After giving Bon Clay his instructions, Roy hung up the Den Den Mushi in front of him.
He stubbed out the cigarette between his lips in the ashtray.
Sizzle!
He lit a fresh cigarette with a match.
Then he took his legs down from the coffee table.
Amid curling smoke, Roy began considering his plan to plunder Fish-Man Island.
Fish-Man Island beneath the Sabaody Archipelago was a fine place, but Roy had no interest in the island itself.
Since Fish-Man Island lay in the deep sea ten thousand meters below, many had coveted it since ancient times, yet almost no one had been able to occupy it.
After all, humans could not survive underwater, and Fish-Man Island beneath the sea was fish-man territory.
Though some human freaks were exceedingly powerful, if the fish-men were driven to the brink—
Once the fish-men burst the bubble enclosing Fish-Man Island—
Even the strongest humans could only wait for death in the deep sea ten thousand meters below.
For that reason, powerful human forces could plunder Fish-Man Island, but hardly anyone dared attempt to occupy it.
It was like the nuclear bombs from Roy's previous life. Their existence was primarily a deterrent; as long as they remained there, no one dared go too far.
Thus, Roy had no interest in Fish-Man Island itself. What interested him were the fish-men living on it.
In Roy's eyes, most fish-men were cowering away on Fish-Man Island, which was simply a blatant waste of their potential.
An ordinary fish-man was ten times stronger than an ordinary human!
And what did that mean?
It meant that if you casually threw any fish-man into a labor-intensive job, his efficiency might exceed a human's by more than tenfold.
What was more, fish-men had no reproductive barrier with humans, could breathe freely