The Flames of War Had Yet to Die, and Chaos Continued to Spread

The World Government's plans had failed once again. The once-unrivaled behemoth was gradually beginning to show cracks after a string of setbacks.

However, that did not mean the fighting was over.

On the contrary, the aftermath of that failure had already stirred up an even greater storm across these seas.

The flames of war had yet to die, and chaos continued to spread.

Under the powerful blows dealt by the Neo Marines and the Marines, the World Government had lost its absolute control over the seas, yet these waters had not returned to peace.

Pirates all over the world had long since begun to stir. Greed and fear intertwined into a vortex of chaos, plunging the entire world into unprecedented turmoil.

In one stretch of sea, a damaged pirate ship drifted amid the waves, its deck covered with battered and wounded pirates.

They gasped for breath, staring around them in terror as though enemies might rush out at any moment and tear them apart.

"Damn it... how did it come to this..."

A pirate whose face was covered in blood muttered, his fingers gripping a shattered plank as panic filled his eyes.

"The Neo Marines are too strong..."

Another pirate said in a low voice, his words trembling slightly.

"We thought that with the World Government weakened, we could seize a territory of our own... but now... now there's nowhere to run!"

The pirates looked at one another, their eyes filled with unease and fury.

They had once been hunters on these seas, but now they had become the hunted.

At the same time, a brutal naval battle was unfolding in another sea.

Several pirate ships were besieging an island that had once belonged to the World Government. Cannon fire bloomed in the night, sending flames soaring into the sky.