well in advance to carry out escort missions.

Inside the Marshal's office, Garp stood casually in front of his desk, picking his nose and looking around.

"Brother Kong, no matter what you say this time, I will not help those bastards again!"

The words were spoken with great authority, but in a low tone, giving the impression that the speaker was not truly confident.

Behind the desk, with his arms crossed and a cigar dangling from his lips, he was speechless at Garp's deliberate act of shamelessness.

For the safety of the Celestial Dragons, he didn't intend to send Garp this time, and even if Roger interfered, he wouldn't tell the guy.

but……

"John Saint specifically requested that you accompany him to the Western Sea to destroy those historians in Ohara who are trying to peer into the blank century."

"what?!"

Upon hearing this, Garp immediately became serious, his pupils dilating as if he had misheard.

He couldn't believe that the guy who had personally experienced the "God Valley Incident" would collude with the Celestial Dragons.

“You don’t want to go? Fine, I’ll tell John you’re sick.”

Whether Garp wants to go or not, Sora doesn't want Garp to go.

Otherwise, given Garp's personality, he might have started a fight with John Saint on the spot, and if the latter lost, things would get complicated.

"No, I'll go!"

Garp clenched his fists, his expression terrifyingly calm.

He must stop John and wake up that guy who's been corrupted by power!

"Then let's agree on three rules beforehand..."

Just as Kong was about to come up with a backup plan to restrain Garp, he saw Garp turn around and leave angrily.

"Hey! You bastard! Come back here!"

The only answer was the sound of Garp's footsteps as he walked further and further away.

Sora gritted her teeth, weighed her options carefully, and then picked up the Den Den Mushi to call Ootori.

The relationship between Huang and John Saint was no secret. He only hoped that Huang could persuade John Saint not to pursue the responsibility of the naval treason.

Last month, Huang discovered at home that the fruit she had left on the table had turned into Devil Fruits overnight. After eating them, she gained the power of a Mythical Zoan.

The feeling of emptiness is very likely the work of John Saint.

Therefore, John Saint will most likely listen to what Huang says.

Chapter 155 Choose, Garp!

Ohara

The sun shines brightly, the wind whispers, and birds sing.

The enormous, all-knowing tree cast dappled shadows, and a gentle breeze rustled the pages of the book, stirring the girl's shimmering silver hair.

But for some reason, Olbia couldn't concentrate on the book in her hands, feeling as if something important was missing.

This leads to a feeling as if one is in a dream, as if one is not truly alive.

"Something's wrong! A large number of naval warships have appeared on the horizon!"

Suddenly, a cry of alarm came from the shore of the island. The middle-aged scholar, who was fishing during his leisure time, didn't even care about his cherished fishing rod and hurriedly ran into the interior of the island to inform everyone.

In an instant, people who were dozing, washing clothes, cooking, or reading all left the house, and Dr. Clover, who was anxiously gathering on the grass, appeared to give them a solution.

Meanwhile, on the distant horizon.

Ten large warships, far exceeding the size of the Buster Call, sailed in a line, encircling the island called Ohara.

On the deck of one of the warships, John's long blond hair fluttered in the sea breeze, and his Justice coat was whipped around in the wind.

"They have souls too, can you really bring yourself to do it?"

On his shoulder, the Yatagarasu's magnificent black feathers reflected a dazzling array of colors in the sunlight, and its scarlet eyes stared at John as it uttered a profound statement.

John remained silent, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. Yatagarasu lit it with a black flame released from its eyes, and John took a deep drag and exhaled a long plume of smoke.

Yes, he thought of the future "Queen of Pleasure Street," Stussy, who, though a clone, was a real human with a soul.

They were living, breathing lives!

After a long silence, until a cigarette burned out, John suddenly grinned.

"Then I must be a despicable bastard."

There's no good explanation for trying to have your cake and eat it too; you can fool others, but you can't fool yourself.

Next, he will do things that exterminate innocent lives.

"Reporting to the Grand Inspector, a warship is rapidly approaching from behind. Upon reconnaissance by the lookout, it is the Navy's 'Hero' Garp!" A rear admiral stepped forward, saluted, and reported.

Upon hearing this, John nodded, a cold, obscure glint in his eyes.

"Slow down the fleet and wait for the 'hero' to catch up."

"Yes!"

As the order was given, the distance between the dog-headed warship and the fleet rapidly closed, and then a roar that resounded throughout the sea echoed.

"John!!!"