Don't Want This Cruel World

Three days before the public execution.

Sergeant Major Jacques (he) let out a long sigh of relief as he walked out of the interrogation room.

The Base Commander (he) seemed particularly persistent, his fierce gaze trying to pry something out of him.

He wasn't sure if his body language or facial expressions had revealed anything, but at least he hadn't said anything.

It should be fine.

"You're back, Lord Jacques."

Private Third Class Joel (he) sidled up.

As Marines who had participated in the Human Auction House incident together, they naturally formed a circle within the base.

The other Marines were still watching.

Watching the fate of those involved.

"It should be over soon."

Jacques rubbed his head, thinking about the major operation at Marineford right now, and he couldn't be sure.

Even Rear Admiral Sicily (he), who had originally planned to pursue the matter aggressively, had to reduce the intensity.

If necessary, their base, which was adjacent to Marineford, would also be sent to the battlefield.

"We actually provoked that strongest man." He shook his head, still finding it hard to believe.

"By the way, where's Brey?"

Brey was that dark-skinned man who couldn't hold back tears before the big fire at the auction house.

Jacques thought of him now because when Sicily was taking a headcount, he noticed that this old brother seemed to have never returned since the beginning.

Did he defect?

"I haven't seen him either. I heard he went to the civilian district?" Joel was a little unsure.

"The civilian district, it seems to have been a bit restless there lately. Even Diouf warned me several times."

As time drew nearer, the Marines, whether from Marineford or District 66 Base, seemed to be in an extremely tense state.

They didn't even pay attention to the Supernovas who had been landing on the island one after another during this period.

However, it was worth mentioning that the Straw Hat Pirates were already clamoring to rescue the pirate who was to be publicly executed.

The CP organization responsible for surveillance thought that the pirate crew's captain didn't have much of a brain and couldn't possibly cross the Gate of Justice.

Civilian District.

Not far from where Allison was setting up his stall.

A secret meeting was being held in a bubble bike rental shop.

They wore coarse linen robes and did not wear the wide hoods that were supposedly essential for secret meetings.

Of course, it was also possible that they simply lacked the knowledge.

"Down with this cruel world!"

The person in the center shouted, raising a blood-stained dagger high.

If anyone from the Marine base were here, they would recognize him as Brey, the second-class private who had not returned to the base.

His shout resonated deeply with the other attendees, who all raised their daggers and shouted in unison:

"Down with this cruel world!"

"Didn't Lord Arrow say something different originally?"

Swan, leaning against a corner, couldn't help but frown, feeling that this gathering of Major Arrow's followers seemed a bit unreliable.

Especially Brey, who looked like a fanatical follower.

Even more unreliable!

However, they both shared a common starting point: they wanted to do something.

Since she had decided to follow in Lord Arrow's footsteps, she naturally couldn't place all the pressure on Lord Arrow.

Liberating slaves

What a grand ideal!

Swan imagined Buggy in her mind radiating golden light, with several halos floating behind him.

Fortunately, after the mystical initiation ceremony, Brey quickly got down to business.

"The Slave Catchers are still rampant!"

A somewhat simple-minded man said.

"They are already preparing to hold a new auction!"

"It's said that a batch of Celestial Dragons' slaves recently died."

"Just reminding tourists isn't having much of an effect anymore."

The others chimed in with their discussions.

Even Allison, with his aged voice, joined in.

The Navy's denial of the news was certainly a splash of cold water, but it made them realize each other's existence.

They could work together for the great ideal proposed by Major Arrow!

"Then we'll take the initiative!"

Brey slammed his right fist down heavily, a clear light in his eyes.

He had found a great cause to dedicate his life to!

That was to follow Lord Arrow!

"We might not be a match for the Slave Catchers if we fight them."

Someone stated directly.

Compared to the Slave Catchers, who were in the kidnapping business, they were no match at all.

"No."

"I mean, we'll take the initiative and strike those nobles and wealthy merchants who buy slaves. Their forces are much weaker!"

Brey felt his idea was very rational.

After all, compared to the guerrilla-like Slave Catchers, it would be much easier to start with the scattered buyers.

Nobles?!

The expressions of those gathered clearly faltered. Their long-held beliefs made them think there was an essential difference between themselves and the nobles.

The thought of striking nobles now was simply unimaginable.

Wasn't this like the sinful revolutionary army under the World Government's propaganda?

However, once the idea emerged, it couldn't be suppressed.

--

The last day before the execution.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Sicily's eyes were bloodshot. Disregarding the fact that Buggy was only temporarily suspended, he grabbed his hair and slammed his head against the interrogation table.

"What exactly did you instruct them to do?!"

"How dare you brazenly attack the residence of a World Government official!"

"This is a capital offense! You're inciting them to become pirates!"

Sicily's roar was as if he wanted to shatter the scoundrel before him.

He even thought, would it be better if he went to the headquarters plaza to prepare for battle right now? Otherwise, after the war ended, he, as the Base Commander who not only did nothing but also allowed such a heinous incident to occur in his jurisdiction, wouldn't know how much of his skin he could save!

"Heh heh... heh."

Buggy's gaze was as if he were looking at an agitated monkey in a zoo. "Can you believe it? I actually didn't do anything."

"It's just madness. Madness is like gravity, you just need a gentle push."

"Hahaha."

The cheerful laughter made the veins on Sicily's forehead seem about to burst.

He felt that the order around him, after approaching this man, had unconsciously begun to collapse.

The other party was like a chaotic origin point.

His panic and anger, besides worrying about his own future, were largely due to his fear of a disordered future.

This fear caused his expression to become increasingly cold.

"Is this what you want to do?"

"It's useless!"

"Do you think they are truly fighting for something? No, they are just throwing their own lives away!"

"Including you!" Sicily's gaze, fixed on Buggy, also showed a hint of madness.

A madness that seemed to have been infected by his own madness.

"You will be executed along with that pirate. This is the World Government's decree."