Beehive Island Aftermath! Land of Endless War!

Boom!

The colossal monster fell with a crash, stirring up massive waves as it hit the sea.

This was a Sea King with a body length exceeding a hundred meters. While it was only a small fry within its species, it was a true behemoth to humans.

The monster bore a massive wound, but strangely, not much blood flowed out.

Roa, transformed into a tiger-man, stood on the Sea King's corpse, raising the blade in his hand high.

The famous sword, named Tiger Soul by Roa, was now so crimson it seemed to glow, with faint red energy swirling around its blade.

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The blade, rumored to continuously devour blood and evolve, seemed to have undergone another evolution.

But Roa sighed, saying with some disdain, "Not being picky, that's not a good thing for a gourmand."

Sea Kings possessed intelligence no less than humans.

They would also provide black energy when in pain.

However, the quality was quite ordinary, not much different from a regular person.

Was it worth it for all this flesh, I ask!

Contrary to Roa's disdain, Tiger Soul drank heartily. After all, it was like a child who hadn't tasted much good food.

Moreover, since they were both intelligent beings, the nutritional value of a Sea King's blood should be similar to that of human blood.

After absorbing the Sea King's blood, Tiger Soul had indeed undergone a new evolution.

Roa waved his hand casually.

The energy swirling around the blade suddenly transformed into a scarlet sword qi that shot out, dissipating only after traveling over twenty meters.

"Flying Slash."

Roa nodded in satisfaction. Not bad.

He was still a long way from comprehending the realm of Breathing of All Things.

It was like enjoying the benefits of a swordsman's realm ahead of time.

"Lord Roa."

Behind him, Dylan's voice came from the ship that was quietly floating on the sea. "There's news from God Valley."

He dangled a newspaper in his hand.

"Oh?"

Roa sheathed his sword, a movement that was somewhat strenuous for him due to his short arms and legs. "What is it?"

Dylan said calmly, "The government has issued a statement saying that Marine Vice Admiral Iron Fist Garp defeated the Rocks Pirates and personally killed their leader, Rocks."

"Oh! That's truly amazing!"

Roa exclaimed repeatedly. "I had no idea there was anyone in the world who could defeat the Rocks Pirates single-handedly."

Dylan continued, "The newspaper has already hailed Iron Fist Garp as the Marine Hero. Lord Roa, do we need to do anything?"

"Do anything?"

Roa leaped up and landed lightly on the ship's railing, sighing. "Then let's mourn our captain. Alas, my poor captain, gone now and still being slandered. If you know, please appear in his dreams and curse them fiercely. Clarify that it wasn't because he was weak, but because he was ganged up on."

Dylan's usually impassive face contorted, almost losing its composure.

"In any case, let's head back to the New World first. Sailing at sea is so boring, it's killing me with cravings!"

Roa waved his right hand, and a gust of wind suddenly rose, inflating the limp sails. The large ship slowly began to move in the windless sea.

Not long after, Beehive Island.

The news of the Rocks Pirates' defeat had spread throughout the world.

After a brief silence, the island erupted in chaos.

Some pirates wanted to cause trouble, while others rushed in, hoping to take advantage and plunder.

The island was on the brink of disaster.

But fortunately, although the Rocks Pirates had collapsed, their main cadres were almost all intact.

With a few phone calls, forces belonging to the Rocks Pirates were mobilized, and Beehive Island was preserved intact.

And so now.

In the conference room of the Skull Building, the former cadres of the Rocks Pirates were gathered.

"Mama mama! I never expected this day to come so soon!"

Aunt Linlin laughed heartily.

"That idiot Rocks almost got us all killed!"

Silver Axe cursed with a displeased look. "He deserved to be killed!"

"Who could have imagined that Roger and the others would show up too?"

Gloriosa was quite scared. "And the Knights of God and the Five Elders, they're all monsters! I still get chills thinking about it. Thankfully, I made it back alive. I wonder how little Roa is doing now, with one of the Five Elders chasing him."

"That brat made quite a haul this time,"

Captain John said drunkenly. "I don't think he'll die that easily."

"Let's get down to business,"

Ochoku said, crossing his legs. "Now that the captain is dead, tell me, what's the plan? Are we just disbanding?"

"I can be the second captain!"

Uncle Shiki volunteered.

"Save your dreams for nighttime!"

Big Brother Kaido sneered, crossing his arms and coldly staring at Uncle Shiki. "What do you think you are, to want to stand above me?"

He was feeling quite arrogant now, having gained brand-new power.

"Kaido,"

Uncle Shiki's eyes instantly turned dangerous. "You brat, are you looking to die?"

"Mama mama! Shiki, I actually think Kaido is right,"

Auntie Linlin supported her junior. "What do you think you are? Trying to be like Rocks?"

"Hahahaha!"

The Golden Lion laughed instead of getting angry. "Then it seems there's nothing more to say!"

"Are the pleasantries finally over?"

Whitebeard, who had been silent, slowly spoke. "Besides that brat Roa, everyone else is here. Whatever you want, grab it with your fists!"

"Oh! Whitebeard, how rare,"

Auntie Linlin teased. "I thought you were going to say you don't want anything, only family."

"Hmph."

Whitebeard sneered.

He became a pirate partly to gain a family, but also, of course, for money. His hometown was too poor, and he had significant burdens.

Thus, the battle among the executives began.

As the monsters fought over the inheritance, Katakuri stood quietly on the shore of Beehive Island.

Worry and confusion filled the young man's eyes.

Roa, you must be safe, right? The coliseum was emptied beforehand, you predicted something, didn't you?

Don't die, I promised you'd be impressed when we meet next time!

A few more days passed.

In a certain sea area of the New World.

Roa stood at the bow of the ship, flipping through a newspaper. It reported on the major executives of the Rocks Pirates fighting on Beehive Island, then each going their separate ways, and the news of the Rocks Pirates, who once dominated the New World, finally falling apart.

"Captain, your uncle and aunties are already fighting over your inheritance before your body has even cooled. If you know this in the afterlife, don't just scold the government, remember to scold them too, and tell them to save my share of the inheritance for me."

Roa sighed.

But the captain himself probably wouldn't care, would he?

He was the type of person who only cared about his life, not his posthumous fame.

"Lord Roa! We've arrived!"

Dylan's voice rang out from behind him.

Roa looked up.

On the distant sea, a large island was already visible.

"Oh! What a great place!"

Roa's eyes lit up instantly. "It was worth the long journey. Truly a great place!"

Even from this distance, the black energy rising from the island could be seen.

"Dylan, we'll be staying here for the next few years!"

Roa said with a smile. "Sorry, our era will have to wait a little longer."

"Of course, Lord Roa!"

Dylan's gaze at Roa's back was exceptionally fervent.

Only after joining the Rocks Pirates did he realize how vast the world was.

The distance between him and the peak of the sea was like the difference between the sky and the ocean; he might never reach the crest of the era in his lifetime. In the Rocks Pirates, he was as insignificant as a stray dog by the roadside.

So, when Roa joined the Rocks Pirates two years ago, Dylan realized that if he followed this child who was destined to reach the world's summit, perhaps he too could glimpse the scenery at the eye of the storm.

And so, Roa gained a loyal and capable follower.

"Let's land, Land of Endless War. I'm really looking forward to it!"