"From this moment on, the world will be under the rule of the Richest Group!"
Three months later.
A newspaper spread across the world, announcing to the mere thirty percent of the population that the world had changed, and that the Richest Group would henceforth be the absolute ruler of this planet.
Anyone who refused to submit would be eliminated.
Without a doubt.
The Richest Group's methods were extremely domineering. They weren't afraid of anyone or any force resisting them. They were set on having things their way, which meant resistance was inevitable.
After all, where there was oppression, there would be resistance.
It was worth noting that Chaos was responsible for half of the seventy percent of the population who had died.
There were also the World Government's surviving fugitives, such as the Five Elders, the Army Admiral, the Celestial Dragons with combat ability, Kong, and others. For now, they were simply lying low and hadn't shown themselves.
Still, they were at most minor nuisances. They weren't all that important to the Richest Group.
If they dared to show their faces, they could simply be crushed.
"Enel, go clean up the Four Seas."
"Old Sand, go clean up the Grand Line."
"Old Don, go clean up the New World."
"Eliminate every force openly resisting us. I don't want anything getting in the way of rebuilding the Sea Star—not even a minor nuisance."
That day.
Stussy summoned Enel, Crocodile, and Archino.
The entire world was in ruins, and plenty of people who couldn't accept an ordinary life were causing trouble. It was time to put things in order.
After all, the plan was to take the Sea Star drifting through space. To the Richest Group, the Sea Star was its own backyard, and Stussy wouldn't allow any fleas infesting it.