Two Supernovas

"He was so young... It's such a pity he died like this!"

"Are you out of your mind?! Keep your voice down!"

"This is Celestial Dragons's slave. If anyone hears this and it gets out, you won't survive either."

Soon, several naval soldiers carrying Oboro headed straight for the location where the body would be disposed of.

These are Celestial Dragons' belongings, so they can't just be thrown away like ordinary people.

"His body was covered in scars—burns, cuts... I've heard that the Celestial Dragons like to collect rare races or powerful people as slaves, and his..."

"Although his face was slashed by a knife, you can still vaguely see that he seems to be quite handsome. That's probably the basis for it."

"You two shut up! I told you, we're not going to discuss this anymore!"

The person in charge was a little angry.

"What does it matter... Sergeant Barts, don't be so tense. We're not slaves of the Celestial Dragons."

"Huh?"

Suddenly, one of the people in the group noticed something and stopped.

"What's wrong?"

"His wound..."

The former gasped, somewhat uncertainly saying, "The blood from his wound seems to have stopped flowing and has congealed a bit."

"Um?"

Upon hearing this, the others also focused their attention on the corpse.

Sure enough, they found that the amount of blood splattering had decreased.

Logically speaking, this is impossible when someone is shot in the head.

Suddenly, without warning, as their gazes focused, the previously lifeless slave abruptly opened his eyes.

The sergeant leading the team looked horrified and was about to shout.

Suddenly, Oboro unleashed a burst of brute force, breaking free from the support of the men. He leaped into the air, his body spinning in mid-air as his hands crossed, forming two afterimages. A crisp sound rang out, and the next second, the heads of several marines were turned 180 degrees and snapped off instantly.

Long landed lightly and stretched her sore shoulders.

Seeing this, some pedestrians nearby also fled.

"Good..."

Long used her fingers to lift the bangs that were covering her forehead, looking relaxed.

There is a noticeable scar on the left side of the forehead and back of the scalp.

At first glance, it looks like the wound caused when a bullet pierces the skull.

He was indeed hit by a bullet, but it only grazed a piece of skin, making it look rather bloody, with blood covering his face.

It's actually just creating a visual illusion.

Then hold your breath and let your body enter a state of suspended animation.

"Next, we need to deal with this thing."

Long grabbed the collar still around her neck; it seemed like it could explode, and one wrong move could blow her head apart.

"Very perceptive, seems to have noticed something unusual... but didn't take it seriously, probably because he doesn't care about the Celestial Dragons." Oboro muttered to himself, recalling Kizaru who had stopped beside him just now.

Sure enough, even if one wanted him dead, the world's will could only guide and slow down the changes in everyone's fate; it couldn't directly control it.

Just like the Little Tree in Demon Slayer did to Muzan.

This means... he has a chance to survive.

From this perspective, his experience in the low-level world of Demon Slayer and his understanding of some of the rules were quite useful.

However, being targeted by the world's will means he's destined for a very difficult life in the One Piece world.

But this also allowed Oboro to find the joy of challenges.

Instead of being as boring and tedious as Demon Slayer.

"Your clothes..."

Ragged and covered in blood, Oboro stopped a passerby who hadn't had time to escape.

He stretched out his hand and said coldly.

The latter was so frightened that he swallowed hard and took off his sportswear without saying a word.

Long then changed into the new clothes and quickly walked away.

Shortly after Oboro left, a naval force led by a vice admiral from headquarters appeared at the crime scene.

Upon seeing the bodies of several murdered naval personnel, Huoshaoshan, with a cigar dangling from his mouth and a full Hō, exhaled smoke and said calmly, "It seems... this guy is no ordinary person."

"Send the order down to seal off the entire island. We must bring him back!"

"Yes."

Ordinary characters wouldn't warrant such a large-scale mobilization by the Navy, but the murderer's situation is somewhat special; he was a slave of the Celestial Dragons.

This must be taken seriously.

The Sabaody Archipelago consists of seventy-nine numbered mangrove trees.

Each tree is a landmark.

There are different towns and streets.

For example, the 50s and 59s were mainly concentrated in shipbuilding.

Areas 40-49 are tourist areas and specialty shops, etc.

Oboro was heading to the Lawless Area of the Sabaody Archipelago.

The navy's control over this area is relatively weaker.

As a supply station for those heading to the latter half of the Grand Line, the Sabaody Archipelago is also home to a large number of One Piece and underground forces.

In other words, those who are capable of reaching this place are already among the best in the One Piece forces.

But for the true powerhouses on this vast ocean, these people still cannot shake off the aura of being 'newcomers' and 'rookies'.

Currently, the Marine Headquarters has not yet evacuated. Once they do, the entire Sabaody Archipelago will become Lawless Area ... In other words, Marineford, the current Marine Headquarters, is still very close to this area and has not yet moved. It's also adjacent to the Holy Land Mary Geoise. Otherwise, Celestial Dragons wouldn't be wandering around here all the time.

"That's interesting..."

A few hours later, Oboro appeared on the island's 19th block.

Upon arriving here, the surroundings immediately become quite different.

Because there were hardly any residents on the street, the people passing by were clearly One Piece based on their clothes and appearance... These people exuded a different aura and had different eyes, and they were carrying sharp blades or various weapons and firearms. Everyone's gaze remained fierce.

Oboro even encountered two groups of One Piece fighting each other in the street, which was quite a scene.

He pulled the hood of his tracksuit over his head, deliberately keeping it low, and strolled along.

He bent down and picked up a newspaper that someone had thrown away.

I started watching it with some interest.

Based on his predecessor's memories, he could barely determine the current time.

The newspaper in his hand confirmed his thoughts.

A photograph was published on the newspaper's main page.

The man's smiling face was striking. He held a wine glass in his hand and had some freckles on his face. He was celebrating with his friends in a tavern.

The Spade Pirates.

Fire Fist Ace, the supernova of the East Blue!

"The birdman's intelligence network is indeed powerful; he can even get his hands on photos like this."

Long smiled gently.

Ace hasn't even entered the second half of the Grand Line yet, but his name has already resounded throughout the Grand Line half, and he may have already been targeted by Yonko.

Long flipped through the paper again and saw another familiar name.

Cavendish, also a dazzling Supernova and captain of the Beautiful Pirates, is known as the One Piece prince.

"Hmm... In other words, in one year, the group belonging to the Worst Generation will arrive."