Hoarding Trump Cards

In Elbaf.

Having spent several days recovering, Houka kept a close watch on intelligence regarding Imu and the World Government every day.

Seeing the absurd speed at which Imu and the World Government were churning out troops, he could only marvel once again at the terrifying foundation the World Government had amassed over eight hundred years.

A force that had ruled the world for eight hundred years was indeed terrifying and utterly unreasonable.

In Houka's original world, no feudal dynasty had lasted eight hundred years.

There had only been the Zhou Dynasty, with its slave-based enfeoffment system, which could barely be considered to have endured for eight centuries.

Even in the final years of dynasties that had ruled for merely two or three hundred years, there had always been quite a few people loyal to them.

In this world, there were always countless people who yearned to become Celestial Dragons, willing to risk everything for even a single chance.

"This is what happens when you don't finish them off in one blow—you leave endless trouble behind!"

"We never should have listened to Harald's bullshit!"

"Exactly! I had the chance to take out that so-called director of the Marine Criminal Investigation Bureau!"

"I had the chance to chop that Marine Chief of Staff to death too!"

"What a pity. Now all those powerful Marines and Impel Down powerhouses have become Imu's undead contractors, and they're insanely hard to deal with."

One after another, the Rocks Pirates officers complained and blamed Harald for his bleeding heart.

Harald responded with silence, quietly enduring their accusations.

Ida tenderly stroked Harald's back, comforting her kind-hearted husband.

Even Hajrudin and Loki somewhat felt that Harald had made the wrong choice.

On a battlefield, where was there room for so much righteousness and kindness?

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