Ochoku the Traitor Fights Rocks (Seeking Flowers)

On the coast of the Olama Nation in the New World, raging waves battered the Navy warships, and fierce winds billowed the cloaks of justice behind them.

Thunder and lightning tore across the sky, piercing through the dense clouds, but in the next moment, the flashes were swallowed and smothered by the thick overcast.

This unnatural, dark weather seemed to foretell that the outcome of this battle was meant to be concealed.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!!"

Countless cannonballs, as if tireless, rained down on Olama, waking every member of the Rocks Pirates with their thunderous roar.

Each of them unleashed their own abilities to counter and destroy the descending shells.

In a certain area of the Olama Nation.

"Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique!"

Patri Vic opened his mouth and spat out a massive fireball, detonating all the cannonballs that tried to fall from above.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"

The shells exploded midair after being triggered by the flames.

But one wave barely settled before another rose—endless cannonballs poured in without pause, like a perpetual motion machine.

"Kraaack!"

Whitebeard stood beside Patri Vic, gripping Murakumogiri in one hand. A white haze coated the blade, and he suddenly smashed it against the space before him.

All the cannonballs about to descend were detonated by the force of the tremor, and the deafening explosions echoed across all of Olama.

"It seems the Navy came well prepared this time," Whitebeard said in a low voice, watching the next wave of shells hurtling toward them.

These cannonballs couldn't inflict serious damage on them, but destroying this endless barrage still drained some of their stamina.

"But their goal is doomed to fail," Patri Vic said calmly, his expression composed.

"Are you so sure we'll win?" Whitebeard asked with a chuckle.

"Of course," Patri Vic replied with an easy smile.

Olama was not God Valley.

No matter how the Navy prepared, Rocks would not fall here.

Some might say the protagonist was a transmigrator, and that his arrival had brought a butterfly effect to this world.

That was true enough, but that very butterfly effect made it even less likely—because Patri Vic was no ordinary combatant.

The many officers of the Rocks Pirates began clearing the dense rain of cannonballs falling from the sky.

But one officer didn't join the fight. Instead, he went alone to a relatively safe area on the edge of Olama.

"This time, the Rocks Pirates meet their end," Ochoku sneered, watching Olama under bombardment.

This time, Navy Headquarters had launched a Buster Call, deploying a large number of elite Marines, and even sending out a Fleet Admiral and a Navy Admiral.

The Navy had truly gone all out. Ochoku could already picture the Rocks Pirates' officers dying in gruesome fashion.

"Do you think the Navy can kill me?"

Suddenly, a voice reached his ears.

Ochoku spun around, beads of sweat instantly forming on his forehead, his body trembling uncontrollably. His face twisted in terror as he stammered, "Wh-why are you here?"

Standing behind him was none other than Rocks himself!

Rocks wore a cold smirk on his lips, watching him like the God of Death.

"Why can't I be here?" Rocks asked with a sneer.

"Damn it... when did you find out?"

Ochoku stared at Rocks's smile, a chill running down his spine, and couldn't help stepping back a few paces.

"After you left the tavern and returned, the Navy showed up just a few hours later. Naturally, I had my suspicions," Rocks explained calmly.

Because he suspected Ochoku, Rocks had followed him in secret. He never expected Ochoku to be foolish enough to blurt out those words just now.

That was enough for Rocks to confirm Ochoku was the traitor.

"Whoosh!"

A cannonball was about to land right above their heads.

A flash of white light streaked by, and the shell in the sky, along with the surrounding buildings and structures, was all sliced cleanly in two.

A thin line of blood had appeared on Ochoku's face, droplets trickling down.

"Wasn't it good to conquer the world by my side? Why choose to betray me?" Rocks's expression turned cold, an overwhelming aura erupting from his entire being.

"Damn you, I only followed you to make money. I wasn't about to throw my life away for your boring ambition!" Ochoku snarled, his face twisted in desperation, knowing he wouldn't survive.

The "boring ambition" he spoke of was Rocks's desire to rule the world.

Ochoku believed that the Rocks Pirates could never rule the world.

"Hahaha... what's the Navy now? In a few years, I'll drag the Celestial Dragons down from their throne, and then I'll be the world's ruler." Rocks grinned savagely.

"No one's going to play your world-domination game. Everyone's here for money. No officer wants to be under someone else's thumb. That ambition of yours is impossible." Ochoku sneered coldly.

"I'll show you it's possible. But first, you die." Rocks gripped his Famous Sword and stepped closer to Ochoku.

"Damn it."

Ochoku coated his body in Armament Haki, glaring at Rocks with a grim expression.

He knew he wouldn't survive. He might as well fight back in his final moments.

Rocks and Ochoku clashed in battle.

On the shore.

The cannons aboard fifteen Navy warships fired without pause.

The dense barrage of shells was enough to destroy any nation in the New World.

But killing the officers of the Rocks Pirates was impossible. The cannons could only clear out the countless fodder.

And wear down the stamina of the Rocks Pirates' officers.

"Report, Fleet Admiral. We're almost out of shells."

A Navy soldier walked respectfully to Kong's side and reported.

"I understand."

The Fleet Admiral nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to Kong beside him and said solemnly, "Time to move, Kong."

"Let's move. I can't wait to wipe out the Rocks Pirates." Kong slowly opened his eyes.

"Attack!" the Fleet Admiral shouted.

All the Navy warships ceased fire. Countless elite Navy soldiers began their assault on Orama.

Along the way, they saw piles of pirate corpses, and countless civilian bodies as well.

More accurately, the ground was littered with mangled remains of both pirates and civilians—not a single corpse was intact.

Seeing the blood and gore, with intestines spilling out, even these well-trained soldiers felt a bit nauseous.

They had killed pirates with their own hands before.

But the sight of blood, flesh, and organs mixed with dirt still made them uncomfortable.

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