Building a New Order

The sea remained turbulent, gale-force winds whipping up towering waves as it displayed the same merciless majesty it always had.

Yet only those who truly lived in this world could sense the changes lurking beneath the storm.

The world was truly changing.

The World Government's defeat was like a massive boulder thrown into a lake, its ripples spreading across the entire world.

Those Celestial Dragons who had once stood high above all others could no longer use the invisible chains of the Celestial Tribute to bind the royal families of every nation.

In the past, countries that had to pay tribute to the World Government every year had no choice but to squeeze their own people dry, wringing out every last bit of value just to gather that exorbitant sum.

But now, those shackles had finally been broken.

In a kingdom that had once been affiliated with the World Government, the royal palace was deathly silent.

The king sat upon his throne, his face pale as his scepter trembled faintly in his hand.

He had already received the news—the World Government had been overthrown, and the Celestial Dragons could no longer command the seas.

His army, which had once relied upon the World Government's protection, had now lost its reason to suppress the people.

Outside the palace, a surging tide of people gathered, armed civilians pressing closer like a flood.

Their eyes held anger, hatred, and burning hope.

"We're not afraid anymore!"

"The World Government no longer exists! We don't need to bow our heads to bloodsuckers like you anymore!"

Some people raised torches high, while others waved crude weapons. Their roars shook the heavens and echoed through the city for a long time.

The king's legs trembled as he watched the soldiers who had once been loyal to him