Spreading Across the Seas! Grand Line Calendar 1492

It should be said that the whole world has once again been deeply shocked.

No one expected that Roa would retaliate so quickly.

No, this isn't even revenge.

Because those kings never provoked him!

If you had to put it simply, they were just about to unite to resist the encroachment of the Calamity Company, and they hadn't even had time to do anything yet.

The result was that the army of the Rikoum Kingdom was completely annihilated, and all the kings present were killed.

Roa is just making an example of someone!

To make the whole world understand what the consequences of being his enemy are!

Roa's cruelty and madness have once again silenced the world.

What shocked people even more was the weapons used by the soldiers of the Calamity Company, as revealed in the newspapers.

They easily annihilated the army of a nation, including the Rikoum Kingdom, a poor but not weak country!

People can only marvel at how his weapons can sell all over the world.

"The Massacre of Six Kingdoms?"

In a palace atop a snail's back in a sea somewhere in the New World, Roa casually put down the newspaper he was holding. "What an awful name."

Moreover, the sense of déjà vu is too strong.

Not only did they rob Judge of his people and his country, but now they've even stolen the events that made him famous?

"Hehe, Boss, of course I'd like to give this operation a more grand and imposing name, but,"

Beneath the throne he leaned on stood a bird-man.

Morgans, his face full of obsequiousness, said, "But as you know, it was all to lull the damned World Government into a false sense of security that I had to go against my conscience and choose this name. I wish I could rip my heart out and show it to you, so you would know just how much pain I'm in!"

"Oh? Is that so?"

Roa immediately said with great interest, "Then hurry up and take it out so I can see it."

"Forehead..."

Morgans was speechless for a moment.

"Alright,"

Roa waved his hand, no longer playing along with this guy's antics. "Tell me about the changes that have occurred recently."

Morgans' expression instantly turned serious. "The biggest change, of course, is your reputation. You probably won't find another person in the world with such a tarnished reputation as you."

"Just the mention of your name is enough to keep countless people awake at night!"

"No need to say more about good things,"

Roa waved his hand, "Tell me the bad stuff."

Was this originally a good thing?

Morgans smirked, "The worst thing, of course, is that many Affiliated Nation have jointly urged the World Government to resolve the threat we pose as soon as possible."

"But that doesn't matter to us at all."

Morgans said, "The World Government and we are inherently irreconcilable enemies."

"After this incident, the boycott by non- Affiliated Nation should come to an end, and it's really not a crisis."

"If I had to pinpoint the biggest problem, it would be,"

Morgans' expression turned serious. "The World Government has realized Umit's role and has begun to consciously block his transportation channels, hasn't it?"

"Oh, I see?"

Roa smiled. "It doesn't matter. The new transportation channels will be in place soon."

The Deep Sea Logistics Company on Fish-Man Island has been successfully established and is now in the midst of the intense process of capturing marine mammals.

It won't be long before it comes in handy.

Blockade?

If World Government can block sea routes, can they really block the seabed?

"In that case,"

Morgans scratched the back of his head. "Seems like there's no crisis worth mentioning."

"Even weapons sales haven't been affected much lately, after all, our customers don't care about your reputation at all."

That's really the case.

Who were the guys who bought their weapons in the past?

Incited rebels, pirates across the seas, and Nezumi in the gutter of the Underworld.

Do you think these guys would refuse to buy weapons just because Roa sells them?

How could that be?

Even if the rebels truly believed that Roa was instigating their rebellion, they were now in a difficult position. Could they possibly lay down their weapons and surrender?

Pirates and the Nezumi of the Underworld, needless to say, don't care about right or wrong; they just buy whoever's weapon is the most durable, reliable, and powerful.

"Furthermore, for those non- World Government Member States, in order to deal with potential rebellions or enemies, will they also choose to purchase our weapons?"

For non- Affiliated Nation without naval protection, unable to prevent the influx of weapons from the Calamity Company into their territories, the only option to counter an enemy with escalating firepower is an arms race.

"Is that what you think?"

Roa sighed with a touch of melancholy, "That's such a pity. I was actually quite looking forward to those non- Affiliated Nation continuing to boycott us."

Then you continue to send fleets to showcase our weapons?

Unfortunately, that's no longer possible.

Morgans understood the non- Affiliated Nation all too well. Their survival was not guaranteed, and some had even been expelled from the World Government. To survive, a crucial quality for these countries was the ability to adapt to changing circumstances.

In hindsight, confronting the Boss head-on was a very foolish thing to do.

Only a minority of non- Affiliated Nation will choose to continue down this foolish path.

And that is indeed the case.

The massacre of six countries caused a huge stir around the world.

Roa's pettiness left everyone speechless.

This guy is a madman who would come knocking on someone's door and kill them just because his business has been affected a little!

The concept of nationhood was far too insignificant in his eyes.

He doesn't even need to personally take action, nor do his officials; he can easily destroy a country simply by dispatching his fleet.

The kings, who had been breathing heavily, fell silent instantly. Even the kings of the World Government Member States were terrified. They didn't believe that Roa would refrain from retaliation out of consideration for their status Affiliated Nation.

Roa, you're so petty!

"We can't afford to go against Roa anymore..."

Many kings of non- Affiliated Nation murmured in anguish, "Otherwise, we might be next."

There are many non- Affiliated Nation in the world; if they all united, they might actually be able to stop Roa.

But such a thing can only happen in dreams.

Every country has its own interests, and no one wants to be the first to be targeted by Roa.

Not to mention the World Government is also interfering.

Therefore, they had no choice but to compromise.

Even.

North Blue.

Dragon put down his newspaper, rubbing his nose with a headache. "To think they could be this crazy! Roa, just what kind of Rocks Pirates that could produce a boy like this?"

What should we do now?

Doctor Trafalgar asked hesitantly, "Dragon, should we continue purchasing their weapons?"

Although an army has been formed, and even an alliance has been formed with Zephyr.

However, the Self-Respect Army currently has no industry whatsoever; let alone weapons, it cannot even achieve self-sufficiency in food.

As for Zephyr, it's even less likely that they would be directly provided with standard naval equipment; otherwise, wouldn't the news of their collusion with the navy be instantly exposed?

The weapons they originally used were also purchased from Roa.

Dragon was immediately caught in a huge dilemma.

Without a doubt, Roa was a scumbag unlike any he had ever seen before.

However, this scoundrel was able to provide them with cheap, durable weapons, and even offered loans if they were really short of money.

"Perhaps, before our own military factories are developed,"

Doctor Trafalgar tentatively suggested, "We could continue using Roa's weapons, use the excuse of not having enough money for a loan, and then not pay it back. Wouldn't that be considered aiding and abetting evil?"

Dragon's eyes instantly darkened.

That seems to make sense.

Anyway, since Roa doesn't know about the existence of their Self-Respect Army, he probably won't even be able to find anyone to retaliate against!

Then.

"You bastard!"

Mary Geoise, the Five Elders were furious. "How dare he, you bastard! Doesn't he fear incurring the hostility of the whole world and becoming the enemy of the world?"

"Perhaps he's not afraid at all; rather, he might be dreaming of it. Don't forget his abilities."

"Non- Affiliated Nation are now under his coercion, and the Calamity Company's weapons sales are no longer restricted."

"Even in order to cope with the potential proliferation of weapons from the Calamity Company, those non- Affiliated Nation have no choice but to purchase weapons from Roa."

"We must shut down all his channels as soon as possible; we can't let him continue like this! His extensive advertising has only boosted his sales; where does that leave the government's reputation?"

"Indeed!"

At the same time, on Fish-Man Island.

"You need to speed things up on your end, Mr. Fisher Tiger,"

On the rooftop of a brand-new building in Fish-Man District, a red-skinned Fish-Man was on the phone with someone. "The government has begun to heavily block our shipping routes. Even though we have many secret routes, they probably won't last long against a fully operational World Government."

The red-haired Fish-Man, Fisher Tiger, paused for a moment, then slowly spoke, "Although many sea monsters have been tamed, the exploration of ocean currents is far from complete."

"That's enough!"

The person on the other end of the phone said, "Even without ocean currents, sailing only in shallow waters, your efficiency will be far greater than ours. We'll handle the route planning, and you'll handle the transportation!"

"Don't keep that gentleman waiting!"

"..."

Fisher Tiger was silent for a moment, then finally nodded. "Okay."

The call has ended.

Fisher Tiger sighed with a melancholy expression.

"Brother Tai, are we really going to help that guy Roa?"

Behind Fisher Tiger, the blue-skinned, fat Fish-Man Jinbe clenched his fists. "That guy is a complete madman!"

When Roa last came to Fish-Man Island, his deeds had not yet been exposed, and the Fish-Man had not yet realized just how crazy he really was.

Now that Roa's secret has been revealed, the upright Jinbe is extremely dissatisfied.

Without a doubt, Roa and his Calamity Company are a scourge to the world; helping them sell weapons is to inflict trauma on the entire world.

"Jinbe, are you suggesting we should break ties with Roa?"

Fisher Tiger said with a hint of melancholy, "But haven't you realized from this incident yet? That Roa guy is petty."

"..."

Jinbe suddenly fell silent.

Yes, if we really anger Roa, given that guy's pettiness and madness, Fish-Man Island will definitely suffer extreme retaliation.

In that case, the entire Fish-Man Island would probably be destroyed!

"Forget it, their human feuds are none of our business."

Fisher Tiger sighed, "No matter what, Roa hasn't treated us unfairly. It's not a bad thing to generate more revenue for Fish-Man District."

"... Um."

After hesitating for a moment, Jinbe finally nodded with a hint of helplessness.

The passionate young man has gradually come to understand that there are many things in the world that cannot be achieved simply by having passion; often, they have no choice.

Time passed slowly like this.

Several months passed in the blink of an eye.

Over the past few months, the name of the Calamity Company has become known almost worldwide, appearing in newspapers every few days.

The World Government tirelessly proclaims just how evil they are and recounts the devastation caused by their weapons.

Unfortunately, this kind of publicity actually had the opposite effect.

For those lawless thugs, isn't the greater the destruction caused by weapons, the better?

Under the arms race, even those organizations or individuals who were hostile to or opposed to the Calamity Company and Roa had no choice but to start buying Calamity Company's weapons.

New World, Paradise, and indeed the Four Seas.

The weapons from the Calamity Company have been sold all over the world and have even become synonymous with high quality and low price.

Unexpectedly, the weapons from the Calamity Company suddenly became hot commodities, resulting in Roa's production falling short.

So Roa waved his hand and had Judge lead the way to capture some more Giant Snail, further expanding the Germa Kingdom's scale, and then expanding the factory once again.

Large sums of money began to flow into the Snail Fleet.

At this time, it was already the year 1492 of the Grand Line Calendar.

The story of this year begins at Reverse Mountain.

At the entrance to the Grand Line at Reverse Mountain, there stands a tall lighthouse, guiding ships from Four Seas to the Grand Line.

Meanwhile, a large ship was moored on the shore outside the lighthouse.

On the shore, a blond man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, Pluton Rayleigh, the Roger Pirates, stood there, his expression blank, his face pale, and his voice trembling.

"Crocus, what do you mean, Roger has a terminal illness?"

Not only him, but all the members of Roger Pirates were filled with disbelief at this moment.

"There must be a mistake, right?"

Gaban's forehead was covered in cold sweat. "Crocus, you must be mistaken. Roger is so strong he can fight Sea Beast in the sea with his bare hands! How could he possibly be sick!"

With flower-like decorations on the back of his head, Crocus, the tower keeper of Twin Capes and part-time doctor, sighed, "There's no mistake, there's currently no cure for this disease on the high seas."

"You bastard! You're not allowed to curse the captain! You despicable creature! I'll never forgive you!"

Buggy, with his Red Nose, screamed and lunged at Crocus.

Behind him, Shanks, with his Shanks, was silently shedding tears.

"Alright, Buggy, don't make things difficult for Crocus,"

Roger grabbed Buggy by the collar and pulled him back. Even though he had been given a death sentence, the man still had a smile on his face. "That's life," he said. "You never know when the unexpected will happen."

"But, Captain!"

Buggy instantly threw himself into Roger's arms, wailing, "You, you're going to die!!"

"Idiot, who doesn't die?"

Roger ruffled Buggy's hair and chuckled, "The weight of life lies in what you do in your short time."

He looked at Crocus, "How much time do I have left? There are two things I really want to do."

"If it's well-managed, maybe six or seven years?"

"Crocus said slowly."

"Six or seven years?"

Roger's smile gradually faded.

He turned around.

He looked at the white-haired woman standing behind him.

The woman was already in tears, holding a sleeping, black-haired baby in her arms.

"I'm sorry, Olvia,"

Roger scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Looks like I won't be able to watch Robin grow up."

"..."

The woman's shoulders trembled violently, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

But the woman said, "There must be a way, Roger. If medicine doesn't work, there's always the Devil Fruit! There are so many amazing Devil Fruit in the world; surely one of them can cure you!"

"Even if Devil Fruit don't work, there's still the legendary Great Treasure, the place where all of humanity's dreams converge. There must be a way there!"

"Hahaha! You're right!"

Roger's smile returned. "Then let's hurry! We need to find that Great Treasure as soon as possible!"