Absolute silence and absolute control coexisted in the depths of space around Gintama Earth.
More than eight hundred spacecraft of varying sizes were arranged like precisely placed chess pieces.
They formed an impenetrable spherical net that enveloped the azure planet.
Any ship attempting to escape would be blasted into wreckage by dozens of energy beams.
At the heart of this enormous prison—
The Red Line-class super battleship Sylph hung silently in its designated position like a slumbering behemoth of the Starry Sky.
Its heavy armor, menacing main battery arrays, and the endless hum of energy coursing through its hull—
All proclaimed its absolute authority as the fleet's command center and symbol of its strongest military power.
At that moment, the lighting in the bridge command room had been deliberately dimmed to a soft glow.
The cold light cast by the holographic Star Map, tactical panels, and status monitors for every warship intertwined into a futuristic scene.
In the central command area, at the main seat with the broadest view—
Borsalino, clad in a white admiral's Coat of Justice—
Sat in his signature pose, legs crossed and back sunk deeply into a spacious ergonomic chair.
He held a steaming cup of coffee, while the amber sunglasses on his face had slipped down slightly.
Those eyes, which usually carried a hint of laziness and amusement—
Were now fixed tightly on the massive main screen that covered the entire wall.
An exceptionally rare expression had appeared on his face.
It was a mixture of strangeness, surprise, and an indescribably subtle emotion.
On the screen played a sequence of black-and-white drawings with a distinct hand-drawn style.
As the pages changed, the title was clearly visible: "Chapter 507—Kizaru Lands."
It was content from the One Piece manga.
Borsalino watched speechlessly as "he" stood before Basil