The Underworld's Shipping King

Moya shrugged.

"El Drago, leave the rest to me. I can't have you killing everyone."

Silent Instant Slide

Before the shocked eyes of the crowd, Moya's body turned into a blur and slowly vanished.

By the time he reappeared, he was already standing before King Bear, delivering a punch imbued with Conqueror's Haki that sent the king rolling his eyes into the back of his head.

"Alright, start cleaning up the mess. Get to work."

"Yo-ho! Buggy, come with me to scavenge for treasure!" Nami immediately perked up.

El Drago and the squad leaders were incredibly proactive, rushing off to capture the fleeing and hiding pirates of the Playing Card Pirates.

Kaya, Maddie, Rika, Rim, and Nojiko stayed on the top deck, gazing out at the vast ocean and enjoying the cool breeze, feeling refreshed and at ease.

It was the first time any of them had been to such a height. It was no wonder that in this era, setting sail had become the dream of so many; every island offered a different landscape, full of novelty and awe.

"Since you managed to become a captain, it means you weren't willing to submit either. In that case, I won't be polite—let's see what I can harvest from your memories."

Moya found a self-righteous justification for himself and began his work.

If nothing went wrong, he would surely have an unexpected harvest.

"To think you actually had ties to the subordinates of the Deep Ocean Current, Umit. So, the weapons produced on Clockwork Island were being shipped out through him."

"Interesting. It seems it's time to make contact with these big shots."

"Moshi moshi~ Is this Mr. Ubilis? Tell me, are you able to reach the Deep Ocean Current, Umit, right now? I have a big business deal to discuss with him."

"Who the hell are you, you brat? What qualifications do you have to speak with Lord Umit?"

"I suggest you calm down before you speak. I imagine Umit would kill anyone who stood in the way of his profits, wouldn't he? Isn't that right, Mr. Ubilis?"

Moya's wanton, gloomy laughter traveled through the Den Den Mushi to Ubilis's ears, causing the person in charge of the East Blue branch for the Deep Ocean Current to shudder.

"To speak so disrespectfully to someone who possesses Conqueror's Haki... Mr. Ubilis, I think I shall be paying special attention to you in the days to come."

Upon hearing this, Ubilis's pupils trembled and a bead of cold sweat rolled down. Anyone who knew about Conqueror's Haki and possessed it themselves was never a simple character.

"May I ask how to address you, my lord? I will contact Lord Umit immediately. Please forgive my insolence; afterwards, I shall personally come to apologize and beg for your forgiveness."

Ubilis suppressed his shock, his voice steady and respectful, yet he began probing for Moya's name and location. As expected, these people were not simple either.

"There is no need for you to probe me. I will communicate with your boss, Umit, personally. Don't waste my time."

Moya continued to apply pressure, acting as if he held the East Blue manager in total contempt.

"My deepest apologies. I am not currently by Lord Umit's side. Please allow me to report this to him. If I receive permission, I will provide you with Lord Umit's personal Den Den Mushi number. Please wait a moment, thank you."

Ubilis said quite respectfully.

"Understood. But be quick about it. After all, there is a matter concerning Umit's life, and I wouldn't want to have to replace such a business partner."

Moya's casual remark startled Ubilis. Who could possibly threaten the life of the Underworld Emperor, the Deep Ocean Current Umit?

Filled with doubt, Ubilis hung up the Den Den Mushi and immediately dialed the headquarters.

He reported the situation without omitting a single detail.

"A possessor of Conqueror's Haki? Concerning my life? What kind of bastard is trying to intimidate me? Does he think I was scared into submission?"

Umit twisted his mustache, his small eyes darting around. It wouldn't hurt to get to know him; after all, it was all business, and more friends meant more paths.

He then instructed Ubilis to give his personal Den Den Mushi number to Moya.

He would let Moya call him first. Those who had requests should be the ones to take the initiative; he, Umit, an Emperor of the Underworld, had his own standards.

"Moshi moshi~ Is this Umit?"

"Brat, show some respect. Is this how you ask to see a senior?"

"No, no, no, Mr. Umit. I am here to do business with you. Although my current influence isn't as vast as yours, who can say what things will look like in a year or two? Hahaha~"

"You... hehe, are you that confident? Kid, you should know that countless pirates sink to the bottom of the sea in the New World every day. Will you be the next one?"

"Umit, you are in no position to save yourself right now, so spare me the sarcastic threats."

"Kid, what do you mean by that? State your name. Let me see which faction you belong to, daring to spout such nonsense here."

"Umit, a deal must be fair. I'll be blunt: I need your transport channels in the East Blue and the Grand Line. I want to establish a partnership with you, and I want a discount."

"Furthermore, I want the Den Den Mushi numbers of the other five Underworld Emperors."

"Hmph, so you're just a fledgling brat. These are trivial matters, but let's see what valuable information or cargo you actually have."

"Heh, every piece of information I have is world-shaking, possessing the power to overturn the world."

"You brat, stop trying to fool me! Spit it out if you have something to say!"

"I would love to hold a meeting with all six of you Emperors, to let these revelations shock you old fogies and make you tremble—especially that guy Morgans; he would certainly be thrilled."

"Regrettably, I cannot, because there is a mole among the six of you Emperors. I am forced to suppress my excitement for now."

"So, what exactly is your information?"

"Do not forget your promise, Umit. The first piece of information is what I just said: among you six Emperors, one is a member of the World Government's CP0."

"What!!! You brat, what evidence do you have for that?"

"I have no evidence here, but I know that among you, within two or three years, one Emperor is destined to be backstabbed and fall, and another Emperor will be thrown into the great prison, Impel Down."

"What!!!"

"Surprised? Shocked? Hehehe~"

The expression on Umit's face shifted between light and shadow. His hands were clenched tight, his mind in turmoil, and he began to secretly prepare defenses against these other Underworld Emperors.

"I need evidence, or for you to tell me exactly who this mole is."

"Umit, this is information concerning your very life. Simply cooperating with me and asking for a discount—things aren't that cheap."

"I need the Eternal Poses for the Grand Line that you have collected, along with the Devil Fruit Encyclopedia you possess. That should be acceptable, right?"

"Impossible. Those are far too precious, unless you have something of equal value that can actually move me."

"Umit, then congratulations to us on forming the closest of alliances."

"What do you mean?"

"As long as we establish the friendliest of cooperative relationships, within three years, I will gift you a ring of Pure Gold."

"What! The Pure Gold that grants eternal life? Hahaha, my friend, you truly surprise me. However, do you know the consequences of lying to me?"

"Relax, relax. I swear upon my Conqueror's Haki that I am not lying to you. Besides, don't you want to know news even more shocking than this?"

"Oh, my dear ally, leave your name, and could you perhaps reveal a bit more information that could overturn the world?"

"Umit, I don't wish to expose myself for the time being, but to keep an old fox like you in check, I'll tell you a few more things."

"The legacy of the Pirate King Roger, the Ancient Weapon Pluton, and also... I won't tell you. Unveiling secrets must be done bit by bit; that's where the fun lies, haha."

"You... you little fox. Can you tell me who the mole is now?"

"Wait until you have the items ready. Alright, that's it for today. Keep in touch, goodbye."

Watching the Den Den Mushi retract into its shell, Umit felt his emotions fluctuating.

Who is this kid? Who is the mole? The legacy of the Pirate King Roger? Is it One Piece? It surely can't be that simple. And then there's the Ancient Weapon?

His head was a mess. To avoid alerting the enemy, he decided not to make any big moves that might alarm this CP0 mole, choosing instead to remain on guard in the shadows.

He just didn't know if this kid was lying or not!!!