Garp Arrives!

Just think of how many years he had spent setting up this scheme, how many brain cells had died in the process—yet it still could not compare to a rebellion by an insider trusted by the government and able to reach the Celestial Dragons.

This taught Ron a lesson: the more calculating a person was, the more likely they were to fail because of unforeseen events, unless... Ahem, he was getting off track.

In short, Caesar had taught Ron a lesson through his actions—a lesson called, "Risk everything to pull the emperor from his throne."

Noticing the serious look in Ron's eyes, Caesar collapsed to the floor with a thud.

"Is there really... no way out?"

"I didn't want this either. For the experiment to succeed, I had to be willing to invest heavily... But the Five Elders guarded against us like thieves. What else could I do?!"

Caesar roared furiously, "If the Five Elders had allowed us to experiment on Celestial Dragons, this would have been over fucking long ago!"

"This isn't my fault! They forced me into it!"

Watching Caesar's crazed eyes, Ron silently lit a cigar and let out a long breath.

"I believe you could have done it, Caesar."

"But there's no use explaining that to me... Regardless of the cause, you are the one responsible for the mass deaths of the Celestial Dragons. Whether it's to put an end to the past or to look toward tomorrow, someone has to step up and take the blame."

"It can't be Vegapunk, so it can only be you."

In an instant, Caesar raised his head in disbelief.

"You mean... even if that accident never happened, as long as the Celestial Dragons were gone, I would still have to die?"

He was no fool. A fool could not