The natural system started off strong, but the navy finally reached its peak!

Gern's words were undoubtedly like a mirror, reflecting things they might not have thought about deeply before.

Or certain facts that you don't want to think about.

Koby's recklessness and the consequences of his "heroic" image seem so glaring at this moment.

In the large ward, only his best friend Bellamer remained, standing by his bedside, holding his hand tightly, looking completely bewildered.

Just then, from behind the curtains that Kizaru had drawn back on the next bed, a slow, slightly embarrassed voice came from behind the curtains.

"Aila la~~"

It's Kizaru.

He seemed to have merely been observing a farce, only now lazily offering his comments.

“I don’t know… why Lieutenant General Garp thought so highly of you back then, and even made an exception to take you under his wing and personally teach you.”

"But as things stand now..."

Kizaru paused, seemingly having found a suitable word.

"You're clearly a... failing student."

"Judging from what you just said, and some of your previous behavior..."

"You're trying to emulate Gern's growth path, aren't you?" Kizaru's voice held a hint of amusement.

"At such a young age, he showed 'specialness,' questioned authority, wanted to forge his own path of 'justice,' and was even willing to clash with the old system..."

"But, you know, Coby..."

Kizaru's voice suddenly turned cold, carrying a warning.

“You don’t have the kind of strength and judgment that Gern showed back in the West Sea… to stand alone.”

"And there's no one like him who can shoulder all the blame no matter how big a mess he makes or how powerful the enemies he provokes."

He has the confidence and ability to solve his own problems, never expecting or dragging others into cleaning up his messes.

Kizaru yawned one last time.

"Insufficient strength, too much ambition, and an inability to see one's own limitations..."

"This kind of guy often gets a lot of people killed, including yourself."

"You'd better watch yourself, young man."

After he finished speaking, there was no more movement from the other side of the curtains, only the sound of even breathing. Kizaru had once again fallen into a state of "rest".

Chapter 631 I will take advantage of the prevailing trend!

Meanwhile, in the Marshal's office.

The door was pushed open silently, and Gern stepped in, his marshal's cloak casually rolled up on his forearm.

The office was brightly lit, and outside the window was a bustling and orderly view of the new Marine Fondo naval port.

Tesoro was standing in front of the large desk, talking quietly to Sengoku, who was sitting at the head of his desk.

Holding a thick stack of documents, he was clearly in the process of handing over or reporting on his work.

Upon hearing the door open, the two looked up simultaneously.

Tezzolo reacted extremely quickly, immediately standing at attention with his body ramrod straight.

He gave a standard naval salute in the direction of Gern, his movements crisp and clean.

"Marshal Gern!"

"Hmm." Gern waved his hand casually, indicating that he didn't need to be so polite.

He didn't intend to go to the main seat behind the marshal's desk, but instead went straight to the large, soft leather sofa next to it.

Somewhat tired, he sat down, even slumping back into the sofa, letting out a long sigh, and falling into a state of "Ge You slouch".

Sengoku, sitting in the main seat, raised his white eyebrows as he looked at Gern's utterly uncouth manners.

Instead of getting down to business, he put down the documents in his hand, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then bluntly complained...

"Gern, you little bastard."

"You didn't... know from the beginning that that old bastard Garp would be left on Beehive Island, did you?"

That's a very direct question.

"You can't say things like that, my former marshal!"

Gern pursed his lips, spread his hands, and feigned innocence, "I didn't expect this either!"

"With Vice Admiral Garp's monstrous strength, even if he can't win, he should be able to escape, right?"

Who would have thought he'd be forcibly detained? Blackbeard wasn't even there at the time.

"Besides Kuzan, what other peerless expert could possibly be there on Beehive Island who could trap him?"

After saying that, Gern slumped even further, even letting out a mock sigh, before switching to a tone that suggested "I'm very responsible."

"If all else fails, how about... I bring Sakazuki back from the park?"

"Let him eliminate the Blackbeard Pirates? Once and for all?"

This proposal sounds menacing, but mobilizing Akainu is out of the question.

"Never mind." Sengoku frowned, put down his teacup, and shook his head. In front of him was intelligence about Blackbeard's attack on Law.

"To be honest, given the current situation, the Blackbeard Pirates are not easy to deal with."

Marshall D. Teach, though arrogant, is a very shrewd man.

Possessing the abilities of two Devil Fruits, especially the bizarre power of the Dark-Dark Fruit.

For those of us who rely on Devil Fruits or Haki in battle, this is a huge problem in itself.

As he spoke, Sengoku felt it was a bit of an exaggeration, so he paused and added, "Of course, he wasn't invincible either."

"However... he's an extremely cautious guy; without absolute certainty or a huge profit..."

They will never easily reveal any weaknesses and will fight us to the bitter end.

Even if we win a full-scale war against him now, the cost will be unbearable, and other powers will benefit instead.

“A cautious fellow…” Gern nodded in approval.

He knew better than anyone the troublesome aspects of the Dark-Dark Fruit; its almost rule-like "ability nullification" was practically a cheat code in top-tier battles.

Fighting Blackbeard is possible, but it's absolutely impossible to emerge unscathed; you might even suffer an unexpected defeat.

That guy is like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows; one move and he's a handful of trouble.

Of course, the most important point is that Blackbeard is definitely not a suitable 'one-on-one opponent'!

“Let’s not talk about Garp for now.” Sengoku changed the subject, his expression turning serious. He leaned forward slightly, staring intently at Gern on the sofa.

"You made too much noise on this trip."

Kaido and Big Mom were both defeated and killed, the Red-Haired Pirates were wiped out by you, and the Revolutionary Army is even worse off—you captured their leader.

"Leaving aside the revolutionary army for now, let's talk about the legacies of the other three 'emperors'..."

Sengoku counted on his fingers, outlining the astonishing results: "We have taken over Kaido's territory (Wano Country and the surrounding area) entirely."

After losing Linlin, the Big Mom Pirates have clearly abandoned all their territory except for the core area of ​​Whole Cake Island, retreating to lick their wounds within the island.

Although Shanks' territory is scattered, it's maintained in his name and style. Now that it's leaderless, it will be relatively easy for us to take over.

With a sharp look in his eyes, he asked the most crucial question:

"With this excellent situation, the navy's influence in the New World has reached an unprecedented level."

"So, what's your next step?"

In response to Sengoku's question, Gern leaned back, completely sprawled on the sofa, and raised his hand to pinch his brow.

She didn't answer immediately, seemingly processing her fatigue or organizing her thoughts.

"What's next?"

A few seconds later, he slowly spoke.

"The next step, of course, is... to stabilize our core base!"

After speaking, Gern lowered his hand and looked at Sengoku and Tesoro.

"Only when we can digest the territory we take in can it truly become our strength."

Wano Country needs time to integrate and transform.

The islands received from Kaido and Big Mom need to have an effective administrative, garrison, and taxation system established.

The red-haired territory, on the other hand, needs to be pacified, vetted, and destabilizing. All of this requires a significant investment of manpower, resources, and time.

“So…” Guern drew out his words.

"We must seize this opportunity!"

"Leveraging the prevailing trend?"

Sengoku and Tesoro listened intently, awaiting his detailed plan.

A smile played on Gern's lips as he sat up straight, his gaze sweeping over the two of them.

"That's right! It is..."

"I want to convene a world conference!"

"Not just the former member states of the World Government!"

"But rather all countries and regions that decide to align themselves with our navy and accept our naval order and protection..."

"Everyone must participate!!!"

"!!!"

Upon hearing this, Sengoku and Tesoro were both stunned, their faces filled with shock!

The teacup in the Warring States period was suspended in mid-air, the tea swaying slightly.

Tesoro's pupils constricted sharply, and he even paused for a moment.

World Conference!

That was the highest-level political conference that the world government had held to maintain its eight-hundred-year rule and to demonstrate its authority as the "sole legitimate government"!

Only the monarchs or supreme representatives of the member states recognized by it are eligible to participate!

Now, Gern is actually going to convene a grand gathering in the name of the Navy, calling on all forces that have pledged allegiance to the Navy, to hold a meeting also called the "World Conference"?!

This is not just a simple matter of "stabilizing the core base"!

This is an open attempt to build a completely new political framework that rivals, or even replaces, the old world government system!

This is a declaration to the world: the navy is not just a military force, but also a new order maker and core!

This is digging up the roots of the world government, and it will be done more thoroughly and more fatally than military independence!

The ambition... is too big!

So grand that even the seasoned Sengoku and the shrewd Tesoro were speechless with awe at this groundbreaking idea.

Chapter 632 Encircling a Great Power with a Small Country

For a moment, the marshal's office fell into a long, almost frozen silence.

Only the faint sounds of military commands coming from outside the window and the ticking of the clock on the wall proved that time had not stopped.

for a long time.

"asshole--!!!"

A roar, suppressed to the extreme, finally erupted, shattering the deathly silence!

Sengoku, who was originally sitting in the main seat, suddenly sprang up like a tiger whose tail had been stepped on!

His tall figure instantly leaped over the large desk, moving so fast that he left an afterimage in the spot!