Shirou's Thirty Million Avatars

Thinking about what happened during the day, Tsukimi Shirou couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

While shopping with Lala, he suddenly ran into the Female Class President, who was playing with her classmates.

A few words later, his passive skill Divine Fall suddenly activated, instantly colliding with the Female Class President.

When he opened his eyes, he was lying on her chest, his hands under her skirt.

At that moment, before Lala could say anything, Sastin suddenly jumped out with a group of Suit Men, loudly condemning him:

"Doing something like this to betray Lady Lala before even getting married—what will happen after the wedding?"

As a result, Lala's gaze turned a bit strange.

Afterward, Tsukimi Shirou spent a lot of effort to explain himself clearly.

"With Life Return-level physical techniques, you still can't control your body?" Celestial Dragon Shirou teased. "Could it be that your body's instincts and subconscious are making you do it?"

That kind of talk was practically saying, "You're a natural-born pervert."

Of course, Tsukimi Shirou wouldn't admit to that:

"Impossible! It's all the fault of the Great Cosmic Will—the Earth made me fall."

"Hahaha... The Earth says: I'm not taking the blame for this." Celestial Dragon Shirou laughed uncontrollably.

Pirate World.

After finishing today's gathering and returning to his cabin on the ship, Shirou picked up a snack from the desk. Just as he opened his mouth, a new memory suddenly appeared in his mind.

'Found Dragon? Good. This time, I'll go myself.'

Since leaving Jaya Island, Shirou had split off numerous Water Clones that could only last a month, sending them across the Four Seas to search for Monkey D. Dragon's trail.

Now, he had finally found him.

The target was currently in the East Blue. Though not on his planned route, it wasn't far off.

"Water Clone Jutsu!"

Another Shirou appeared out of thin air, sat down at the desk, and nodded slightly:

"You go. I'll handle things here."

"Then I'll leave it to you. Remember, don't cause trouble."

"You don't even trust yourself? That's a bit stingy, isn't it?"

"Enough. I'm off."

Shirou opened the window, leaped lightly, and shot straight into the sky.

"Mimicry—Slime King Form."

Compared to the Celestial Dragon cub form, the Slime King Form was more suitable.

First, it wouldn't attract attention.

Second, its shorter height was more comfortable for daily habits than the towering Acunologiya form—no awkwardness.

Of course, the latter was the main reason.

Meanwhile, on the deck.

Noticing Shirou leaving through the air, Borsalino furrowed his brow slightly and thought to himself:

Where's he going in the middle of the night?

And clones, transformations—he really has all sorts of strange abilities.

What kind of Devil Fruit could grant so many powers?

Borsalino pondered briefly, then secretly followed.

Of course, to avoid being detected, he kept his distance and didn't get close.

East Blue, the dock of a certain island.

In his Slime King Form, Shirou sped here and immediately noticed the hooded man on the deck below.

From this bird's-eye view, at first glance, he was hard to recognize.

"Monkey D. Dragon!"

Dragon slowly looked up, staring at the blue-haired "girl" hovering in the sky, a strange feeling rising in his heart.

With a gust of wind, Dragon's body rose into the air, floating opposite the blue-haired "girl."

"Navy? CP0?"

"Neither. Mimicry—Acunologiya."

Shirou focused his mind, and his body suddenly transformed into the Black Dragon King form.

"So it's you! The Adventurer's Guild's president. That form isn't your real body either, is it?" Dragon probed. "Why did you establish the Adventurer's Guild? Just to consolidate the Bounty Hunters?"

"Narrow! Far too narrow!" Shirou shook his head slightly. "This world has long since rotted. It needs a thorough, complete upheaval. What do you think it takes to remake it?"

"Remake..."

Dragon mulled over the word, his eyes gradually brightening.

To utter such a term—this man before him might well be a kindred spirit.

"A loose organization like the Adventurer's Guild can't achieve what you call remaking the world."

"Of course. The Guild wasn't founded to replace the Marines, but to eradicate pirates." Shirou paused. "Admittedly, pirates do help chip away at the World Government, but even after that, the world would remain unchanged."

Author's Note on Going Paid

Section 63: Author's Note on Going Paid

This note should have gone up yesterday—I forgot. Making up for it today.

No grand declarations. I can't promise a final word count, but I will give Shirou an ending.

As usual, I'm asking for subscriptions. They determine how far this book goes.

For those who like to stockpile chapters, please check in now and then. Leave it too long, and it'll wither away.

That's all.

Chapter 63: The Big Move: I Have a Dream

Section 64: Chapter 63: The Big Move: I Have a Dream

Dragon furrowed his brow slightly but didn't interrupt. He gestured for Shirou to continue.

"Have you ever imagined what a new era would look like?"

A faint smile curled at the corner of Shirou's mouth as he spoke, thinking as he went:

"I have. The elderly have someone to rely on, the young have someone to raise them, and no one in the world dies of hunger."

"Before the law, everyone is equal. No one stands above it—even the highest ruler, if they break the law, must face strict punishment."

"Across the seas, there are no more pirates, those villains steeped in evil. Instead, there are adventurers who explore everywhere and help others."

"I've imagined that one day, all people are born equal."

"I've imagined that one day, the son of a former slave and the son of a former Celestial Dragon sit together, sharing brotherhood."

"I've imagined..."

By the time he finished, Dragon seemed to see that incomparably beautiful future before his eyes.

After a long silence, he thought to himself:

Indeed, I've been too narrow.

I only thought of overthrowing the World Government, even borrowing pirates' strength along the way, but never imagined what a new era would look like.

Even if I succeeded, the Revolutionary Army might just become the next World Government.

"This... if it could truly come to pass, even just a glimpse of that future would make dying worth it. But can such a new era really be achieved?"

"Of course!" Shirou answered without hesitation. "Our enemies may be strong, but we are stronger!"

"How so?" Dragon mused. "Forgive me for saying this, but aren't you underestimating the World Government?"

"I'm not underestimating them—you're overestimating them. In truth, the World Government is a paper tiger."

Seeing Dragon's confusion, Shirou spoke slowly:

"The Adventurer's Guild is just the first step. The second is to conquer the Four Seas and spread our ideology."

"The key to revolution is to reduce the number of enemies and increase the number of allies."

"If all the member nations of the World Government betray it, and the non-member nations stand with us, then as long as the Marines stay neutral, the Gorosei and the CP Organization are just empty shells."

Dragon nodded thoughtfully. This was similar to his own approach all along.

But compared to Shirou's clear, targeted plan, he himself had only aimed to overthrow the World Government without a more detailed strategy.

"Do you have a more concrete arrangement?"

"Yes. I've heard that the Goa Kingdom is hailed as the most beautiful country in the East Blue. But in truth, that country is built by casting out everything deemed unnecessary—a castle in the air atop a mountain of discontent."

Shirou paused, then smiled.

"No need to do much. Just a gentle push, and that country will collapse on its own."

"What the World Government needs is the Celestial Gold. As long as the gold keeps flowing, it's easy to fool them for a few years."

"In those few years, we train elite officers and administrative personnel, ensuring that when the World Government falls, we have enough hands to take over everything."

"One Goa Kingdom alone is far from enough."

"But across the seas, there are plenty of countries like Goa."

"Secretly take control of one country after another, train a new generation of soldiers, and when the time is right, destroy the Gorosei and the CP Organization, then turn the Navy..."

Dragon pondered for a few seconds, nodded slightly, then shook his head again:

"No, the CP Organization is everywhere. Even if the early stages go smoothly, one traitor would immediately bring a joint crackdown from the Navy and the World Government."

"The CP Organization is formidable, but not as exaggerated as you think. As long as we don't raise the banner of revolution, they'll just see it as normal internal changes within the member states. It's no problem to keep it under wraps for a few years."

With that, Shirou paused and quickly formed hand seals:

"Transformation Technique!"

The next moment, Shirou transformed into Dragon's likeness.

"Transformation Technique!"

This time, he became Borsalino.

Shirou canceled the technique, reverting to Acunologiya's mimic form, and said with a smile:

"I can split into tens of thousands of clones, each capable of transforming into someone else's appearance."

"That way, manipulating any country becomes effortless."

"Without resorting to violent overthrow, the CP Organization won't even notice anything's off."

"By the time they do, the situation will already be set in stone."

I see!

Dragon's eyes lit up as he looked at Shirou in surprise.

With an ability like that, no wonder he was so confident that the World Government was just a paper tiger.

If all the member states and the Navy could be won over, the World Government would indeed become a castle in the air, ready to collapse with a single push.