Pirates: It's not a mythical beast, it's a phantom god

"M-President Morgans, is it inappropriate for us to just print the name 'Rocks'?"

"Didn't the World Government already warn us that this name is strictly prohibited from appearing in newspapers again?"

An editor-in-chief looked at the manuscript in his hand and reminded carefully.

"Gah?"

"Who has time to care about this now?!"

"Just let those guys from the World Government eat shit!"

Morgans was holding a pile of photos at this time, and one of the bird's faces was full of surprise, shock and anger, and even the feathers on its body stood up.

Seeing their president's appearance, some editors and ordinary staff around were so frightened that they didn't dare to breathe. They all fell silent and pretended to be busy with their own things.

Snapped!

A thick stack of photos was thrown onto the mahogany table with a loud bang, and the photos scattered in all directions.

“Huh?! This, this is…”

Looking at one of the photos that was thrown in front of him, the editor reached out and picked it up... and then his eyes widened.

Morgans ignored him and turned his head, shouting towards the darkroom:

"The second batch of photos haven't been developed yet?!"

"Is there a problem too?"

"Fei, I'm so sorry! President!"

The staff in charge of developing photos heard Morgans' anxious urging and rushed out with a stack of freshly developed photos.

"President, these are..."

Before the clerk could finish his words, Morgans snatched the photos from his hand and began to flip through them quickly.

As his eyes swept across the photos in his hand, Morgans' expression became more and more ugly.

"Tsk!"

"Damn it!"

"how so!"

Soon, he threw the stack of newly developed photos on the table again.

The staff around carefully glanced at the photos scattered on the table and finally understood why Morgans was so angry.

Among this astonishing number of photos, one or two out of every two are overexposed, and the glaring white light directly covers everything in the entire photo.

"Who took these photos? Come over here and claim them all!"

"As a reporter, you can't even do something as simple as taking a photo!"

"Whoever films something like this needs to mop up a mop and go sweep the toilet!"

"hu~hu~"

Morgans' chest rose and fell rapidly, as if he could not suppress the anger in his heart.

As a journalist, he was able to take so many substandard photos. This is simply an insult to the profession.

"Um, um...President."

"That stack you just threw out was all taken by you yourself."

The clerk in charge of developing photos raised his hand weakly.

"Gah?!"

"Cough, cough!"

"This, this..."

Seeing his president so embarrassed, the editor-in-chief hurriedly offered him a way out.

"Boss, I'm afraid there's something wrong with the camera phone bug."

“Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many overexposed photos.”

He picked out the unqualified photos, which accounted for nearly one-third of all the photos, and lined them up in a row.

"That's impossible. There were also many problems with the photos taken by others before..."

The guy who was developing the photos was about to retort, but he slowly shut his mouth in front of everyone.

"Um……"

Morgans touched his chin with a wing feather and carefully looked at the photos in front of him that were full of white light...

"Um?!"

Suddenly, he saw a photo with a smaller exposure area - it was a long-range photo, and a hint of pink could be seen at the edge of the photo.

It's Big Mom! This is the last photo!

Then Morgans seemed to have discovered something special and immediately looked at all the overexposed photos carefully again.

"hehe!"

"I see."

"It's that golden little devil!"

"President Morgans?"

The editor asked cautiously.

"It's that little girl named La. All the photos of her in there are scrapped!"

Boom!

Morgans slammed the table hard.

"Damn, is this some kind of devil fruit ability?"

This ability is simply full of malice towards these journalists.

"So what do we do now? Just publish the overexposed photos in the newspaper?"

The editor also picked up the photos one by one to check, and found that none of them captured the little girl with golden hair.

"Idiot! How could you possibly put a photo like that in a newspaper?!"

"We are the World Economic News Agency, not some second-rate newspaper! If we publish something like this, where will our reputation and authority be?"

"Yes, sorry!"

Seeing his president’s strong reaction, the editor quickly apologized.

"Whoo~"

"Since there are no photos, let's draw them."

As he spoke, Morgans looked at a short-haired female reporter who was also one of the people who attended the last celebration.

"Hey, Hill, you graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts, right? Go draw that little golden girl."

"I can do it!"

"Eh, eh? Me?"

The young reporter named Hill seemed a little unsure and said timidly:

"But, but I can't remember what that lady looks like."

"Gah?! What are you talking about!?"

"It's impossible to forget the appearance of that little girl once you see her!"

"It's just gold..."

At this point, Morgans suddenly lost his voice. He found that he couldn't remember what Pull looked like no matter how hard he tried...

"President? What are we doing now...?"

This strange phenomenon suppressed Morgans's irritability, and his tone returned to calm.

"Hmm... let's post the pictures of the other two girls. As for this blonde girl..."

"Don't mention her in the newspapers yet. Wait until we get a photo."

[Who is that girl?]

Morgans' keen sense of danger, which he had developed after years of working at sea, made him wisely not to delve into the matter any further. Instead, he turned around, picked up the mop and went into the toilet.

"What are you still standing there for? Everyone who goes to 'Wan Guo' this time, the men will mop the men's restroom, and the women will mop the women's restroom!"

"...Yes! President!"

……

"Damn beasts! They even don't let such a young child go!"

Naval Headquarters, Marshal's Office.

Zefa clenched his fists in hatred and crumpled the newspaper in his hands.

The photos of Ossi and Obe published in the newspaper made him think of the little girl he met in the New World more than half a year ago.

At that time, I had no ability to save her, so I had to leave her alone on that island inhabited by beasts.

Now seeing two girls of similar age, he couldn't help but worry about their safety.

"They actually let such a young child become a cadre... What on earth was Kaido thinking?"

Karp, who was sitting next to him, also stopped eating snacks and looked at another newspaper with a gloomy expression.

Like Zefa, he also thought of Ra.

But when he looked at Osi and Obei's faces in the newspaper, he always felt that they looked a bit like La.

[Is it a coincidence? Or an illusion...]

In short, there was no photo of La in the newspaper, which made him feel a little relieved.

"Okay, Garp, Zephyr, the Marshal didn't call us here this time just for those two little girls."

"Or should we talk about your thoughts on the so-called alliance between Beasts and Big Mom?"

Zhan Guo, who was sitting opposite the two of them, adjusted his round-frame glasses and spoke calmly.

"What else can I say? A mere pirate has the audacity to establish a nation! I'll just wipe them out while I'm chasing Roger."

"It would be difficult for you to deal with Kaido and Big Mom at the same time by yourself."

"I'll go with you then."

Zefa suggested with a bit of selfishness. He wanted to see if he could help the two little girls, Osi and Obe, when the time comes.

After all, judging from the photos, these two are probably less than ten years old. They became pirates probably just because they were bewitched. With his status as an admiral, he should be able to ask for leniency for them.

Just as Zefa was thinking about it, the silent Marshal Sora spoke:

"I'm sorry, I've already asked higher-ups..."

"The Five Elders mean to ignore it for now."

"Huh? Are those five old men crazy?"

"Those remnants of Locke's gang are establishing a nation and forming alliances, making such a big fuss, and we're just going to ignore them?"

"And the last time..."

"Garp!"

Seeing his old comrade getting more and more excited, Zhan Guo had to speak out to stop him.

"Don't make irresponsible remarks about the decisions made by those above you."

Although he agreed with what the other party said in his heart, after all, walls have ears, and no one knew whether that group of elusive CPs had any of their people in the navy.

"cut!"

Garp turned his head away unhappily.

"Ah! Anyway, the meaning from above is that we are not allowed to attack without permission."