A Desperate Gamble and Revelry

A storm was brewing across the seas, and the forces behind it—the remnants of the World Government—were throwing everything they had into turning the tide and reclaiming their former rule.

In a secret underground base, dozens of World Government higher-ups in black robes gathered together. The air was thick with anxiety, and the flickering candles cast wavering shadows, as though the darkness was swallowing the last of the light.

Seated at the head of the table was one of the World Government's supreme commanders—Ulysses Kalman, a stern-faced old man with sharp eyes.

His fingers tapped lightly against the tabletop, his voice low and resolute:

"Our time is running out.

The Neo Marines' momentum is too fierce, and the Marines have completely sided with them.

If we do not act, the World Government will vanish from history forever."

"To win this war, we must give it everything we have—funds, technology, troops. Every resource must be mobilized!"

Those words made everyone at the conference table tremble slightly.

The World Government had ruled for centuries. They possessed boundless wealth, technology, and military power, yet they had never imagined being driven into such a corner, forced to stake every last card just to reverse their defeat.

"Sir,"

a black-clad agent said quietly,

"we have already begun full mobilization, deploying every available resource to support the Pirate Coalition.

The arms factories are working around the clock to produce weapons, and the Celestial Dragons' exclusive warships kept from the past have begun refitting as well, ready to be sent to the front lines.

As for funds... we have activated the Celestial Dragon Reserve Fund. Large quantities of gold and jewels are flowing to the Pirate Alliance through the black market."

Ulysses nodded, a cold killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"Very good. Continue. But money and