What Do You Take Life for?!

Hearing the Celestial Dragon's shocking words,

Will couldn't help but pause for a moment. Then, with a look of surprise, he said,

"You're telling me this right now?!"

He truly couldn't understand how the other man had the nerve to say such a thing.

Was this fat, big-eared Celestial Dragon really not afraid of dying at all?

Saint Charlos saw that Will hadn't immediately dropped to his knees, overflowing with gratitude, to thank him.

His face, which had been calm until then, darkened at once. Humiliated and furious, he growled,

"Damn bug! I give you a chance, and you don't even know how to appreciate it!"

Then he suddenly held out his hand behind him and took a Den Den Mushi that one of his attendants had instinctively offered.

Looking at the Den Den Mushi in his hand, its eyes tightly shut,

Saint Charlos let out a sinister chuckle. "Heh heh heh heh. You should know what this is, right?"

"If I contact Marine Headquarters, they'll send a Marine Admiral over immediately."

"Then you'll be as good as dead!"

Hearing that, Will raised an eyebrow and replied with an indifferent expression, "Oh? That powerful, huh? How terrifying."

At those words,

the arrogant Saint Charlos seemed not to catch the meaning at all. He thought Will was genuinely backing down.

So he let out another smug, sinister laugh. "Heh heh heh heh. Scared now, are you, you damned—"

But before he could finish,

Will had already lost patience. In an instant, he vanished from where he stood.

Shave!

The next second,

Will suddenly appeared in front of the Celestial Dragon and casually swung a punch, landing it squarely on the man's transparent helmet.

Bang!

Saint Charlos was struck on the helmet and sent flying sideways.

He hit the ground and rolled several times before stopping in front of the slaves.

His white robe was filthy now, too.

The Den Den Mushi that had been in his hand fell to the ground as well.

The attendants standing in front of Will stared with their mouths agape, utterly shocked. Their jaws nearly hit the floor.

"You... How dare you attack a Celestial Dragon!"

Will's gaze turned cold as one of the attendants rushed up to him, pointed at his nose, and shouted.

Then Will suddenly raised his hand and swung it across the man's face.

The tremendous force sent the attendant's head spinning several times, his neck twisted like a pretzel.

His head stopped facing backward, his face still fixed in an angry expression as he stared behind him.

Faced with such a horrifying sight, the other attendants covered their mouths, their eyes full of fear.

Just then, Saint Charlos, who had been knocked away, slowly got back to his feet.

He glanced at the tiny crack in his helmet and burst into relieved laughter.

"Hahahahaha! This thing isn't as fragile as resin bubbles!"

"With your strength, you'll never break this specially made protective helmet!"

"Oh?" Will turned to look at him, his eyes bright with anticipation. "Is that so? Then let me try."

Seeing Will's reaction,

Saint Charlos' heart lurched. He hurriedly pulled a specially made golden gun from his clothes, pointed it at a female slave nearby, and roared,

"Don't come any closer! Or I'll shoot her dead!"

But before Will could respond,

another male slave nearby suddenly charged forward with a shout.

Bang!

The Celestial Dragon instinctively swung the gun around and pulled the trigger.

The bullet shot out at high speed, piercing the male slave's lower leg.

Watching the slave collapse to the ground, howling in pain,

Saint Charlos broke into another crazed fit of laughter.

"Hahahahaha! This is fun, so much fun! These ridiculous bugs!"

Will couldn't understand how a Celestial Dragon could think about life that way. He couldn't help asking coldly,

"What's fun about this? What's so funny? What do you take life for?"

Saint Charlos was taken aback. With a look of surprise, he said,

"Life? These people count as living beings?"

"They're nothing but worthless commoners!"

"I'd already killed several things like these by the time I was eight!"

Will furrowed his brow and asked again, "Are you saying you've been killing people for fun, without any reason, since you were a child?"

"What? You mean killing people?"

Saint Charlos looked even more surprised. Pointing his gun at a nearby slave, he said,

"Can these things even be called people? They're just a bunch of slaves. There are as many of them as you want out on the sea!"

"Killing slaves for fun? Hahahahaha! Do I need a reason to kill these slaves?"

As he spoke, he suddenly stopped laughing. His expression grew more and more vicious as he growled arrogantly,

"My father told me when I was little,"

"Son, it's all right. You can kill as many of those bug-like slaves as you want."

"Because you're the most noble Celestial Dragon in the world!"

The slaves nearby froze at those horrifying words. Their mouths hung open, and their pupils trembled wildly.

By now, Will's expression had gradually returned to calm. He asked in an indifferent tone,

"How many slaves have you killed so far?"

The Celestial Dragon raised his head proudly, still grinning viciously. "Heh. You're asking how many slaves I've killed?"

"What a joke. How could I possibly remember? Can you remember how many pieces of meat you eat every day?"

Will's gaze shifted. Without changing his expression, he said, "I see."

After hearing those words,

he had more or less figured out the other man's way of thinking.

In the eyes of the Celestial Dragons, it seemed that they didn't consider anyone else in the world to be human.

That was why the Celestial Dragons treated slaves and commoners as they did.

They used them however they wanted and killed them whenever they pleased, entirely at their own whim.

Once he understood that,

the Celestial Dragon standing before him, an eyesore, had no value to Will anymore.

Then, without warning, he suddenly blurred and vanished from where he stood.

Immediately afterward,

as the Celestial Dragon looked on in terror, Will flashed back into view and swung a fist straight at him!

Bam!

Saint Charlos was struck squarely on the helmet and sent flying. The golden gun fell from his hand and hit the ground.

Crack!

After he landed, before he could get back up, a cracking sound came from the helmet on his head.

Then it shattered completely with a bang.

"Ah! My helmet!"

After taking two breaths of the cold air, Saint Charlos immediately covered his nose and mouth and shouted in fury. He didn't even care about the cuts the fragments had left on his face.

"You made me breathe the same air as you! You're dead!"

But by then, Will was already immune to the Celestial Dragon's ravings. He ignored them and continued walking toward him, step by step.

He wanted the man to experience as much fear and pain as possible before he died.

Otherwise, killing the scum with a single punch would be far too kind.