Could it work?
Apparently not. Chloe had said that the Pirate King could no longer be harmed by anything mortal. Even if they threw it into a furnace, it would not burn to death—much less did they necessarily have a furnace that large.
Hm? It seemed they did have one. Wasn't Castel Cathedral built atop an unimaginably enormous furnace?
Even if it was not big enough, they could build a bigger one.
For some reason, the thought of "burning the Pirate King as pollution" would not leave Theus's mind. His brain spun frantically, trying to find a way.
That was the pollution of the entire Storm Ocean. If they could use it as fuel, wouldn't Castel never lack fuel again?
For quite some time, Castel had been plagued by fuel shortages. The island had so many trees, yet it produced no coal. Theus had no choice but to rack his brains searching for fuel.
They had finally found pollution as a substitute, but if the Pirate King died, would there be no more pollution beneath the Storm Ocean in the future?
What would Castel burn without pollution? How could they industrialize without fuel?
Castel's rapid development now depended on the corpses of Fishmen and arm monsters. The pollution they became was like the blood of industry, granting this steel giant inexhaustible productive capacity.
But now they were saying this fuel was going to run out?
No. He could not let the Pirate King perish like this. Absolutely not!
Theus gritted his teeth.
Theus paced in circles around the room. Only when dawn began to break did he suddenly stop.
His eyes were bloodshot, but his expression was exceptionally excited.
Theus rushed to the table in a few strides, grabbed the diary, slit his hand, and began writing in it:
[Chloe,