"Greetings, fellow pirates! I'm actually one of your crews. I'm the captain of the newly formed Tinplate Pirates. Nice to meet you all."
Seeing Wapol's almost obsequious behavior, completely unlike that of a ruler, Dalton closed his eyes in anguish. At this moment, he only wanted to die with dignity. Wapol's actions only brought shame to the Drum Kingdom and made him ashamed to be a member of this country.
"Oh? Is that so? But I must remind you, there's no room for sentimentality among pirates, only naked slaughter. What I love most about my fellow pirates is their desperate cries before they die." Roy licked his lips, looking like a perverted killing maniac.
"No, no, no, it's a misunderstanding. I am actually the King of the Drum Kingdom. Since you have come from afar, it is I who should entertain you." Wapol was quite frightened and quickly changed his words.
"No problem, no problem. Actually, I came here today mainly to borrow a few things from His Majesty the King." Roy's easygoing manner made Wapol's heart, which had been in his throat, finally settle back into his chest.
"Hahaha, Captain Roy, take whatever you want, don't be shy with me." Wapol said with great magnanimity, but in reality, he was in excruciating pain. Although he didn't know what Roy wanted, whatever it was, his heart was bleeding. He was always the one who wanted other people's things, when did it become someone else's turn to take his things?
He silently noted Roy down in his little notebook, thinking that after this, he must go to the World Government and complain to the Navy.
"Oh? Then I won't stand on ceremony. First of all, your castle is quite nice, so I'll gladly accept it." Roy wasn't deliberately trying to put him down; after all, the injury would take at least four or five days to heal, and recuperating in the castle was better than staying in a tent.
"Wh-what?" Wapol's terrifyingly large mouth widened, completely unexpected that Roy had such a big appetite, taking away his castle with just one word.
More importantly, what does he have left without the castle? Could it be that Roy is after his status as king?
"What, you're not willing?" Roy's eyes narrowed, his expression looking quite dangerous.
"No, I... I'm willing." Wapol's face was ashen as he squeezed out the words as if he were playing toothpaste.
His mind had just suffered a critical hit of 10,000 points, and his rage was almost off the charts. He could only keep comforting himself. "The world is so beautiful, yet I am so irritable. This is not good, not good... Not good my ass! Just wait, I, King Wapol, will definitely take my revenge."
When Roy heard Wapol say "I do" to him, he felt incredibly nauseous. How could he just say those three words so casually?
"Since His Majesty the King is so generous with the castle, then he might as well give me his life as well." Roy looked at Wapol with a mocking gaze, causing his blood to first freeze in despair, and then erupt like a volcano.
"Damn it, how dare you play me like this?" Wapol completely let loose. After all, he was a cruel man. He had previously been afraid of Roy's fearsome reputation, but now that he had been tricked like this, anger finally took over.
"That's right, I was just messing with you." Roy suddenly felt something was off. Why did Wapol seem like a good guy and he was the villainous boss? Well, okay, he's not exactly a good guy.
Wapol flew into a rage, then suddenly noticed a man and a deer staring at him with hatred in the crowd. Ohm what was happening and became even more indignant. "So you've come to avenge that lousy doctor! How despicable! What kind of good Samaritan are you, a heinous pirate? I am the king, I am the one on the side of justice!"
Roy looked at him with a puzzled expression. "I said, are you misunderstanding something? Whether you're a righteous person or not has Beli to do with me, right? I'm a pirate, you know. You should save those kinds of words for the Navy. Uh, sorry, I forgot, you don't have a future anymore."
"Since we have no grudges against each other, why did you do this to me?" Wapol's face was full of grief and indignation, and anyone who didn't know better would think that he had suffered a great injustice.
"Oh, let me ask you this: what reason do you need to kill a civilian?"
"Huh? Of course not," Wapol replied matter-of-factly.
"Then what is the purpose of making laws?"
"Of course, it's for fun."
"See, you already know the answer, so why are you asking me? I don't need any reason to kill you. If you really want to know, just consider it as me doing it for fun." Roy spread his hands, looking completely innocent, which made Wapol feel so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit blood.
"Damn it, I am the noble king, how could I be like those lowly commoners?"
"That makes it even more fun. What could be more interesting than killing a king?" Roy's words were chilling. "Actually, I quite admire your style. Justice and evil are nonsense. What is justice? Power is justice. You are stronger than others, so your words are the law, the justice. And I am stronger than you, so my words are justice."
Faced with Roy's fallacious reasoning, Wapol was speechless, his mouth agape, and for the first time in his life, he began to doubt his own actions.
Just as Wapol was questioning his existence, Roy stretched out his right hand from afar, spread his five fingers, and slowly clenched them together.
Dream Domain: Oppression.
An invisible pressure suddenly descended upon Wapol, causing him to scream in agony. Under this force, he couldn't even move his body and could only watch as his massive body was slowly kneaded and crushed into a sphere.
Knowing he had no chance of survival, Wapol desperately uttered a final curse at Roy, "You damned demon, just you wait! You'll be killed at will by someone stronger than you, just like me! You'll be punished by what you consider justice!"
Bang!
Wapol was squeezed into a ball of flesh by a powerful external force.
"That's why I pursue power at all costs. The life and death of the weak can only exist in the mind of the strong. This kind of era is too sad. If only the strongest person can define the rules of the world, then that person can only be me."
Roy was naturally unaffected by Wapol's last words. His greatest strength always lay in his own heart. No matter how rugged the road or how good or bad the outcome, he would only continue along the path he had set for himself, never turning back.
Hiriluk said the whole kingdom was sick, but in Roy's view, it was actually the whole world that was sick. Therefore, Roy never questioned right or wrong in his actions; the fault lay not with people, but with this chaotic era, this disorderly world.
Kureha looked at Roy with a wary gaze. Although she appreciated everything Roy had done, she felt that this man was far too dangerous. His values were incredibly twisted, and the most terrifying thing was that he never thought he was wrong.
This kind of person is more terrifying than so-called madmen, thugs, or demons. He is well aware of the consequences of everything he does, and if he cannot bring about a new life for the world, he will bring about its destruction.
In Kureha's view, as long as Roy doesn't perish halfway, the ocean is destined to be stirred by him; he will be a man who can influence the course of the world.
"Who was the last person like that? It seems to have been that brat named 'Roger,'" Kureha said, downing her plum wine in one gulp, her gaze distant.