Worldview Shattered Beyond Repair

Saint Nerona Imu left.

She left quickly!

Saint Marcus Mars regained consciousness and control of his body. Looking down at the unconscious Enel on the ground, his expression was incomparably grim.

He had seen everything that happened earlier.

It was just like when Saint Nerona Imu had possessed Sumer—like being pinned down by a ghost. His body could not move, but his mind remained clear, and he could see everything around him from a god's-eye view.

This trip to Sky Island had already allowed Sumer to prove himself, at least initially.

And now,

it had most likely proven that they were comic book characters—laughable and pitiful puppets whose very existence had been utterly denied.

Worse still, they were villains.

How could that not infuriate Saint Marcus Mars?

Sumer got to his feet.

But he could tell that the atmosphere was off. The low-pressure aura radiating from Saint Marcus Mars was simply too frightening.

Bang! Bang! Bang!!!

Crack—

Mary Geoise.

Saint Jaygarcia Saturn sat on the sofa with both hands gripping his cane. His fingernails dug deeply into it, and his wrinkled face was twisted with fury.

Beside him, Saint Topman Warcury crushed the wineglass in his hand. The thick, blood-red wine soaked his trousers and blanket.

Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro sat on the windowsill with a katana in his arms, his head lowered. Behind his white glasses, his eyes were bloodshot.

Saint Shepherd Ju Peter sat with his arms folded and legs crossed, leaning against the sofa with his eyes shut, his entire body trembling slightly.

Saint Nerona Imu had not cut off the mental connection between the four of them.

Therefore, they had heard everything that happened on Sky Island loud and clear.

It was like a mistress about to be caught, hiding inside a wardrobe. Even though she could not see the husband and wife outside, she could still hear them arguing and fighting.

If Saint Nerona Imu allowed it,

she could even share her vision with them.

At this moment,

neither Saint Nerona Imu nor the Five Elders could calm themselves.

Because the truth was too cruel.

"Saint Mars, what should we do next?"

A full minute had passed.

Seeing that Saint Marcus Mars was still doubting himself, Sumer could not help reminding him.

He was one of the highest authorities openly controlling the World Government. What kind of grand scene had he not seen before?

His ability to withstand pressure could not possibly be this weak!

So what if his worldview had collapsed? What was there to not accept? He could just carry on as usual. It was not like he was about to die immediately—

"Mobilize the Navy and take control of Sky Island!"

Saint Marcus Mars came back to his senses. His expression remained extremely grim, and his voice was ice-cold.

He was in a terrible mood, but he did not vent his anger on Sumer.

After this incident,

both he and the others needed to reconsider Sumer's standing.

At the very least, they needed to treat him as an equal on the surface.

To be honest,

before this, no matter how confidently Sumer spoke, Saint Marcus Mars and the others had remained suspicious, treating him with contempt and disdain, like some clown.

They simply did not show it outwardly.

In their hearts, they all looked down on Sumer.

Their identities, statuses, and strength were all on entirely different levels.

More importantly, Sumer was terribly afraid of death, leaving an awful first impression.

It could even be said that he was beneath bugs and ants.

That was also why Manmayer Gunko despised Sumer and targeted him repeatedly.

Pururururu—

After speaking, Saint Marcus Mars took a Golden Den Den Mushi from his pocket. It resembled a snail clad in gold, and it looked extraordinarily valuable.

After only three seconds of dialing,

the other side answered.

At the same time, the Golden Den Den Mushi's face changed and began mimicking someone human-like. Frog-eye glasses appeared over its eyes, while a long braided beard formed beneath its chin.

A naval cap with a seagull standing on it appeared atop its head, with an afro beneath the cap.

Sumer's face was full of amazement.

From the traits mimicked by the Golden Den Den Mushi alone, he knew who Saint Marcus Mars was calling.

If nothing unexpected happened,

it should be the current Fleet Admiral of Marine Headquarters, Sengoku the Buddha, who had eaten the Human-Human Fruit, Mythical Zoan, Daibutsu Form.

Amazing.

It was truly amazing.

As expected of a fantasy world. Anything that defied common sense was common sense here.

Meanwhile,

Marine Headquarters.

In the Fleet Admiral's office in the headquarters building, Sengoku, who was handling official documents, took a Den Den Mushi from a drawer.

"This is Sengoku the Buddha!"

"I am Saint Marcus Mars—"

"Lord Five Elder!"

Sengoku abruptly rose from his office chair. Looking at the Den Den Mushi in his hand, which had taken on Saint Marcus Mars's appearance, his expression turned solemn.

Generally speaking,

the Five Elders rarely bypassed Fleet Admiral Kong to contact him or issue orders.

Unless something major had happened.

"Immediately deploy the Buster Call fleet. Have Admirals Akainu and Kizaru lead it to the Grand Line and encircle Jaya Island, especially Mock Town!!!"

Saint Marcus Mars spoke in a voice as cold as ice.

Whether it was Jaya Island on the sea or Sky Island, both had to be brought under the World Government's rule.

"Lord Mars, why so suddenly!?"

"Carry out the order!"

Sengoku furrowed his brows and tried to ask for the reason, but Saint Marcus Mars cut him off before he could finish.

His tone brooked no argument.

"Yes!"

"However, Akainu and Aokiji are currently carrying out missions elsewhere. Only Kizaru remains at Marine Headquarters—"

Sengoku pondered what exactly had happened.

Could pirates on Jaya Island have offended the Celestial Dragons?

But a Buster Call along with two Admirals, ordered personally by one of the Five Elders—this was no ordinary incident.

The problem was clearly serious.

Yet the specific reason remained unknown.

"Then have Kizaru lead the operation. Hurry!"

"Yes."

Pururururu~

Sengoku stared at the Den Den Mushi that had hung up in his hand, his stern face filled with questions.

Bang!

Just as Sengoku was lost in thought, the office door was violently kicked open.

Garp strode in wearing a cartoon T-shirt and beach shorts, swaggering around like he owned the place while picking his nose and yawning.

"Where did you put your donuts, Sengoku? Hurry up and bring them out. I took a sunbath, and now I'm starving."

Garp leaped through the air and landed on the sofa. Switching into a slouched pose, he dug out a huge booger and casually flicked it at the wall.

It flew as fast as a bullet.

It landed dead center on a portrait Sengoku had picked up at a market stall. That filthy scene made the veins on Sengoku's forehead bulge.

That lump of booger was especially glaring on the portrait.

"Garp, you bastard!!!"

A vein throbbed on Sengoku's forehead, and his roar rang through the entire headquarters building, even reaching the plaza outside.

Many Navy officers at work subconsciously looked up at the tallest building, then calmly continued with what they were doing.

After all, whenever Vice Admiral Garp or Fleet Admiral Sengoku was at Marine Headquarters, something like this happened more than ten times a day.

Rumor had it

that Fleet Admiral Sengoku's high blood pressure had been caused by Vice Admiral Garp.

"Why are you yelling so loudly? You nearly deafened me. A dignified Fleet Admiral, yet you're so stingy. I know you're still hiding donuts."

"Fine, I'll find them myself!"

Garp was completely shameless. Seeing Sengoku glaring at him as though he wanted to strangle him to death,

he curled his lip and sprang smoothly to his feet.

Then, right in front of Sengoku, he began rummaging through drawers and cabinets.

Jingle jingle—

Baa baa baa~

Suddenly,

the little sheep that had been quietly eating paper nearby froze in shock, then let out a cry as it was lifted into the air.

The golden bell hanging around its neck rang nonstop.

Because Garp was holding it up as he ran wildly around the room.

"Damn it, Garp! Put my pet sheep down."

"Hand over the donuts, or you won't have a pet to process classified documents for you anymore."

"###!!!"

Sengoku cursed viciously, utterly lacking the bearing of a Fleet Admiral.

Because all he wanted now was to strangle Garp to death, then stuff every classified document up Garp's ass so hard that the bastard would never be able to take a shit for the rest of his life.