Everything is for Art

He withdrew the tangled thoughts from his mind.

After sorting everything out, Will had no intention of lingering any longer in this ugly rat's room.

He folded the confidential documents and tucked them into his pocket.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, Will suddenly paused mid-step, as if something had occurred to him.

So he picked up the Marine Branch base blueprint from the desk, opened it, and gave it a brief look.

After locating the position information he needed.

Will tossed the blueprint aside, turned around, and punched the door to pieces with one blow, then went straight downstairs and headed back the way he came.

As soon as he stepped out of the building.

Will saw the townspeople standing among the fallen Marines soldiers, their faces full of terror.

But he had no mood to explain further now. He walked over, his face cold, and commanded in a stern voice:

"Go to the shore dock. Find a ship that can hold all of you."

"Then sail in that direction and wait for me near the other vessel over there."

As he spoke, he pointed toward the direction where his own ship was moored.

The townspeople were instantly cowed by the aura radiating from Will. After hearing him, they nodded frantically, their expressions panicked.

Whoosh—!

Seeing this, Will said no more and vanished on the spot.

The crowd was so shaken by the sight that they didn't even have time to think further.

Many who knew how to sail rushed to the shore on their own, starting to search for a suitable boat.

The others snapped out of it and hurriedly followed.

Everyone moved with great speed, terrified that even a slight delay would leave them in the same state as the Marines on the ground.

A few seconds later.

Will's figure appeared before a massive warehouse inside the Marine Branch.

Looking at the large warehouse, which was only slightly shorter than the building housing the Rat Captain's office.

Will muttered to himself, "So this is the Marine Branch's Arsenal. Didn't expect it to be this big."

Then he stepped forward to the warehouse doors.

Ignoring the wheel mechanism beside him meant for opening them.

Will simply reached out with both hands and easily pushed open the two metal doors, each over ten meters wide.

The heavy doors scraped rapidly against the ground, letting out a harsh creaking sound.

After pushing the doors open, Will strode straight inside.

But when he saw what was stored within, a flicker of surprise couldn't help but flash in his eyes.

The arsenal was piled high with all kinds of guns and ammunition.

On top of that, there were mountains of Explosive barrels.

In fact, more than two-thirds of the entire warehouse space was taken up by those barrels.

Snapping out of it, Will instinctively thought:

"No wonder that Rat Captain looked so confident."

"It's not just because of his status as a Marine, but also because he had plenty of firepower at his disposal."

Just the sheer amount of explosives in this warehouse alone would be enough to destroy an ordinary town.

Even if the Fish-Man Arlong brought his entire crew here, they'd probably only end up dead.

Even though this era wasn't yet one where bombs ruled supreme.

Such a quantity was more than enough to create a qualitative change—at least enough to wipe out some small fry without issue.

Looking at the stacks of gunpowder barrels in the warehouse, a brilliant idea came to Will.

Act on it.

So he stepped forward, grabbed one barrel in each hand, and hauled them all out, arranging them around the open space in front of the warehouse.

After setting things up quickly.

Will looked at the large number of Explosive barrels placed around him, feeling no trace of fatigue, and thought to himself:

"All for the sake of art."

Then he wasted no more time. He moved, vanishing in an instant, and returned to the townspeople's side a few seconds later.

By then, the townspeople had already found a suitable Cargo Ship for transporting goods, just as instructed.

Though Will had told them to sail out to sea and head in the designated direction.

They simply didn't have the nerve to actually leave on their own.

Therefore, everyone gathered together again, found an open space, and quietly waited.

Whoosh—!

The moment Will suddenly appeared before them.

The villagers immediately tensed up, their eyes unconsciously revealing a trace of "loyalty."

Will paid no attention to their reactions.

He first glanced at the boats docked not far off by the shore.

Then he roughly scanned the villagers before him, noting there were about a hundred people.

Satisfied, Will nodded and said, "Good, you've done very well!"

"Now, continue following my orders. Every Marine you saw lying on the ground after coming up here."

"Carry them all, without exception, to that place over there where the barrels are stacked."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed in a general direction.

The villagers were stunned by his words, and many couldn't help but look at the large number of Marines soldiers unconscious on the ground nearby.

Though those Marines had long lost the ability to resist.

The daily oppression and abuse they had suffered still made everyone feel a flicker of fear.

Yet, facing this terrifying man who had taken down so many vicious Marines, None of those present dared to defy his orders, all showing extreme obedience.

Even the vigilance they had maintained back in the underground prison had vanished without a trace.

Because the villagers simply felt that if they didn't follow Will's commands, they would likely end up like the Marines on the ground.

So, snapping out of it, they quickly nodded in response.

Will frowned at this, unsure if they had truly understood.

So he patiently stepped forward again, grabbed two villagers like chicks, and carried them to a corner.

Then, holding the two trembling men high, he gave them a clearer indication of the general direction of the Arsenal.

"See clearly now? The barrels are stacked over there."

Seeing the two nod dumbly, he lowered them back down and looked down at them, saying:

"Alright, go show the others the way properly. Don't get the position wrong."

"Yes, sir!"

The two villagers stiffened instantly, instinctively raising their hands in a salute and responding loudly.

Will paused at this, then couldn't be bothered to think further, turning and walking away.

He didn't want to waste any more time here.

Because there were still many Marines scattered unconscious in other places, needing him to go retrieve them.

A moment later.

While the villagers were laboriously transporting those Marines to the Arsenal.

Will had also brought back all the Marines from other parts of the island.

Looking at the towering pile of bodies stacked in the open space before the Arsenal's doors.

Will nodded in satisfaction, then gave another order to the villagers nearby:

"Alright, you're done here."

"Now, everyone head to the shore and board the boats. Sail to the position I specified earlier!"

"Yes, sir!"

The villagers seemed to have grown accustomed to Will's commands, instinctively raising their hands in salute and responding loudly.

Watching the group of villagers sprinting toward the boats on the shore.

Will stood still, silently observing.

Thinking of the preparations he had just made, a glimmer of anticipation flashed in his eyes.