Big News Morgans

New World.

This is a very interesting place.

Chaotic and mad magnetic fields, bizarre and dangerous sea routes, strange creatures and plants, and the island hiding the Pirate King's treasure—Laugh Tale, unreachable by normal means—plus the Four Emperors, the Shichibukai, the big shots of the Dark World...

Natural and man-made causes intertwine to forge the New World's irresistible allure.

On a certain island lies the headquarters of the World Economic News Agency.

The glow of the setting sun streamed through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, casting light into the enormous office that housed hundreds of cubicles, reminding the editors, reporters, and miscellaneous clerical staff crammed into those narrow spaces—on the verge of dropping dead from overwork—that it was time to clock out and rest.

But, No one got up to leave.

Everyone sat in their chairs, diligently hunched over their work.

As the world's best-selling newspaper, the World Economic News Paper was the undisputed king of the news industry. Even the major papers run by the World Government couldn't match its popularity, even with all their circulations combined.

Thus, the paper's prestige naturally soared. Every year, countless self-proclaimed genius editors and reporters flooded into the World Economic News Paper's headquarters. The pressure of working there was unimaginable, and to secure their positions, everyone squeezed every ounce of their potential.

Anyone who left work in the evening definitely wouldn't last long here.

"Chief Editor!"

"Big news!"

Suddenly, a new employee who had just put down a Den Den Mushi leaped to his feet and, under countless envious gazes, rushed toward the chief editor's office.

"The Whitebeard Pirates' Second Division Captain, 'Blue Horn' Gion, has died of illness... Hmm, that's a decent story, but it still lacks real appeal!" The "bird-man" sitting in the massive boss chair flipped through the manuscript the employee had submitted.

"Died of illness... Ah! That's definitely the most boring way to go. Too little buzz. A death like that won't spark much interest in buying our paper..."

"Well, should we tweak it? Say, poisoning?"

The employee offered a bold suggestion.

"Hey hey, Richard, my dear partner, are you hoping to see my newspaper razed to the ground?" The bird-man, also known as the president of the World Economic News Agency, "Big News Morgans," flapped his wing-like arms vigorously, using this exaggerated gesture to express his feelings.

"Whitebeard—that's Whitebeard. Do you think if Whitebeard saw someone fabricating his son's cause of death, he might come over and crush every one of us here?"

"Get out, you idiot!"

Morgans drove away the utterly foolish newcomer, already mentally sentencing this recently hired fool to death. His paper didn't need such muddle-headed morons. Directly insulting Whitebeard would only anger Whitebeard's sons, but slandering Whitebeard's son would anger Whitebeard himself.

The World Economic News Agency's status as the uncrowned king of journalism relied not only on Morgans' ability to sniff out big news but also on his skill in handling information about figures far more powerful than himself. He always managed to report stunning scoops without offending those above him.

"Young people these days—each generation is worse than the last. How can they be this stupid? Are their brains made of stone?"

Morgans crumpled the manuscript and tossed it into the wastebasket.

Then, He picked up another file he hadn't finished reading.

"Ekmondo Kingdom... Trick Sword Venkura, Strangling Ghost Farug, Black Beast Tadra... Hey hey, aren't these guys all Umit's subordinates? Is Umit planning to start a war with Whitebeard?"

Big News Morgans.

And news, at its core, is intelligence.

As the president of the World Economic News Agency, Morgans possessed no less intelligence than professional information brokers, and even surpassed them in some of the latest scoops.

The war between the Ekmondo Kingdom and the Amento Kingdom.

In the New World, this was hardly a major event—far less eye-catching than the news of the Whitebeard Pirates' Second Division Captain dying of illness. But Morgans had the latest intel on this war, such as the fact that, at this very moment, the Ekmondo Kingdom's reinforcements should have already clashed with Umit's subordinates.

"Umit... This time, you've kicked a steel plate!"

Morgans opened a drawer and pulled out a thick file.

He opened the file, And took out a hefty stack of documents.

At the top of the stack was a photo, unmistakably a picture of Aleus.

"Sokachio Aleus, First Crown Prince of the Ekmondo Kingdom..." Morgans looked at the data, narrowing his bird-like eyes. He had been keeping tabs on Sokachio Aleus for five years now. Over those five years, more than ten Great Pirates with bounties over 100 million had died mysteriously, and three powerful figures with bounties over 500 million had vanished without a trace. In each of these incidents, he always saw Aleus' name appear.

Driven by a journalist's instinct, he latched onto this seemingly insignificant name.

Then, After five years of tracking and investigation, unfortunately, he hadn't gathered any concrete evidence to prove Aleus capable of killing a powerhouse with a bounty over 500 million—not even a single photo from a battle.

But this didn't dispel Morgans' suspicions.

On the contrary, He grew even more intrigued by this deeply mysterious prince. He had even instinctively concluded that Aleus was definitely a "super-massive Sea King" lurking in the deep sea—a twenty-year-old rising star, nothing like those overhyped Pirate Supernovas of recent years.

This was a true star still dimming its own light. Once it began to shine, perhaps the New World's very structure would change?

After all, Whitebeard was no longer young, and unlike that monster Garp, according to Morgans' exclusive intel, Whitebeard's health had been declining in recent years. Though he hadn't shown any signs of weakness yet, how much longer this strength could last was unknown.

Perhaps, In the near future, the New World would undergo another great reshuffling, just like after the battle at God Valley, when the once-arrogant Rocks Pirates vanished into smoke, and from the corpse of that old emperor, a new emperor rose to claim the lofty throne.

"Umit, will you be the first sacrifice to witness the birth of a new emperor?"

Morgans grew excited.

"Let me have a good look, mysterious Prince Your Highness. Are you a fleeting meteor, or a true star shining brilliantly?"