BW Dorm Bullying

The Alabasta Incident occurred in Marineford Era 1520, six years from now. But before the three-year drought and the rise of rebel forces, Baroque Works had already existed for a long time.

Behind the scenes, from an omniscient perspective, One Piece fans all know who the mastermind is.

Back in the era before Roger became the Pirate King, over twenty years ago, the Shichibukai system was established to curb the increasingly rampant pirate activity on the seas. One of the first Shichibukai was the current national hero of Alabasta, the Logia Sand-Sand Fruit user, known by the epithets "Desert Crocodile" and "Sir. Crocodile."

After failing in his challenge against Whitebeard, Crocodile sought power to defeat him. Following clues, he went to Alabasta to scheme for Pluton. He accepted the government's summons, became a Shichibukai, and used that as cover to establish the Baroque secret society.

With a Shichibukai as a backer, even if it couldn't operate openly, Baroque Works still developed at a terrifying pace.

Until then, their main activities had been assassinations and arms deals. They never deliberately helped pirates or interfered in national affairs, dutifully playing their role as members of the Dark World, with profit as their goal.

The Navy pursued them several times but got no significant results. Combined with pressure from corrupt high-ranking government officials who had taken bribes, the files were long since buried in a corner gathering dust.

But today, in Marineford Era 1514, Baroque Works made a shocking move!

They involved themselves in the internal conflict of Flower Capital West Island, one of the World Government's Affiliated Nations!

Due to the special nature of the Flower Capital, after receiving a request for aid, Sengoku ordered Garp to go... but unexpectedly, he was turned back halfway.

"Internal affairs of an Affiliated Nation—even the World Government doesn't interfere. The Navy would do well not to meddle..."

Those were the words of General Fred of the Flower Capital, the Queen's eldest nephew, who held military power. After careful consideration, Garp held back his impulse and returned the way he came.

His mistake was that his movements were exposed, preventing him from contacting the Queen first.

If the Queen had expressed welcome, the mission would have been as good as done, and it wouldn't have fallen to Ron at all. Similarly, as long as someone from the Flower Capital expressed unwelcome, Garp had to bow to World Government regulations.

Fortunately, the appearance of the "Hero of the Marines" carried great weight!

The other party, wary of the Navy's iron fist, paused their actions and chose to wait and see how things developed. But this couldn't last long—delaying further was anyone's guess. The Navy's only chance was the Queen's 70th birthday four months later, when they could enter the Flower Capital under a legitimate pretext.

Sengoku had already decided: Garp would lead a team to visit, with Ron accompanying the ship. Besides uncovering the true nature of Baroque Works, this would also serve as a test for Ron.

This wasn't a simple multiple-choice question!

How Ron judged the situation—the outcome was extremely important to the Navy and to Sengoku!

Of course, Ron knew nothing of this at the moment. The afternoon test had exhausted him half to death. Under the Instructor's guidance, he arrived at the New Recruit Camp dormitory where he would be staying for who knew how long.

"301, this should be it..."

Hearing the noise coming from behind the door, Ron placed his hand on the doorknob and pushed it open.

Shwip!

Hearing the sound, the recruits inside immediately fell silent and turned to look at him in unison.

This was the simplest recruit dormitory—ten people to a room. The air was mixed with the stench of feet, sweat, and smoke. Dirty clothes were scattered everywhere, as chaotic as a pigsty.

Headquarters didn't have enough space to assign a private room to every green recruit. If you wanted to live in a clean, spacious room alone, you had to earn it with results! This also served to motivate the recruits to train hard.

As a Newcomer who had defeated Shuzuo, Ron was qualified to apply for a private room. But even if the news were announced, few among the recruits would accept it.

In the New Recruit Camp, almost everyone was a prodigy, a genius among geniuses. Even they had been humbled by Shuzuo's unique testing methods. If you claimed to have defeated Instructor Shuzuo, yet your physique wasn't even as good as an ordinary recruit's—on what grounds?!

Then challengers would come in an endless stream, and he'd never have a moment's peace.

Thinking about how dealing with challengers would waste a lot of his training time and be a huge hassle, Ron immediately accepted Traine's suggestion and moved into the large dormitory. After all, there was only a little over a month until the year-end evaluation. By then, he could "win people over with virtue" and settle into a big house comfortably.

And so...

Ignoring the stares of the others, Ron glanced at the empty bunk closest to the door and tossed the luggage the Instructor had assigned him onto it.

Smack!

A hand quickly reached over from the other side of the bed and knocked the luggage off. Then, the recruits sneered and muttered under their breath.

"Another new guy? The instructors really don't know when to quit!"

"Hey, what do you think he'll do?"

"Obviously get pissed off, then get beaten up by Zoro!"

What Ron didn't know was that Dorm 301 had maintained a nine-person roster for a long time. Whenever a new recruit tried to move in, Zoro would bully them. In the end, they'd run crying to the instructor to request a different room.

They'd seen this routine play out many times and were long familiar with it.

Sure enough, seeing his luggage knocked off the bed, Ron looked up and asked expressionlessly, "What's your meaning?"

"Here we go, here we go!"

"Hurry up! I'm the banker—place your bets, no take-backs!"

The others immediately got excited, eagerly gambling money. For them, this was one of the few remaining pleasures in their boring, grueling training life.

A person lay on the inside of the empty bunk. He wasn't wearing a Navy uniform, just a white T-shirt, with dark skin and looked to be in his early twenties. Hearing the question, he raised the cigarette in his hand without lifting his head and replied insincerely.

"Sorry, pal, this is my ashtray. Find another spot..."

There were already nine people living in this dorm. "Find another spot"—where was he supposed to go? Ron quietly turned his head and looked at the others...

"What are you looking at?! You wanna fight?"

"There's no place for you here. Get the hell out!"

"That's right! Get out!"

Since Ron had defeated Shuzuo only a few hours ago, none of the new recruits had any way of knowing about it. Relying on their seniority as veterans, they started making a ruckus, eager to see Ron flustered and at a loss.

But to their disappointment, Ron remained completely calm, as still as an ancient well. Forget flustered—he didn't even show the slightest hint of tension!

After a moment of noisy self-amusement, the others gradually sensed something off and slowly quieted down.

What's going on?

Is this guy emotionally deficient?

Someone was about to speak, but Ron beat them to it.

"Hey... how troublesome..."

He sighed, turned his head to look at the new recruit named Zoro on the upper bunk, and said flatly, "I'll give you three seconds. Get down here and apologize."

Wha... what?!

The new recruits stared at Ron in shock, unable to believe their ears.

Is this guy an idiot?

That's Zoro, one of the hundred strongest in the new recruit camp!

His Power Level is as high as 300!

And you dare make him apologize?!

Immediately, the group burst into loud laughter.

"Unbelievable, unbelievable! Zoro, someone's telling you to get down and apologize!"

"Hahaha, this is hilarious! The funniest thing all year!"

"Someone call a medic! Don't let anyone die here!"

Even Zoro himself was astonished. He propped himself up and looked at Ron in disbelief. "Hey, kid, you dare talk to me like that?! Don't you know who I am..."

"Time's up!"

Before he could finish, Ron rudely cut him off. The contempt in those three words—"Time's up"—infuriated Zoro. He clenched his fists and sneered, "Looks like I'll have to teach you a lesson to make you behave!"

"Beat him, Zoro! I've got 500 Berry on you!"

"Go for it, kid! I'm rooting for you!"

"Haha! You're gonna lose your shorts! Still betting?"

This was an uneven fight—at least in the eyes of the new recruits. But coincidentally, in Ron's eyes, the same was true.

"Teach me a lesson? You sure?"

Zzzz!

A sky-blue lightning python coiled across his body, slowly winding around, its head poking out from behind Ron's shoulder, glaring fiercely at the others. The air filled with the smell of ozone, and the blinding, crackling thunder so close sent a numbing sensation through the new recruits. They were like ducks with their throats squeezed, their voices dying abruptly as they stared fixedly at Ron.

Zoro, who had just climbed down from his bunk, stared at him in shock, his lips trembling. "A... a Logia Devil Fruit?!"

"No kidding! You think I'm generating power with love?"

With a cold snort, Ron lifted his right foot and stomped hard! Under the terrified gazes of the new recruits, the lightning python surged into the ground, splitting into countless arm-thick serpents that spread in all directions.

Lightning Python: Ground Walk!

Zzzzzzz!!!

In an instant, Dormitory 301 and the surrounding rooms were filled with arcs of electricity, blazing with blue light!

Yesterday, after finishing my writing, I was playing World of Warcraft when suddenly someone posted in world chat: "Hey pros, I accidentally used my Hearthstone and ended up back in the newbie zone. How do I get back to the New World?" WoW players know that with the boost service now, true newbies barely understand the map—they just follow the quest chain from 110. So seeing that line, I inexplicably replied: "Go find Fish-Man Island in the sea. Past that is the New World."

And here's the kicker!!!

A Death Knight immediately added: "Go to the Wisdom Valley in Orgrimmar, teleport to Vashj'ir, then head east from the Great Sea Trench. That's Fish-Man Island."

Then a Mage chimed in: "Or go to Mount Hyjal, climb over the top past Mary Geoise, and you're there."

I don't know what happened after that, but I do know that if that newbie actually tried it, he'd be questioning his life choices.

All of them are such trolls!!!