The finest hunters always patiently waited for the moment with the greatest chance of a successful kill.
Through real-time footage broadcast from the Sabaody Archipelago battlefield and the Grand Line's New World battlefield,
although Roy was now very far from Mary Geoise, he could still keep track of everything happening there in real time.
Most of the World Alliance Army's and the World Government's top combat forces had now gathered at the locations Roy had planned in advance.
Inside a dim command room filled with the glow of countless electronic devices,
Roy sat alone in a specially arranged, relatively quiet corner. Outside, large numbers of researchers moved back and forth, operating Pluton.
Resting his head on one hand and smoking a cigar, Roy watched with relish as the world-renowned overlords who had once shaken the seas clashed fiercely across the enormous screen before him.
Roy's eyes were filled with barely restrained excitement, along with a hint of tension.
After all, for this day,
Roy had prepared for far, far too long.
In his eyes, these world overlords currently fighting across the massive screen would soon become the final sacrifices for his ascent to the throne of King of the World.
But now was not yet the time to reap the harvest.
"Wait a little longer. I still have to wait a little longer. It's about to begin. It's about to begin," Roy, usually so composed, muttered fervently.
As he watched the enormous screen filled with blood and fire, all Roy was waiting for now was the appearance of the World Government's final weapon, Uranus, and Imu.
In truth, the World Government was already being thoroughly suppressed by the World Alliance Army in every aspect, whether troops, supplies, reputation, or otherwise.
Moreover, the World Alliance Army had not even deployed all