Taking a Little Brother Named "King"

After drifting at sea for several days, Dimon was doing fine, but Kaido was starving.

He kept grabbing bread and fruit from the table and stuffing them into his mouth, wolfing everything down like a whirlwind sweeping through.

"Aren't you hungry?" Kaido asked vaguely between mouthfuls.

"I'm fine." Dimon peeled himself a banana and took an unhurried bite. "We're really lucky. We found someone fated to cross our path after only a few days."

On the vast ocean, running into a passing ship by chance was about as likely as winning the lottery.

Kaido grinned. "This is a World Government ship. They're probably intelligence agents."

"The CP Organization? How do you know?" Dimon asked in surprise.

The CP Organization's full name was "CIPHER POL," an intelligence agency directly under the World Government that handled all sorts of covert operations.

At the mention of it, Kaido's expression immediately darkened. "The World Government caught me before. I've been on ships like this plenty of times."

Dimon understood at once. No wonder this guy was so familiar with the place and had easily snuck aboard with him.

He remembered that Kaido had once been the strongest warrior of a certain country. In order to join the Reverie and become one of the representatives of fifty nations, the king had sold Kaido to the World Government.

During his transport, Kaido escaped repeatedly, then returned repeatedly because he had no food, sneaking onto the ship to eat.

After enough of that, he became a wanted criminal, with his first bounty set at 70 million Berries.

"The CP Organization... could they be transporting some treasure?"

A thought struck Dimon, and he immediately said, "Keep eating. I'll go look for treasure."

With that, he got up and left the dining room, openly searching the ship.

The moment he stepped out of the dining room, he ran into a man in a suit in the corridor.

The two met in the passageway and exchanged glances. The suited man froze.

"Who are you... You look unfamiliar."

"You don't know me? My name is Dimon."

Who was Dimon? Was there someone like that on the ship?

The suited man frowned as he tried to remember. Then he suddenly recalled the news he had seen some time ago, and his expression drastically changed.

"You're the brewi—"

Before he could finish, Dimon struck like lightning, seizing him by the throat and lifting him off the ground.

"Don't be nervous. Tell me, who's on this ship?"

"CP... 4..."

"Where's the treasure on this ship?" Dimon asked again. "Like Devil Fruit."

The suited man's face turned red from suffocation as he struggled to answer, "There's... no such... thing... We're only... transporting... someone."

No Devil Fruit?

Dimon was somewhat disappointed. It seemed luck had its limits. Encountering a ship full of fated strangers within a few days was already insanely good fortune.

"Who? A Celestial Dragon's slave?"

"No... a... child..."

Dimon became a little interested upon hearing that. A child being transported by the CP Organization was definitely no ordinary child.

He released him and ordered, "Take me to see."

The suited man clutched his throat and gasped for air, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Dimon.

Gritting his teeth, he suddenly moved, swiftly fleeing in the direction away from Dimon.

"Shave!"

"Hm?" Dimon paused. "He even knows the Navy's Six Powers. He sure runs fast."

Dimon could not be bothered to chase him. This was the sea—where could he run?

He released his Observation Haki. This was the power of "hearing," and within Dimon's senses, he soon caught a unique yet weak presence.

The target was on the lower deck.

Dimon immediately headed toward it, knocking out everyone he encountered along the way with a single punch.

He advanced as if no one was there, charging through obstacle after obstacle. After beating down more than a dozen people, he finally arrived before a prison cell.

Inside, a child was chained to the wall. He had brown skin, silver-white hair, and distinctive markings on his forehead.

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Most striking of all was the pair of black wings on his back.

"A Lunarian?" A flicker of surprise crossed Dimon's eyes. "Hey, kid, what's your name?"

Abel looked weak. Hearing the commotion, he slightly raised his head, barely making out a figure through his blurred vision.

"Abel. You are..."

His voice was weak as well.

Dimon silently thought, Just as expected. Wasn't this one of Kaido's future underlings, King the "Calamity of Flames"?

He looked only eight or nine years old. The World Government had captured him at such a young age.

Dimon reached out, gripped the iron bars, and wrenched them apart, tearing open a gap.

He stepped inside and stopped before Abel.

The child looked up at him and asked blankly, "You did that with your bare hands... Are you a monster?"

"It's terribly rude to call your savior a monster. You should call me Lord Dimon."

Dimon crouched down and put on another demonstration, tearing apart the iron chains with his bare hands. With several sharp cracks, he twisted apart every chain binding Abel.

After swallowing three Sea Kings, his strength had become unbelievable. Ordinary chains like these posed no challenge to him at all.

Abel stood there with a dazed expression, unable to believe that he had been saved.

"What are you standing around for? Come with me."

Dimon tipped his chin at him, rose to his feet, and headed out of the cell.

With a thud.

Abel dropped to his knees and kowtowed. "Lord Dimon, thank you for saving me!"

Back in the dining hall.

Kaido was still eating. When he turned and saw Dimon return with a little brat behind him, he froze.

"Who's this kid?"

"A Lunarian. I just took him in as a little brother. This is Kaido. We're from the Rocks Pirates."

Dimon sat back down, picked up an apple, and took a bite. "Too bad there aren't any Devil Fruits on this ship."

Abel merely stood there and greeted him politely, "Lord Kaido, my name is Abel."

Even he had heard of the Rocks Pirates.

They were the strongest pirate crew of the current era, known by everyone throughout the New World.

"A Lunarian... the legendary race." Kaido gave him a once-over. "They supposedly once lived on the Red Line Continent. This ship was transporting him?"

"He looked pitiful, so I saved him while I was at it," Dimon said casually.

Just then, BANG!

The dining hall doors were kicked open, and a group of heavily armed soldiers rushed in. At their head were several CP4 agents.

The suited man whose neck Dimon had grabbed earlier was among them.

"It's him! The Rocks Pirates' brewer..." The suited man's face changed drastically. "And Kaido too!?"

He sucked in a breath and hurriedly shouted, "Fire! Now!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A dense volley of gunfire erupted, pouring out a hail of bullets in mere seconds.

Abel immediately drew his wings together in front of himself.

Most of the bullets were aimed at Kaido and Dimon.

A moment later, the gunfire stopped.

"Trash. Get lost."

Kaido's gaze sharpened. In an instant, Conqueror's Haki burst forth, sweeping through the room like a fierce gale. The invading soldiers rolled their eyes and collapsed one after another.

Abel stared in shock. So this was the legendary Rocks Pirates?

Dimon said helplessly, "Why'd you knock them out? Who's going to steer the ship now?"

Now the entire ship had been wiped out.