The pinnacle of pirates begins with deceiving fate!

It wasn't until the two steel doors flew to the other end of the warehouse, crashing through the wall and causing a loud bang, that the two finally came to their senses.

Parker and Mass exchanged a glance, both seeing the horror in each other's eyes.

What kind of monster is this?!

Are we still going to make a move or not?

Before Parker could voice his thoughts, the dust cloud in front of him slowly dissipated, revealing a slender figure.

The newcomer made light footsteps, accompanied by a faint, high-frequency "humming" sound, and appeared in front of Parker and Mass as if they had teleported instantly.

Parker felt a strange chill creep over him, as if the "person" in front of him was a killing machine devoid of any emotion, and the sweet, rusty smell of steel made his body tremble uncontrollably.

"Who gave you permission to speak to me in that tone?"

A hoarse, indistinct electromagnetic voice, like that of an old radio, rang out.

The voice was flat and devoid of any emotional fluctuation, yet Parker could clearly sense the arrogance and haughtiness within it.

This feeling is similar to when facing a Celestial Dragon.

No, this guy is even more arrogant than the Celestial Dragons!

"I……"

Parker looked up, about to explain that it was a misunderstanding.

However, what magnified in his pupils was the sole of a raised leather shoe, followed by a sharp pain.

Parker's nose collapsed on the spot, his face was dented beyond recognition, and blood spurted out along with his front teeth.

"Who gave you permission to raise your head? You undeveloped wild monkey!"

Parker was stomped on and rolled on the dusty ground. The unprecedented sense of powerlessness made him feel like a tiny grain of sand in the sea, only able to drift with the tide and unable to muster any thought of resistance.

Mass witnessed the entire process from the sidelines, his mind blank, devoid of any thoughts, only his body's instinctive resistance to fear remaining.

She stood up, her hands hanging by her sides emitting a faint glow as she activated the power of her Devil Fruit.

"Ok?"

Meanwhile, John, far away in a town hotel, raised an eyebrow. The "Mind Network" allowed him to hear the strange energy fluctuations filling the surrounding atmosphere.

"The ability to be bored."

Immediately, John controlled the steel puppet to raise its right hand, turning its palm into a knife and thrusting it into Mass's chest.

puff

Blood splattered as the palm cleaver tore open Massa's chest, piercing through her entire forearm and smashing her spine as it emerged from her back.

The intense pain caused Mass to lose all feeling for it; her eyes were vacant, blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, and she felt herself growing colder and colder.

The world in his eyes grew increasingly gray until he was plunged into complete darkness, losing consciousness and life.

"mass!"

Watching the casually shoved knife back into place, and the lifeless corpse fall to the ground, pushed Parker's fear to its extreme.

This, on the contrary, gave Parker a sliver of courage, and he roared with all his might.

"You damn bastard! What are you doing? It was just a little argument, it's not like you'd kill someone!"

"what?"

The steel doll seemed to have heard a joke, tilting its head to look at Parker.

"Do you think I'm playing some kind of childish game with you? That I can just say 'I lost' or 'I was wrong' and move on after I lose?"

"Foolish wild monkey, the world is cruel; losers are worse than dogs!"

"certainly……"

Suddenly, the steel puppet changed the subject.

"Nothing can be generalized. If you can fail ten times, a hundred times, or a thousand times and still survive, that is also a skill."

"A person can lose countless times while they are alive, but they must absolutely win that one last time!"

"But the problem is..."

The steel puppet paused, then appeared in front of Parker in a flash, grabbed his hair, and lifted him up.

Will you live to see the next one?

"No! Please, don't kill me!"

Ignoring the pain of his hair being torn from his scalp, Parker cried and begged for mercy.

"I have a wife and children waiting for me to come back. Please don't kill me. I'll do anything you ask!"

"That's right! Money! I brought money, you can have it all! Don't kill me!"

"Shut up! You piece of trash!"

The steel puppet suddenly raised its hand and grabbed Parker's chin, rendering him completely speechless.

"I won't argue with you about empathy or the idea that everyone has family. I'll just say something simple."

As he spoke, the Iron Man loosened his grip on Parker's hair and, using only his left hand that was holding his chin, lifted him up close.

The faceless mask emitted an eerie purple light, which was reflected in Parker's extremely constricted pupils.

"The saying goes, 'He who steals a hook is punished, he who steals a country becomes a prince.' Trash like you who traffics people can only be ranked at the very bottom among all criminals."

"That's right, even people like us who make a living through dirty tricks have a hierarchy of contempt among ourselves."

"I, a person who has killed countless lives and dared to covet supreme power, can discriminate against you and trample on you at will, simply because you are the most pathetic 'those who steal hooks are punished'!"

"So stop saying things like 'mere pirates' or 'we're all criminals.' I'm inherently superior to you!"

"..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Parker froze.

The pain subsided at that moment, allowing his consciousness to gradually clear, thus enabling him to more deeply understand the gap between them.

It's not a difference in force, but a difference in thought and consciousness.

The monster before him was not even in the same league as him, a slave trader who took pride in capturing slaves and made a living on a small scale!

"Get lost."

The Iron Man stuffed several transparent plastic bags into Parker's pocket, then violently flung him toward the warehouse door.

"Use the power behind you to capture those greedy guys like Pete, show your worth and make them all your slaves."

"If you can't do it, you slave traders can jump into the sea and feed the fish."

Chapter 29 Give me back my heart!

"Yes……"

Parker fell at the warehouse entrance, rolling more than ten times before stopping. Ignoring his broken body, he forced himself to stand up and limped away hastily.

The steel doll ignored Parker and instead turned its "gaze" to the rusty iron cages.

Raising his hand, the magnetic field rotated, causing the iron cages to drift on the ground, carrying the children inside out of the warehouse and towards the bustling port.

When they get to a crowded place, kind-hearted people will naturally come to their rescue.

Next, the Iron Man walked to a row of black leather suitcases standing on the ground, randomly laid one flat and opened it, revealing stacks of neatly arranged Pele banknotes in the "Heart Web".

The steel puppet then casually picked up a stack of bills from the suitcase, pressed down on one corner of the bills and flicked it, revealing the "banknotes" underneath one by one.

All blank sheets of paper!

"Ah!"

The steel doll sneered, threw away the suitcase and the stack of banknotes in its hand, and turned to leave.

A short while later, John opened his eyes in the town inn.

How can humans, creatures inherently filled with flaws, possibly become better?

John looked down at his hands, reflecting on his recent changes.

Having left the world-renowned circle of Lox, and since escaping the ominous star of fate, he began to deal with minor figures like Morgans, and things started to change...

Arrogant and disrespectful!

They lost all reverence for everything.

"This can't go on." John clenched his fists, his eyes darting around.

He has always believed that his advantage over others lies in his ability to see himself clearly.

How can there be equality of personality if abilities are unequal?

When people possess great force and power, even if they initially have a sincere heart of equality for all living beings, they will gradually be influenced and changed over time.

They will become arrogant and condescending.

This was true of others, and it was also true of John himself!

As for those who dare to pat their chests and say they will not be corrupted, they have not yet experienced the taste of power and force.

When you truly experience the power to cause trouble or even endanger someone's life with a single sentence, you will understand how unequal people are.

Humans are born to be discriminated against.

"But if you stay high and mighty for too long, you'll end up like the Five Elders and Im, losing your drive and eventually being swept away by the tide of time."

"I need to make some changes!"

John stood up from his chair and strode out of the hotel room.

at the same time

Boundary between the Western Sea and the Doldrums

The Treasure slowly transitioned from calm to the turbulent sea, its mast broken and hull leaking, indicating it was severely damaged in battle.

On the deck, Pete and the pirates lay sprawled out, their lips cracked and their pupils bloodshot, utterly exhausted.

In an effort to salvage any treasure that might have fallen into the sea, they spent most of the past two weeks near that island, only having to return when their food and water ran out.