Pirates: How Many Divisions Do the Five Elders Have? Aren't You an Outdoor Streamer?

Before he knew it, Ma Qiao had been in this world for twenty-six years.

At this age, Naruto Uzumaki has already saved the world and become a candidate Hokage, and King Luffy has probably already become the Pirate King.

But when Ma Qiao looks back, his life has been remarkably uneventful.

He simply owns assets worth tens of billions of Beli and spends the New Year with his lovely students.

There's also the worrying issue of disruptive internal harmony.

This is the second New Year since the founding of Shurima City.

However, Shurima was just a small town, with recruitment sites everywhere to house displaced people.

And now, this pearl in the desert has finally blossomed.

People decorated their homes with lanterns and colorful streamers, and sang and danced to welcome the New Year.

The children wore beautiful new clothes, while the adults put aside their usual busy lives and enjoyed a joyful moment.

Even the production lines of the Big Bird Consortium have come to a standstill.

Wearing blue work clothes and a yellow safety helmet, Kuro stood on the bustling streets of Shurima, exuding a sense of surreal absurdity.

When he was still Captain Kuro, he had imagined himself sailing the Grand Line.

Whether it was magnificent, dramatic, or even tragic, all sorts of scenes had been etched into my mind.

But he never imagined that he would appear on the Grand Line as a model worker.

Even being sent to a naval prison as a prisoner felt more real than what was happening before my eyes.

"Come on, Poophead, stop looking like a country bumpkin who's never seen the world before!"

Usopp, the security team captain who was also selected as an outstanding employee, patted Kuro on the shoulder:

"The conglomerate headquarters has prepared a grand banquet for progressive individuals like us; we must make a good impression on the leaders!"

"Speaking of which, as a model worker, it's one thing to wear work clothes, but why did you even bring a safety helmet? Poophead, should we go to the shopping street ahead and change into something else?"

Kuro quickly shook his head at Usopp's suggestion.

Roger's son.

Those corrupt navy officers, bloated with greed and greed, who killed innocent people and claimed credit for their crimes, have yet to reclaim the mud they've slung at themselves!

A stylish work uniform and a sturdy safety helmet—only this kind of attire can bring Kuro a sliver of sense of security.

After all, let alone others, even Kuro himself would find it hard to believe when looking in the mirror that the man with the thick arms in front of him was the once-renowned Captain Kuro.

"No, that's not the life I want. I don't want to spend my whole life working on an assembly line, like a screw!"

Kuro told himself this more than once.

But as he prepared to pack his bags and bid farewell to the foolish industrial park, an unexpected event occurred.

A large-scale crackdown on organized crime and the elimination of pirates, organized by the East Blue 16th Branch, has been launched across the entire East Blue Sea.

It all started when an idiot named Galdino beat up a legendary Celestial Dragons.

In response to the directives from higher authorities, Commander Twitch of the 16th Branch made the decision to ensure that each level took charge and implemented the directives, launching a swift and decisive operation in the East Blue.

Warships bearing Root Division insignia of the Pirates sailed the high seas, further shrinking the already cramped living space for the pirates.

Kuro originally intended to seek refuge with Captain Gangplank, the Shigure of the East Blue, but he refused the invitation from the Shichibukai of the Sea and, under the instigation of the Revolutionary Army, attacked several welfare homes in the East Blue with World Government ties, thus incurring the World Government's wrath.

Ultimately, Gangplank had no choice but to flee to the New World and join the Whitebeard Pirates.

According to related news reports, Gangplank hugged Edward Newgate's thick legs and wept bitterly.

"I have wandered for half my life, only regretting that I have not met a wise ruler. If you do not abandon me, I am willing to become your godfather!"

After hearing this, Whitebeard laughed heartily and happily accepted his new son.

But this made things difficult for Kuro.

The powerful figure that Kuro wanted to latch onto ended up being someone else's crutch, while he himself was simply incapable of venturing into the Grand Line on his own, let alone going to the New World to find a powerful figure.

Therefore, Kuro could only accept his fate and temporarily submit to the protection of the Big Bird Consortium.

Unexpectedly, he worked his way up to first place in piecework, and his quality control pass rate was extremely high.

Workshop foreman Koby further called on everyone to learn from their colleague Poophead, to be unafraid of hardship and fatigue, and to work hard to contribute to the bright future envisioned by Mr. Ma Qiao.

Bang!

Lost in thought, Kuro felt as if she had bumped into a wall.

However, his cat-like agility, honed over many years, allowed him to perform a light backflip as he fell, landing smoothly...

He lay face down on the ground.

Because Hundred Plans Kuro's mind is just as sharp as his Third Brother's.

In mid-air, he thought of his current identity, so he changed his body position, making himself fall hard like an awkward commoner.

A very tall, Masked Man looked down at him.

The mask obscured his expression, but a hint of faint doubt flickered in his eyes.

Kuro swallowed hard, pulling his helmet down even lower to try and cover his face.

"Friend, I'm sorry!"

The tall man reached out his hand.

"It doesn't matter!"

Kuro grasped the man's hand and used it to stand up.

But whether it was just his imagination or not, when they shook hands, Kuro felt that the man was very cold; his palm was so cold it didn't seem like a human's temperature.

"What's your name, brother?" the Masked Man asked.

"Klahadore..."

Just as Kuro was about to answer, Usopp, his mouth stuffed with food, ran over.

"Poophead, the food here is so plentiful, and it all tastes great! Would you like to try these three-colored meatballs?"

As he spoke, Usopp shoved a handful of dumplings into Kuro's Barry.

"Hello, Poophead, that's a very nice name."

Kuzan nodded. "I also like your fashion sense."

Kuro: "..."

Usopp noticed the Masked Man had suddenly appeared.

"Huh? Uncle, you..."

"Are you one of the top 100 streamers invited by the Big Bird Consortium?"

Kuzan was taken aback. He had assumed the strange, long-nosed man was curious about his mask.

Unexpectedly, this long-nosed man's eyes lit up as he stared at the small metal tag hanging around his neck.

Kuzan answered instinctively:

"If by 'streamer' you mean the person who interacts with people in the live stream, then yes, I am a streamer, and I've been streaming for over three months."

"What? You've only been streaming for three months and you already have 200,000 followers?"

Usopp's eyes widened in disbelief.

Kuzan nodded, and couldn't help but shudder as he recalled the more than one hundred days and nights he had been coerced by that old scoundrel Garp.

"To get a fan badge in just three months and be invited to the Shurima, you're amazing, man!"

Usopp's eyes widened as he recounted the remarkable features of the small metal plaque as if it were a treasure trove of knowledge.

"Only top streamers with over 200,000 followers receive this kind of fan badge!"

"I also tried becoming a story-focused content creator, but after persisting for more than half a year, I still only have a handful of followers!"

Usopp glanced enviously at Kuzan, who was awkwardly standing there, and used his shamelessness to inquire:

"Uncle, may I ask what channel you're a host on? Are you into outdoor sports? Do you have any tips for becoming a top host? Could you tell me?"

Faced with a barrage of questions, Kuzan was speechless for a long time before finally answering.

"If you want to become a top streamer, my advice is to find a veteran to mentor you..."

After saying that, Kuzan covered his mask tightly and hurriedly left.

"What a strange old man!"

Usopp shook his head. "Look how fast he runs, it's just like youth fading away in the sunset! I think he must be an outdoor sports broadcaster!"

The Nefertari Royal Family cemetery.

Compared to the bustling and prosperous royal capital, or the ever-changing Shurima.

This vast area, located due north between the two, appeared so quiet and peaceful.

Evening drums and crows in the cold; short grass and tall weeds.

Cobra held the bottle, reeking of alcohol.

Today is the annual ancestral worship day for the Nefertari Family.

Two years ago, Alabasta was hit by Drought.

Cobra then prayed at his ancestors' graves for favorable weather and abundant harvests for the country.

And now, just as Cobra wished, Alabasta has indeed recovered its former rainfall, and has even seen an increase.

Especially in the northeastern region centered on Shurima, the horses gallop towards the direction of the "Jiangnan beyond the Great Wall."

Cobra knew he should be happy, but he just couldn't feel happy.

Because for almost a year, he hardly dealt with state affairs.

To be precise, he did not express concern for the country and its people in the palace, did not strike a pose of deep remorse, and did not repent for his incompetence before the people of the whole country.

He didn't do any of the aforementioned superficial projects.

But then it suddenly started raining.

The country has also returned to its previous normal order and vitality.

Of course, Cobra's idea of a normal order meant that the people lived poor but happy lives, the bandits ran rampant as always, the royal family's benevolence was widely praised, and the entire country was considered a model among the World Government Member States.

This is the era of great peace and prosperity that kings throughout history have sought.

"Ancestors, why is everything alright even though I did nothing?"

"The more diligent I am, the more the country falls apart and teeters on the brink of collapse!"

Wow--Wow--

The only response he received was the unpleasant cawing of crows under the setting sun.

Cobra embraced the portrait of his ancestor and wept bitterly.

However, just then, two young figures, their shadows stretched long, walked over from a distance, chatting and laughing.

"So, Vivi, are you sure that offering tribute to the royal tombs at the end of each year is a well-known custom among the ordinary people of Alabasta?"

"That's right, that's exactly how ordinary people celebrate the New Year in Alabasta!"

"But... there's not a soul in sight here..."

Ma Qiao shrugged helplessly.