The Innately Evil Imp, Lunaria!

"Rat!" "Monka!"

"You two slacking off again?" A harsh reprimand echoed across the deck, startling the few seagulls resting on the warship.

On the warship's deck, two scrawny young deckhands crouched low, scrubbing the floor with rags, and replied weakly, "No, sir, we were working, we weren't..."

"Boom..." A humanoid figure fell from the sky, bringing destruction like a meteor impact. The massive warship instantly had a huge crater smashed into it, and cracks spread across the vessel in an instant.

The violent tremor flung many soldiers on the deck into the air, sending them plummeting into the sea.

Flames from an unknown source instantly ignited the sails, spreading from the mast across the entire ship. In mere moments, the whole deck was a sea of fire.

Soldiers who had been gathered inside the cabins rushed out frantically, trying to extinguish the blaze.

Just then, a figure about two meters tall kicked the cabin door to pieces, appearing in the sea of fire in a flash. He swung his katana, cutting the sails cleanly so they fell into the ocean.

Immediately after, he looked up sharply, scanning his surroundings. While searching for the culprit behind the fire, he issued his orders: "Rear Admiral Dolo, go sink all the cannonballs in the ammunition magazine into the sea to prevent a chain detonation!"

"Understood, Rear Admiral!" Rear Admiral Dolo immediately led a dozen soldiers into the cabin, heading straight for the most dangerous spot in the inferno: the ammunition magazine.

"Thump... thump..." Just then, heavy footsteps rang out, drawing the attention of the soldiers.

They all raised their guns and opened fire toward the source of the sound. In an instant, gunfire erupted. Countless round lead bullets pierced through the flames, striking the tall, shadowy figure flickering in the sea of fire.

"Whoosh..." As the footsteps drew closer, the fire grew fiercer, the temperature rising ever higher. Thick smoke stung the soldiers' eyes red, and they coughed incessantly.

The next moment, the sea of fire before them parted, forming a path. A youth about two meters tall, clad in an ornate toga robe, with a pair of pure white feathered wings on his back and light golden short hair, strode forcefully into their sight.

The flames surrounded him like guards protecting a sovereign. The scorching heat and thick smoke could not affect him in the slightest.

Navy Headquarters Rear Admiral S.T. Rade frowned at the sight, his expression cold and stern, utterly serious.

Louis walked forward step by step, carrying a metal spear about four meters long, ignoring the naval soldiers around him who were pouring bullets his way.

As he walked, he raised one hand, and a golden light rose from his palm. Then, the golden radiance scattered, turning into brilliant beams that merged into the surrounding flames and sea breeze.

In the next instant, the blazing fire pulsed, and the sea breeze grew chaotic. Then, they spontaneously took shape as humanoid figures with no gender traits, charging at the naval soldiers to kill.

In a flash, figures wreathed in flames rampaged through the crowd. They had no special techniques—just pure, brute-force charges. Every soldier they pierced was instantly set ablaze.

Meanwhile, soldiers on the bridge island fired at the flames, trying to save their comrades. They only felt the airflow disrupted before being swept up by a violent gale, turning into crimson rain that fell from midair.

Navy Headquarters Rear Admiral S.T. Rade's expression shifted drastically. Then, using Rokushiki's Soru, he vanished from his spot in an instant. When he reappeared, he was already behind Louis.

He knew that, compared to rescuing the soldiers, eliminating the one causing all this chaos was the most important priority.

"Attacking a warship, killing naval soldiers—who the hell are you?!" With a sharp shout, he wrapped his katana in Armament Haki, cleaving through the air straight at Louis's nape.

Louis paid no attention to the Rear Admiral's words. Instead, he turned sideways, showing his enemy a cold gaze, then swung his spear in a sweeping arc.

"Clang..." The metal spear clashed with the Haki-coated blade. Ripples instantly rippled through the air, and naval soldiers dozens of steps away were knocked down by the shockwave, only to be pierced through by the humanoid flames.

There was no stalemate. S.T. Rade's eyes widened as he staggered backward, using his katana to absorb the force over a dozen meters before barely steadying himself.

He looked at his trembling arm, which throbbed with sharp pain. His face was ashen, and his eyes were full of disbelief: "Is this guy a giant?"

But Louis's figure had somehow vanished from his sight. The next moment, a spear was reflected in his eyes.

"Iron Body!" S.T. Rade didn't have time to think. He instinctively raised his katana, using Rokushiki's Tekkai, and coated his body in Armament Haki.

"Pfft..." With the dull sound of steel piercing flesh, the Rear Admiral's Haki and Tekkai were shattered instantly. The bloodstained spearhead burst out from his back.

Louis expressionlessly lifted his spear, hoisting the enemy—whose eyes were still full of disbelief—onto the tip, holding him high before him.

As Louis moved, bright red blood flowed from the Rear Admiral's body, quickly staining a small patch of the deck red.

In just the second exchange, this Navy Rear Admiral had been defeated in the sudden battle, on the verge of death.

S.T. Rade coughed up blood, his whole body suspended in the air, his chest burning with agony. He knew his heart had been pierced; there was no turning back.

Massive blood loss drained his life force and strength, leaving his body gradually feeling cold and his vision blurring.

"Villain who attacks warships for no reason!" S.T. Rade roared, glaring at the culprit with eyes full of defiance and fury.

The next moment, relying on his tenacious will, he endured the searing pain, reached out his blood-soaked hand, and grabbed the metal spear, pulling himself toward Louis with all his might.

Then, gripping his katana tightly, he used the last of his strength and Haki to swing one final strike at Louis.

The bloodstained blade traced a red arc through the air before landing squarely on Louis's neck.

"Clang..." But as the blade touched Louis's neck, a metallic clang rang out.

The fine sword snapped from the rebound, embedding itself deep into a broken mast. Fragments of metal flew everywhere, reflecting the sunlight as they fell to the deck.

"How is that possible..." Seeing this, S.T. Rade's bloodshot eyes bulged, and he coughed up thick blood again.

Louis took in the Rear Admiral's final counterattack, a flicker of surprise rising in his heart. He hadn't expected the first naval soldier he encountered in Seikai to make such a heroic stand.

So he abandoned the idea of turning him into paste, deciding instead to grant this relatively valiant sailor a dignified death.

Then, Louis swiftly pulled out the blood-soaked metal spear, quietly watching as the life drained from this naval officer.

At the end of his life, the Rear Admiral's eyes slowly closed, his consciousness fading. Yet even so, he still cared about his subordinates' lives, murmuring as if to himself: "Retreat... retreat... you can't beat him..."

Louis showed no reaction. In his Observation Haki perception, there were no life signs left on the ship. Even if there were, he wouldn't let a single naval soldier he had marked escape.

Back then, the Navy had participated in the siege of Louis's clan without a shred of mercy. Leaving this Rear Admiral intact was already more than generous.

After all, when Louis sparred with the coaches brought up from the Calm Belt in Sky Island, he had torn them apart piece by piece, staining a vast stretch of Island Cloud red—so much so that even washing it with Sea Cloud couldn't scrub it clean.

"Crack..." Accompanied by a grating sound that tortured human hearing, the warship that had taken Louis's impact finally gave way, splitting along the massive fissure.

From a corner of the deck, Louis's gaze fell on the corpse before him, and he said calmly, "If I hadn't been born into the Lunarian clan, perhaps I wouldn't have specifically targeted Navy soldiers."

Louis bore the mission of returning his people to the Red Line and making the Lunarians great again, so naturally, he wouldn't show any mercy toward forces aligned with the World Government.

Before he left, some clansmen who harbored extreme hatred for the World Government had even said that once Louis grew strong enough, they would settle accounts with the families of World Government personnel as well, to avenge the blood debts of decades past.

But Louis wasn't the kind of madman who killed indiscriminately and started wars on a whim; he didn't endorse his clansmen's ideas. On the contrary, he was fairly friendly toward ordinary people, and when in a good mood, he didn't mind helping commoners from the Seikai treat their external injuries.

Speaking of which, he was quite popular among the Sky Islanders of Ball's.

On average, every time he went out, a dozen or so Sky Island girls would pinch his cheeks and take liberties with him. One young girl from his own clan, whom he had beaten until she cried, openly declared that Louis must be a succubus to have gotten beaten up like that.

Though those Sky Islanders never saw the miserable deaths of the Calm Belt beasts that served as his coaches.