The Extremely Survival-Oriented Dorm Manager!

When the new recruit dormitory administrator rushed to the scene, he saw a mess.

The walls and floor, which were not very clean to begin with, were now pitch black, with scorch marks everywhere. On the ceiling, the light bulbs had all exploded, leaving large patches of debris. On the beds, sparks were igniting the blankets, gradually spreading. On the ground... new recruits lay scattered about, their hair disheveled, black smoke spewing from their mouths.

The administrator pondered this, stroking his chin.

"As expected... a short circuit?"

Pfft!!!

The administrator's first sentence made the entire group cough up blood...

Are you blind?!

Could this kind of destruction be caused by a short circuit?!

However, as if oblivious, he angrily clenched his fist and said, "I told them long ago that the new recruit dormitory equipment was old and needed replacing, but they didn't believe me... This is a good opportunity to replace it all at once."

The new recruits: "..."

While the others were speechless, Ron saw a flicker of shock, and a hint of fear, in the administrator's eyes... He knew Ron existed and realized Ron was responsible for the destruction, but chose to look the other way for his own reasons. You could say...

His survival instinct was incredibly strong!

For such a "sensible" dorm supervisor, Ron, standing behind him, quietly dispersed the lightning he was about to unleash... This was Marine Headquarters, and it was better to follow the rules. Friction between new recruits could be explained away with excuses, but a new recruit acting out against a dorm supervisor, a direct challenge to authority, would be a serious problem!

It definitely wasn't because he was afraid of some idle Hero of the Marines...

"You made such a mess, you clean it up yourselves! We'll deal with replacing the light bulbs tomorrow during the day!"

With that, the supervisor left the room without looking back, intending to close the door.

Clang...

The screws on the wooden door came loose, and it fell over.

His mouth twitched a few times, and the supervisor, without looking, turned and left... After he disappeared from the doorway, Ron heard the sound of hurried footsteps, "thump, thump, thump," rapidly receding from the area.

"What a character!"

After the extremely survival-instinct-driven uncle of a supervisor left, Ron squatted down and pulled a cigarette pack from the pocket of the person he suspected was Zoro, selecting a cigarette with fewer scorch marks.

Crack!

Current sparked between his index and middle fingers, igniting the cigarette with lightning. Then, he sat on the bed and took a satisfying drag.

"Hiss... This stuff really packs a punch, worthy of the One Piece World!"

Biting down on the cigarette holder, Ron looked at the fallen new recruits and raised an eyebrow. "Dormitory bullying? Quite interesting, isn't it..."

Strangely enough, even though Ron had an unusual physique since childhood, being big and strong, he had never been a part of school bullying. Because... rather than picking on the little brats in his own grade, he preferred to bully the thugs who collected protection money at the school entrance.

After all, adults could take a beating better than children.

So, dormitory bullying was something truly novel to him...

Hearing this, the new recruits who had been acting so arrogant moments before began to cry profusely, trying to speak.

"I... whimper... mumble-gurgle-gurgle..."

The tingling numbness hadn't subsided, and their bodies were already out of control. Now, as their lips moved to speak, residual lightning spread and coiled around, causing extreme irritation! Zoro, who was the main target, had his tongue twisted and couldn't even form a coherent word.

But his eyes were full of unwillingness, glaring fiercely at Ron.

After all, he was a little super-human with a Power Level of 300. While the lightning's destructive power was immense, it wasn't enough to completely incapacitate him in one blow. It was just that his body was numb now, and he lacked the strength to resist.

From this, it was clear that the Rumble-Rumble Fruit's reputation as the "strongest Logia" was not unfounded! Even with a Power Level only one-sixth of Zoro's, without the defensive enhancement of Armament Haki, the sheer destructive power of the current on the human body was enough for Ron to fight above his level!

However, Ron disliked this kind of glare.

So, under the terrified gaze of the new recruits, he opened his large hand, grabbed Zoro by the hair, and lifted him up.

Sizzle...

What if someone wasn't convinced?

Keep beating them!

Ron's thinking was always simple.

An hour later, Garp arrived at the dormitory.

By the light of a candle, he saw Ron sitting on the bed closest to the door, electricity crackling all over his body, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as he engaged in his daily self-harming training.

However, the others weren't faring any better. They were all bandaged up, silently cleaning the dormitory... occasionally twitching, their movements stiff like malfunctioning puppets.

"Uh... What happened here? Where did the door go?"

Hearing the voice, the new recruits turned around in surprise.

The Hero of the Marines, "Iron Fist" Garp?

What was he doing at the New Recruit Camp?!

As a Marine Vice Admiral, Garp held a high position and was "busy" with his duties. Even for the annual evaluations or the graduation assessments that determined assignments, he rarely appeared. For a moment, the new recruits' eyes were filled with shock and admiration as they stared blankly at Garp.

However... this was also an opportunity!

The group exchanged glances and nodded!

"Vice Admiral Garp!"

Instantly, the new recruits excitedly rushed forward, wanting to expose Ron's atrocities to Garp!

However, before that, the electricity on Ron's body seemed to jump uncontrollably, hitting a puddle on the floor. Blue light flared, and current surged!

Zzzzzzzzz...

Noticing everyone else was doing a spontaneous breakdance, Ron opened his eyes and looked at them with an apologetic gaze. "Oops... I'm sorry everyone, I didn't mean to!"

You expect me to believe that?!

Do you think I'm blind?!

Garp's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but want to punch him. He had a rough idea of what was happening... Decades ago, he, Sengoku, and Zephyr had gone through the same thing, fighting fiercely in the dorms, neither willing to back down.

He wanted to ask a few questions, but considering his purpose for being here and wanting Ron to cooperate, Garp pretended not to see anything. Under the despairing gaze of the new recruits, he said to Ron, "Come on, let's go outside for a bit!"

"Huh?"

A few minutes later, the two arrived at an open area.

This was a platform behind the new recruit camp dorms. From here, one could overlook the sea and take in half of Marine Headquarters, the scenery magnificent.

Of course, its true value wasn't as a viewing deck, but as part of an evacuation route for the dormitories in emergencies. A few steps ahead, around a corner, it led to an underground port for shelter and escape... The attack on Marine Headquarters by the legendary pirate "Golden Lion" Shiki had left the Marines with an extremely profound, bloody lesson!

On the platform, the two stood ten meters apart. Garp removed his white cloak and draped it over a tree trunk, stretching his limbs.

"Come on, let me test your new move!"

His purpose had been stated on the way. Garp wanted to personally test how Ron managed to unleash an attack four times his body's Power Level. His motive... was simply curiosity.

Talent was the most unreasonable thing!

Some people struggled their entire lives without breaking through their limitations, only able to watch others forge ahead.

Garp understood this principle deeply.

"Sigh, don't waste my training time, Vice Admiral Garp..."

Ron sighed helplessly... Garp wasn't Shuzuo; even with the advantage of time, place, and people, there was no chance of victory. This fight, to put it bluntly, was to satisfy the curiosity of certain unruly old men.

If it weren't for wanting to fully display his current level during the afternoon's test, so the instructors could create a targeted training plan for him, Ron wouldn't have bothered using that move and attracting Garp, that old bastard.

"Enough talk! We'll finish quickly, and I'll let you go back!"

Garp snorted impatiently and waved his hand. "Are you coming or not? If not, I'll go first?"

"No! You'd better stay put, I can't control the direction of this move..."

"As expected, it's an incomplete technique!"

Garp narrowed his eyes slightly at this.

Ron indeed had astonishing talent and perseverance that others lacked, but he had only possessed the Rumble-Rumble Fruit for a little over a month, and his capabilities were limited. He hadn't shown overly astonishing feats on the ship before, such as unleashing an attack with a Power Level of "228". But upon arriving at Headquarters, he had done so, immediately drawing Sengoku's attention!

This made Garp wonder if Ron had deliberately held back in front of him, intending to infiltrate the Marines, gain trust, and achieve some unspeakable secret.

Garp was straightforward, not stupid!

Sometimes, people like him were the smartest.

And... Ron was brought into the Marines by him. He bore an inseparable responsibility for Ron's every move, just like Dragon's departure years ago.

"If you go down the wrong path... I'll bring you back!"

With a firm resolve, Garp's muscles tensed, ready to face Ron's powerful new move.