This World Was So Unfamiliar

"Heh~"

"Saint Mars, I'll go take a bath first—"

Seeing that Garp had no intention of greeting him, Sumer had no interest in warming up to someone who was cold toward him.

He merely gave a soft snort, stretched, yawned, then turned and headed into the warship's cabin.

The colonel from earlier was already waiting.

"Saint Mars, is there a Celestial Dragon family with the surname Saint Germain?"

Watching Sumer's departing back, Borsalino's gaze beneath his sunglasses was somewhat puzzled.

It was his first time hearing of the Celestial Dragon surname Saint Germain.

And judging by how Saint Sumer addressed Saint Mars, his status seemed no lower than Saint Mars's.

After all, Marcus Saint Mars was one of the Five Elders—the most noble, powerful, and truly supreme Celestial Dragon in the World Government, even among the twenty Celestial Dragon families.

"Borsalino, this is an internal matter of the Celestial Dragons. It is not your place to concern yourself with it—"

Marcus Saint Mars reprimanded and warned Borsalino lightly, his authority unquestionable even without anger.

He was telling him not to pry into matters that did not concern him.

"I was just asking. How strict."

Borsalino shrugged, snapped his fingers, and looked at a major on deck. "Please bring three glasses of red wine. Thank you."

"Yes, Admiral Kizaru."

The major stood at attention, saluted, and immediately entered the cabin.

"Borsalino, the Navy has three missions this time. First, level Jaya Island. Second, build a naval fortress on Jaya Island. Third, construct a ten-thousand-meter-high elevator."

Marcus Saint Mars glanced at Garp as he stepped onto the deck, then looked at Jaya Island, now turned into a sea of flames, before finally raising his head toward the sky.

"Hm??"

Borsalino was taken aback.

He understood the first and second missions, but the third—building a ten-thousand-meter-high elevator?

Borsalino subconsciously raised his head and followed Marcus Saint Mars's gaze toward the sky.

"The legendary Sky Island lies ten thousand meters above Jaya Island. I have already gone up to take a look. Enel, whom Sumer was carrying just now, is one of the natives."

"World Government flags must be planted on Sky Island, and the Golden City Shandora must be transported to Mary Geoise—"

"Before that, you will personally oversee Jaya Island!"

At some point, Borsalino had already removed his sunglasses, his heart stirred by waves of emotion.

"Sky Island? Golden City Shandora?"

"You don't mind if I go up and take a look, do you?"

After Marcus Saint Mars nodded, Borsalino began glowing with golden light. The next second, he vanished from the spot, piercing through the clouds.

On the deck.

Having heard everything, Garp suddenly crouched low. The next second, he shot into the air with a deafening boom, even producing a sonic boom ring behind him.

After reaching an altitude of five thousand meters, Haki flames erupted from Garp's feet, blasting straight through the cloud layer behind him.

Soon.

Borsalino and Garp arrived at the White Sea one after another, followed by the White-White Sea—

"The legendary Sky Island actually exists! Eh~ There are other humans too..."

Standing high in the sky, Borsalino looked at the several islands floating on the White-White Sea. His Observation Haki immediately detected the presence of many humans.

Garp was equally shocked.

An hour later.

The Buster Call bombardment ended. The entire Jaya Island was engulfed in flames and thick smoke, and all the shells aboard the ten warships had been expended.

During that time.

Quite a few pirates broke through the encirclement, including the Blackbeard Pirates.

However, many of the pirates who escaped alive were left shaken, traumatized by the experience.

Compared to those capable pirates.

The residents who had lived on Jaya Island for generations had all perished. Almost no one survived.

Without a doubt.

This was an inhuman massacre, yet no one cared.

Because in the world of pirates, the weak did not even have the right to choose how they died.

"Saint Mars, building a ten-thousand-meter-high elevator will be extremely difficult. It will require enormous manpower and resources, and it may not even succeed."

In the shallow sea.

The ten warships were lined up in a row. On the deck of the middle warship stood a dining table for four, along with two sofas.

After taking a bath and changing into a new T-shirt and long pants, Sumer was refreshed. He had claimed the dining table for himself, leisurely using chopsticks to pick up slices of pre-cut steak.

The steak was well-done.

Spicy.

Paired with red wine, it tasted delicious.

Marcus Saint Mars sat on one sofa, while Borsalino and Garp sat on the other.

The five vice admirals—Dalmatian, Doll, Urban, Bluegrass, and Pomsky—stood to one side.

The five of them had also come to meet Marcus Saint Mars and Sumer.

They had also learned of Sky Island's existence and the three orders Marcus Saint Mars had previously given Borsalino.

"I only want results. I do not care about the process!"

"You Navy men can discuss this among yourselves. The elevator must be completed within five years, and all the gold in Golden City Shandora must be transported to Mary Geoise."

Marcus Saint Mars spoke in a tone that brooked no argument, glancing at Dalmatian, who had spoken up—

"Yes."

Facing Marcus Saint Mars's imposing gaze, Dalmatian lowered his head.

That evening.

Borsalino reported everything to Sengoku. When Sengoku learned that Sky Island and Golden City Shandora truly existed, he was also greatly shocked.

He then began arranging the construction of a new military fortress on Jaya Island, as well as the elevator and other matters.

Before long.

News that Jaya Island had been destroyed by a Buster Call and that the Navy intended to build a military fortress there reached every major force.

Such as the Four Emperors Whitebeard, Big Mom, Red-Hair, and the Beasts Pirates.

As well as the Revolutionary Army and others.

However, the Navy had kept the matters of Sky Island and Golden City Shandora well hidden, and nothing had leaked yet.

But no wall was airtight. Once news of Golden City Shandora got out, it would likely attract the attention of certain ambitious people.

After all, a city built entirely of gold was obviously worth an incalculable fortune.

The next day.

The sky was dark.

The sea breeze blew head-on, carrying the lingering smell of char and gunpowder.

A warship broke away from the fleet and sailed east alone. It was led by Doll, one of the only two female vice admirals among the five.

Sumer had personally named her.

And he had already met with Doll alone the previous night to discuss matters.

This time, he and Marcus Saint Mars were heading to Water 7 to seize the blueprints for the Ancient Weapon Pluton.

Marcus Saint Mars, a man of immense status and authority, was unwilling to fly there.

Sumer was also unwilling to be carried over by Marcus Saint Mars like a chick.

So they decided to have a warship escort them, enjoying food and drink along the way.

The historical text recording Poseidon's whereabouts, along with some gold and the Golden Bell, had also been transported onto the warship the previous night.

The rest could be left to the Navy.

That was power.

One word from the higher-ups, and those below ran themselves ragged.

Enel had also awakened, but he had become a prisoner. Wearing Seastone handcuffs, he was locked in the lower hold, listlessly questioning his life.

Clearly, being restrained by Seastone for the first time had left him completely at a loss.

This world was not friendly to him, and it was utterly unfamiliar!

"Vice Admiral Doll, are all of the Six Powers—Soru, Iron Body, Paper Art, Moonwalk, Rankyaku, and Finger Pistol—really only attainable through rigorous training? Is there truly no shortcut?"

On deck.

Sumer still looked at Doll unwillingly.

Doll was a tall woman with long eyelashes, blue eyes, and short dark hair with bangs.

Today, she wore a dark short-sleeved top, dark leather pants, and black boots.

A spiked choker and hoop earrings adorned her slender, fair neck. She had a flower tattoo on her arm and a Justice coat draped over her shoulders.

She had a curvaceous figure, yet she also looked valiant, neat, and capable.

She was far prettier than Bluegrass, that short, ugly old woman with a face full of wrinkles!

Since he was asking about the Six Powers and Haki anyway, Sumer naturally chose someone pleasing to the eye.

As for the three male vice admirals—Dalmatian, Urban, and Pomsky—Sumer had immediately ruled them out.