Chaotic Mary Geoise

Sig picked up a rapier. Though he lacked any formal training, he used his strength and speed to harvest Togel's subordinates.

Meanwhile, numerous seemingly frail female slaves, their eyes now red, also grabbed swords and hacked about clumsily!

Some transformed into Centaurs, their usual graceful dance steps now pounding out the rhythm of rebellion; others became Bunny Girls, their long legs no longer mere decorations for serving tea and flirting. Even without combat skills, they used their teeth to tear at the flesh of anyone blocking their escape. Some became Snake Girls, using their usual alluring figures to choke enemies until they suffocated…

To the World Government, the lives of Celestial Dragons were undoubtedly immensely precious.

However, it was precisely because of this that most of the powerful individuals, especially the CP0 organization, were likely protecting the Celestial Dragons in the safe zones. Even if they knew the slaves only wanted to escape and wouldn't attack, they wouldn't dare be careless.

Furthermore, Sig suspected something was happening in Mary Geoise recently. Recalling, Sig suddenly realized he hadn't seen the usual ostentatious processions of those Celestial Dragon power-holders lately…

Those intercepting the slaves were merely ordinary guards; the number of experts wasn't high.

"Ah! You..."

Accompanied by a scream of terror, Sig saw a guard gradually turning to stone.

Sig looked at the opposite side in surprise and saw… a young girl with a large forehead.

The girl was also terrified. This was likely the first time she had used her ability to kill someone. However, she quickly hardened her resolve and kicked the stone, shattering it, to prevent her ability from being broken free later.

Noticing Sig looking at her, the girl glanced back, her eyes filled with wariness and hysteria.

As a "Spectator," Sig could roughly read her inner thoughts. At this moment, the thought of "worrying about being seen as a rioter or an anomaly" occupied at most ten percent of her mind. The tension after killing for the first time was also compressed to ten percent. The other eighty percent was "I must survive, I must escape."

"This is good! I hope to see you again on the sea later." Seeing that she was already adjusting her mindset, Sig simply greeted her and turned to leave.

Sticking together at this time was definitely not a wise move.

Although Sig guessed that this girl was likely the future renowned Pirate Empress Hancock, he couldn't guarantee that following her wouldn't lead to a tragedy where no one could escape.

In fact, Sig had more confidence in his own solo escape!

The physical enhancements from various aspects gave Sig the strength of a mid-tier pirate combatant. This level was neither too conspicuous, leading to him being surrounded, nor too weak, allowing him to be easily killed.

More importantly, the "Spectator" ability made it easy for Sig to find opportunities to blend in.

Without acting with the other female slaves, Sig managed to reach the chaotic zone after dealing with Togel.

Shouts of killing, cries, and raging fires were everywhere.

Sig tried his best to avoid the guards blocking the way and the groups of slaves – the latter easily attracting guards.

Hiding in an alley again, intending to take a shortcut to the port…

Around a corner, Sig came face-to-face with a young man with dark green hair.

Both were tense, and upon meeting, they immediately exchanged a slash!

Clang—

The two rapiers met and locked, giving both sides a moment to look at the other—one wore a hospital gown, the other a clown-style suit, and the rapiers in their hands were clearly scavenged…

The technological tree in the pirate world was chaotic, especially in the Grand Line. Due to the difficulty of seafaring, different islands had every kind of civilization, from artificial human technology to primitive farming.

However, for the guards of Mary Geoise, the Marines, and pirates alike, the most widely used weapons were still rapiers and flintlocks—with the former being more important. The standard model was usually a "Bari Saber" with a ring guard, single-edged blade, slight curvature, and a relatively thick tip. Those with more strength used the wider "Heavy Bari Saber."

As for the straight swords used by swordsmen, without knowledge of swordsmanship, they were not as practical as ordinary rapiers.

Flintlocks were mostly in the muzzle-loading era, with questionable accuracy and reload speed, serving only as a supplement.

"All Celestial Dragons deserve to die!"

"You're right."

The two withdrew their rapiers and stepped back, but they remained wary of each other.

As long as one wasn't a lackey of the Celestial Dragons, there was room for discussion. But who knew if the other person might be a heinous pirate, a ruthless killer.

"I think going your way is better."

"No, I think the way you came is fine."

"I stand by my opinion, so let's switch."

Neither Sig nor the green-haired youth intended to travel together. They cautiously circled each other in the alley, wanting to "brush past," of course, both facing each other and keeping their rapiers pointed to their sides.

Just as they were closest to each other, a sound of neat footsteps suddenly approached, simultaneously from both the front and back!

Sig keenly sensed the green-haired youth's ill intentions and quickly swung his sword to meet him.

Clang—

They both struck almost simultaneously!

"Looks like we're the same kind of person."

"No, I sensed your killing intent."

"Heh, you think I believe that?"

At this moment, six or seven guards emerged from both sides of the alley.

"Put down your swords and raise your hands!" Over a dozen guns pointed at Sig and the green-haired youth.

Upon seeing the two slaves actually fighting each other, the guards burst into laughter.

"Jack! Master even treated your illness, how can you run away?" The green-haired youth furiously pushed towards Sig.

Sig feigned a lack of strength, or rather, the appearance of an illness that had weakened his body, retreating and leaning against the wall. The sword in his hand was pressed towards his own chest.

Of course, in reality, Sig's ribs did indeed ache intensely when he exerted himself, making his act even more convincing.

"Breg... you despicable scoundrel! Do you think that fat pig will reward you for this?" Sig didn't engage in a dog-eat-dog fight with him, but instead went along with the act.

The green-haired youth then slightly raised an eyebrow at Sig, as if offering encouragement and approval. He was actually worried that this kid, in his anger, might actually argue with him about "who was the slave trying to escape," which would only worsen the situation.

Sig keenly received his subtle signal and even wished his expression had been more concealed, lest those lackeys notice.

"Damn you! Are you crazy? How dare you call master..." The green-haired youth feigned anger, sweeping Sig's sword aside and leaving a gash on his arm, though he didn't knock the sword away.

Afterward, the two clashed and moved a few steps closer to the direction the green-haired youth had come from. The guards blinked in surprise before temporarily believing the scene...

After all, the reason they were fighting now was due to the Celestial Dragons' command: "Do not let the slaves escape."

Even though these slaves had now turned into rioters... the Celestial Dragons' orders were absolute. They wanted to personally torture and kill any slaves attempting to escape, so the guards' primary objective was to capture them alive.

Encountering a "loyal slave" like this, they dared not disbelieve. At the very least, they had to capture him and bring him back for the Celestial Dragons to judge.

"Alright, loyal servant, you can stop now. Leave this to us..."

Before the words were even out, Sig and the green-haired youth, who had been attacking each other, suddenly increased their speed and strength by several notches. They charged directly into the nearby guards holding flintlocks!

At this range, flintlocks were far less effective than swords...

Screams and cries of pain erupted. The two instantly cut down two or three guards each. Then, without a second thought, they performed the same action – pulling the only remaining fat guard towards them to use as a shield!

As expected, the other squad of guards opened fire without regard for their comrades. Fortunately, the two had a human shield in front of them