Who Wasn't an Actor?

"Kill!"

"Open fire! Open fire!"

"Die, you damn Marines!"

The battlefield was a meat grinder. Severed limbs and spilled entrails lay everywhere. Blood ran like rivers, and corpses piled up as far as the eye could see.

The nauseating stench of blood had already filled the air.

Everyone had gone berserk.

Even in their final moments, they dragged their enemies down to hell with them.

Gunfire and battle cries rang out all around. One careless move here could cost you your life.

That was why low- and mid-level battles were far bloodier and more brutal than fights between the top fighters.

"Vivi!"

The desperate cry barely stirred a ripple across the blood-soaked battlefield.

A bullet pierced Vivi's back and tore through her ample chest. Her already pale face turned even whiter as she collapsed into a pool of blood, her hair spilling in disarray and her long dress reduced to rags.

Not far away,

Sanji, Usopp, Brook, Zoro, Nami, and the others were frantic with worry. They were all covered in injuries, big and small. The fact they could still keep moving was a testament to their good fortune.

"Die!"

A major rushed in, gripping his long sword without a hint of mercy and bringing it down on Vivi.

There was no one nearby who could save her.

Zoro and the others were desperately trying to reach her, but they were too far away.

"Luffy!"

As death descended, Nami, the closest to Vivi, cried out in anguish, her bloodstained hair hanging around her face.

It was an instinctive cry for help.

When she was in danger, the first person she thought of was Luffy.

Nami's voice couldn't possibly carry through the deafening gunfire, but Luffy, who was fighting Garp, seemed to hear it anyway.

He instinctively turned toward Vivi. Even