This Is Plagiarism! What's Your Name?

On the broken shore, Dragon and Doctor Trafalgar stood side by side.

Both of them had the same pale face and the same dull eyes.

They stared blankly at the large ship that rapidly submerged on the sea and quickly disappeared from their sight.

"That's it..."

After a long while, Trafalgar's hoarse voice finally rang out, "Is it over? I thought we were doomed."

Is that the power that the Calamity Company possesses?

Roa didn't even come himself; he only sent two officers with a few special Clone soldiers, and they were completely powerless to resist.

Me too.

Dragon also wore a bitter expression.

When he was subdued by Bullet and Abel, he thought it was over.

"But none of us expected that Roa would be such a madman."

Dragon's tone was somber.

Madman.

What else, besides madness, could describe Roa?

They slaughtered their soldiers without restraint, trampling their dignity into the mud.

On the other hand, they keep saying they want to join them in attacking the World Government.

The craziest thing is that Dragon believes Roa isn't lying; he's serious about wanting to overthrow the World Government.

That guy might be a little off his mind.

Dragon couldn't help but think that way.

A normal person wouldn't treat an ally like that, nor would they treat an enemy like that.

What happens next?

Trafalgar's voice was filled with frustration, "It seems that what Roa expects is exactly what we have to do."

If things had progressed according to the original design, wouldn't that have been exactly what Roa wanted?

This kind of thing... this kind of thing...

The bodies of our slain compatriots are still lying on the shore!

"..."

Dragon also found himself in an obvious dilemma.

After a long while, he finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"World Government are a cancer on this world; only by uprooting them can the world truly change!"

He said, "But Roa is equally dangerous! There is absolutely no place in this new era that can accommodate him!"

As he said this, Dragon's voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth, and his fist seemed to be clenching the air.

"Isn't he going to condone our development? Then so be it! Only by becoming stronger can we realize our ideals and eradicate absolute evil like Roa!"

"I just hope that one day when we've accumulated enough strength to launch an attack, he won't regret his decision today!!"

At this point, the flames of fighting spirit rekindled in Dragon's eyes.

Doctor Trafalgar just stared at him blankly.

"Collect the soldiers' bodies."

"They will pay for Roa crimes with blood one day," Dragon said.

"Before that, we need to develop ourselves properly."

"Before that,"

Doctor Trafalgar quietly reminded us, "We need to repay Roa's debt first."

Dragon's body suddenly stiffened.

"Also, should we investigate for traitors within the team?"

Dragon's expression darkened again.

Even if we can identify it, what should we do once we do?

Will this lead to another lesson from Roa?

However, if those people are not found, they will remain hidden like maggots, allowing Roa to always have a clear understanding of the Self-Respect Army.

Marine Headquarters.

After hanging up the call with Dragon, Zephyr belatedly realized that his only remaining left hand had squeezed a smooth chip into the solid wood desk.

"Roa!!!"

Even though he deliberately lowered his voice, the hatred in his words, like the howling of a demon, was still chilling.

Zephyr's eyes gleamed with a ferocious, tiger-like rage. "You deserve to die! You deserve to die!"

Do you have to step in and obstruct everything I do?

Roya Roya Roya Roya!!!

When are you going to die?

Besides anger, Zephyr also felt a trace of worry.

Did Roa know about his relationship with Dragon?

If this gets exposed, it will be a huge problem!

There's also the Self-Respect Army Forces, which Zephyr had high hopes for, but now it seems Roa has his eye on them too.

Can the Self-Respect Army, which have been infiltrated by Roa like a sieve, really be trusted?

No, at least Dragon can be trusted; that guy's determination to rebel against the World Government is stronger than anyone else's.

However, our attitude towards the Free Army must change in the future.

Zephyr raised his left hand and rubbed his face. After a brief moment of losing control, his eyes regained their composure.

If Roa's goal is truly to overthrow the World Government, then even if he knew about his relationship with Dragon, he probably wouldn't expose it.

That brat's arrogance is beyond question.

Just you wait, Roa, you and the World Government will not escape!

You cholera-ridden creatures, you all deserve to die!

"Ha Qiu!"

The New World, the Germa Kingdom, adrift in an unknown sea.

Roa suddenly sneezed.

Who's cricketing at me from behind?

He thought.

"But Boss,"

Just then, Dylan had rushed over to find Roa, asked respectfully, "Is it really alright to expose our undercover agents to the Self-Respect Army like this?"

What does it matter?

Roa casually remarked, "Leaving aside whether Dragon would dare to do anything to them after finding them, the question is, can they really find all the nails?"

All of the Flevance's actions were guided by the intelligence organization under Morgans' command.

From the very beginning, Roa's people had infiltrated the Flevance community, both pretending to be Flevance and acting as enthusiastic guides.

By this point, it could be said that the spies had completely integrated with the Flevance. What was the point of the Self-Respect Army, whose main group was composed of Flevance, talking about finding the people?

As for whether there will be any problems with humiliating Dragon in this way--

Putting everything else aside, Dragon has always been a person who prioritizes the big picture.

He's very patient.

"There's one more thing, Boss,"

Dylan then spoke up, "There are results regarding the matter you had investigated before."

"Oh?"

Roa raised an eyebrow. "Have you found out who's behind this?"

"Not yet. Morgans hasn't been able to find any clues about the other side, but the samples have already been delivered."

Dylan said, "Would you like to take a look?"

"Yes, bring Judge along too. This kind of thing requires an expert present."

"Yes."

So later, in this palace, the boss, the head butler, and the chief technology officer of the Calamity Company sat around a table, carefully examining each other.

Several weapons were laid out on the table: rifles, heavy machine guns, and individual rocket launchers.

"They look so alike!"

Roa stroked his chin. "Are these really not weapons produced in our arsenal?"

These weapons look almost exactly like the ones sold by the Calamity Company.

"They do look very similar."

Judge picked up a rifle with a serious expression and examined it closely. "But upon closer inspection, only the shape is similar—no, not just the shape, damn it, the internal structure has also been copied!"

"The manufacturing process is just too poor! It's completely unusable in actual combat! The outer shell's manufacturing quality is clearly no less than ours!"

"Fine, then that's plagiarism!"

Roa was immediately enraged. "I'm just trying to earn a meager living, and here comes this bastard who's trying to disrupt the market! He deserves to die!"

About two weeks ago, something happened.

Several long-time buyers suddenly reported to Umit, the logistics provider, that the quality of the newly purchased weapons had dropped significantly. Three or four out of ten guns would explode, and the rest would frequently have problems, with parts falling off here or being easily damaged there.

They suspected that the Calamity Company was trying to rip them off by selling inferior goods.

Umit took this very seriously, reporting it to Roa while simultaneously launching an investigation.

This investigation revealed that several batches of weapons, not transported by him or the Fish-Man, had been smuggled into certain countries. These weapons, though also bearing the name of their Calamity Company, were of appalling quality.

Roa took this matter very seriously after learning about it.

Although he doesn't care about his reputation at all, he absolutely won't tolerate anything that gets in the way of making money!

Expanding the Calamity Knights' scale and investing in Judge's research into Artificial Devil Fruit and Lunarian both require huge financial investments!

Check!

Roa immediately mobilized all his intelligence agencies, determined to get to the bottom of the matter!

The investigation revealed only these weapons; nothing else was found.

"Who on earth is behind this?!"

Judge was furious. "They clearly have the technology to replicate our weapons, which are almost identical to ours, yet they deliberately produce inferior products to ruin our reputation!"

Now, anyone with even a little knowledge on the high seas knows that Vinsmoke Judge is the head of the research department at Calamity Company!

If this gets out, where will he put his face?

"Judge, you're asking who's behind this?"

Both Roa and Dylan looked at Judge with strange expressions.

Judge was puzzled by their stares, and he asked cautiously, "What's wrong, Boss?"

"Is this even a question?"

Roa said with some pity, "It seems that the reconstruction of will back then really dealt a huge blow to Judge's emotional intelligence. How many organizations on the high seas are capable of mass-producing these weapons?"

"And how many of these are cases that our intelligence capabilities simply cannot uncover?"

Judge was stunned for a moment, then suddenly screamed in fury, "Damn World Government!!"

Of course it's the World Government. Who else could it be?

"Since they can't block our channels to stop us from selling weapons, are they trying a different approach?"

Dylan frowned deeply. "On the one hand, they're ruining our reputation by selling inferior goods; on the other hand, they're directly squeezing out our market share and stealing our profits. It's truly despicable!"

"They are fully capable of competing with us fairly and squarely!"

"Compete?"

Roa chuckled, "The World Government wouldn't do something like that."

Why would World Government want to see the world progress?

Even communication and exchanges between Affiliated Nation are obstructed, let alone promoting the overall upgrading of the world's weapons capabilities.

"Boss, what should we do now?"

Dylan asked, "Should we issue a statement?"

"Okay, send it."

Roa nodded; it was time to make a statement.

"But Boss,"

"Even if we issue a statement, it won't do any good," Judge. "The World Government won't acknowledge it, and we have no evidence. They'll just accuse us of having poor quality control and are trying to smear us."

"The government? What are you talking about? This statement isn't for them."

Roa was somewhat surprised, then looked at Dylan and said, "Tell those idiots who accidentally bought counterfeit weapons to quickly replace them with a batch of genuine ones! Raise the price by 30% from the original price. They didn't bother to carefully check the authenticity, and ended up giving the World Government the money that should have been mine; of course they need to compensate me!"

"Have Morgans and Umit investigate thoroughly to see who bought counterfeit goods, and make sure they receive every penny of the compensation they are entitled to!"

Judge was almost dumbfounded when he heard Roa's words.

Instead of compensating the victims, are they demanding compensation in return?

As expected of the Boss, he's truly extraordinary!

Compared to Judge, Dylan's reaction was much calmer; he simply bowed slightly and said, "I'll contact the reporters immediately."

As for the World Government,

Roa raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a bright smile. "I think they need to be taught a lesson."

"Oh?"

Judge's eyes lit up instantly.

"Judge, let's set sail!"

Roa said, "I have a brilliant idea for going to Wano Country, but I need to discuss it with everyone."

"Yes!"

Thus, the Snail Fleet slowly set sail, heading towards Wano Country.

During the journey, Bullet and Abel returned safely and rejoined the fleet.

After sending them back, Fisher Tiger and Jinbe returned to Fish-Man Island to begin their vacation.

Almost simultaneously, newspapers publishing Roa's statement had spread throughout the New World.

It must be said that people were once again stunned.

The statement revealed that the World Government was using the tactic of copying inferior weapons to undermine the business of the Calamity Company.

It's nothing.

Whether people believe it or not, it's at least considered normal.

The real crux of the matter is that Roa actually demanded that those unlucky souls who had been cheated immediately repurchase genuine weapons, and at a premium, claiming it was compensation for him.

Thus, the world witnessed Roa's madness once again.

He's not a normal person.

What's most terrifying is that the victims don't dare to refuse.

Roa's already bad reputation became even worse.

However, one advantage was that, when purchasing weapons afterward, all buyers would carefully verify the authenticity, fearing that they might also have to compensate Roa.

Then.

"That damn bastard! His goal is to force the buyer to stop being careless!"

The Five Elders were furious at the mastermind behind it all, and repeatedly marveled at Roa's cunning.

"In that case, let's improve the quality of the counterfeit products and only use inferior parts for key components!"

The World Government is still not prepared to give up.

While issuing statements in newspapers refuting Roa's fallacies, they also prepared for product iteration and upgrades.

Meanwhile, the Snail Fleet was en route to Wano Country.

On this day, the large fleet docked at a port after a long absence to replenish its supplies.

Roa, who hadn't been able to set foot on solid ground for a long time, also came to this small seaside town.

His arrival instantly cleared the streets. As news of the arrival of the Calamity Roa, spread throughout the small town, the city fell silent, and not a single person could be seen on the streets.

"Boss,"

Bullet, who landed with Roa, gleamed with a fierce light in his eyes. "Should I go and drag them all out?"

The boss had finally gotten into the mood for shopping, how could we possibly disappoint him?

The entire city has found a way to die!

"No, is there one more person?"

Roa watched with great interest the chubby figure running from the street corner.

He saw greed, excitement, and jealousy in this guy.

That's interesting.

"Lord Roa!"

When the man was about ten meters away from Roa, he suddenly knelt down and screamed at the top of his lungs, "Please let me join your ranks! I have nowhere else to go!"

Oh?

Roa thought with great interest, "Wow, someone actually volunteered themselves here!"

However.

"Please, Lord Roa!"

The chubby boy looked up, revealing a face streaked with tears.

Roa's eyes widened instantly. "This is! Dylan, am I seeing things?!"

Beside him, Dylan was equally dumbfounded.

That face!!

"Hey, kid,"

Roa couldn't help but ask directly, "What's your name?"

The chubby boy hurriedly replied, "Teach! Lord Roa, my name is Marshall D. Teach!"

Roa gasped in shock.

Is that really the case?

Captain, you bastard!

The Rocks Pirates' flashbacks were revealed too quickly, giving me a series of slaps in the face.