The Grand Entrance of a Major Figure

The warship set sail.

It slowly departed from Water 7.

This made all the residents and people from every walk of life in Water 7 breathe a sigh of relief.

The World Nobles had remained in Water 7 for too long, putting far too much pressure on them.

The bodies on the beach had yet to be cleared away.

The blood-red shore also gave off a nauseating stench of blood.

"Put some muscle into it!"

The weather was excellent today.

The wind was gentle, and the sun was bright.

Across the sparkling sea, the warship headed unhurriedly toward Mary Geoise.

They had already been sailing for two days.

The calm seas over those two days had made Sumer start wondering whether Garp, Dragon, and the others had even received news that the Straw Hat crew had been captured.

Why had there been no movement at all?

Back in Water 7, based on his years of reading novels and manga, he had already predicted several possibilities for what might happen next.

There was an eighty percent chance that Garp would be the first to show up.

Luffy was his biological grandson, after all. Unlike Ace, who had practically been forced into his hands, Garp would definitely come to save him.

With Garp's temperament, he would surely have a free-for-all brawl with Saint Marcus Mars.

Aokiji would join in too, leading to another classic master-and-disciple battle where someone deliberately held back.

In the original story—

Luffy would most likely be rescued by Garp.

Because Saint Marcus Mars would either go senile or get hit by a plot-induced stupidity aura. Either way, he would not immediately activate the Teleportation Magic Circle and summon the other Five Elders.

Saint Marcus Mars would also mysteriously believe he could handle Garp himself.

After all, back on Sky Island, Sumer had suggested waiting there for the Straw Hat crew, but Saint Marcus Mars had refused.

Unfortunately, Sumer was here now.

The moment Saint Marcus Mars did something stupid, Sumer would immediately have Bruno lock the Straw Hat crew inside the alternate space.

Then he would activate the Teleportation Magic Circle and summon that underwear-flashing pervert from Manmeyer, Gunko, first.

Let her take a beating from Garp's loving iron fists before anything else.

In such circumstances, it would be nearly impossible for Garp to rescue Luffy. Then the sweaty king of "leave everything to the wind" would make his flashy entrance.

He might even bring the core members of the Revolutionary Army with him.

Father and son would begin fighting side by side, as though they had received some kind of father-son buff, steamrolling everything in their way.

Once Saint Marcus Mars realized he could not contain the situation, he would teleport Saint Saturn and the other three over.

When the battle reached its climax, the Red-Hair Pirates would ask everyone to give them some face and let them wrap things up.

Then Saint Marcus Mars would accidentally—or deliberately—reveal that Red-Hair was a Celestial Dragon.

Red-Hair would realize his face no longer worked and prepare for a desperate fight.

Saint Figarland Garling would teleport over, and father and son would have a conversation.

During that time—

Saint Nerona Imu, that wonderful boss, might even appear personally to clean up the mess.

On the Navy's side, Sengoku, Akainu, and Kizaru would remain eternally on their way over.

In the end, it would probably turn into one of those battles where there was lots of smoke but nobody got hurt...

At the bow—

Sumer had just finished sweating profusely, gritting his teeth through two hours of training under Rob Lucci's guidance.

He was trying hard to change.

It had been difficult at first. Training was exhausting and posed an enormous challenge to both body and will.

Fortunately, he had persevered.

He had even lasted five minutes longer than during his last training session. That was tremendous progress.

Next time, he decided he would last another five minutes, and then another five minutes, and another...

After training, he lay down on the sofa.

Strictly speaking, he lay on Califa's black-stocking-clad thighs while she gently massaged his head.

Robin knelt on the floor, peeling grapes in humiliation and personally feeding them to Sumer.

Afterward, she even caught the grape seeds Sumer spat out with her hand.

Nami was not idle either. Kneeling beside the sofa, she gritted her teeth as she massaged Sumer's smelly feet and calves.

If she pressed even slightly too hard or too lightly, Sumer would kick or glare at her.

This made Nami's anger burn even hotter, but she could only endure it.

She felt that the damned beast was targeting her, because his disgust was completely undisguised.

"Go bring over a few more chairs. Set out the fruit, snacks, red wine, and drinks too!"

"The sun's a little too harsh. Put up a parasol."

"And get some Sea Kings barbecue too!"

After signaling Califa to use a little more force, Sumer turned his head toward Rob Lucci and the other five, who stood guard around him in immaculate black suits.

After getting tired, it was only natural to enjoy himself.

"Yes!"

Kaku immediately went to make the arrangements.

Before long—

A group of Marines had set everything up.

As he enjoyed himself, Sumer could not help sighing. Being a Celestial Dragon was fucking awesome!

Saint Marcus Mars and Aokiji had not left their rooms since boarding the warship.

Sumer did not disturb them either.

After having a picnic at the bow, he fished for a while, then suddenly felt inspired and trained for another hour.

Then he took a bath with two women, during which he could not resist discussing the origins of humanity three times.

Finally, he fell into a deep sleep with women in both arms.

Before he knew it—

The sun was setting.

Night quietly descended.

The originally clear weather changed abruptly. An eerie gale rose over the sea, dark clouds covered the sky, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and torrential rain began to pour down.

"Lower the sails! Lower the sails!"

"Secure the canvas!"

"Notify the entire ship! We have encountered severe weather—"

The entire warship tossed violently from side to side like a lone leaf on the ocean. Huge waves crashed across the deck as though it might sink at any moment.

All the Marines faced a formidable enemy, quickly lowering sails and moving supplies under Doll's command.

"Crack, crack, crack~"

A bolt of lightning as thick as a beam descended from the sky. When it struck the sea, it caused an enormous boom, followed by countless sparks that flashed through the air like a spiderweb before vanishing.

In the end—

Massive amounts of electrical plasma poured down like spilled water.

"Something is wrong with this weather!!!"

Doll used Soru to appear at the bow. She was soaked through by the rain, causing her white undershirt to cling tightly to her skin.

Her nipples were obvious.

Apparently, Doll had a habit of not wearing underwear when she slept.

The sudden strange weather had also left her with no time to put on her formal uniform.

Inside a cabin—

Saint Marcus Mars, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly opened his eyes. His naturally imposing face was filled with danger.

In another room, Aokiji pulled off his eye mask and rose from the sofa. He turned toward the dark, churning sea, his lazy face now filled with gravity.

"What's going on?"

Sumer had been having a dream.

He dreamed that he had successfully carried out his plan of letting the snipe and clam fight while the fisherman profited.

In the end, he trampled Saint Nerona Imu, Straw Hat, Blackbeard, and a host of other top powerhouses beneath his feet, ruling the world as its supreme king.

Not only had he gained immortality, but he had also successfully returned to Earth and conquered it.

Yet before he could enjoy even one second of it, violent shaking woke him up, leaving him deeply annoyed.

"Saint Sumer, it seems we have encountered severe weather!"

Terrifying lightning illuminated the darkened window.

At some point, Califa had appeared there, her body forming a perfect S-curve.

She turned back and explained the situation to Sumer, who had sat up.

"Severe weather?"

Sumer raised an eyebrow and kicked Nami off the bed.

Then, naked and doing his best to keep his balance, he walked to Califa's side and looked with her through the window at the pitch-black, boundless, violently surging sea. It was like an abyssal beast that filled people with absolute terror.

Crack—

A blinding bolt of lightning struck down, briefly illuminating the dark, rain-soaked night sky.

Sumer's pupils constricted. He seemed to have glimpsed a fleeting human figure.

Was it an illusion?

No.

Sumer's expression changed slightly as he thought of a possibility and immediately spoke to the air.

"Bruno~"

"Saint Sumer—"

The moment Sumer finished speaking, a door appeared out of thin air. Bruno opened it and stuck out his upper body.

"Put them into the alternate space, then go down to the lower hold and put every member of the Straw Hat crew into the alternate space too."

"Do not come out without my orders—"

"Remember, even if I'm in danger, you are not allowed to come out unless I give the order!"

The warship swayed from side to side, and the violent shaking made Sumer wrap his arms tightly around Califa's slender waist.

He pointed at Nami and Nico Robin, who had already gotten dressed on the bed, his tone grave.

"Yes."

Without a shred of hesitation, Bruno leaped directly out of the alternate space.

Ignoring Nami and Robin's struggles, he threw both women into the alternate space.

Then he entered the alternate space and vanished.

Before long, Bruno reached the lower hold. Following Sumer's orders, he threw the Straw Hat crew, Franky, and Enel into the alternate space as well.

"Saint Sumer, this weather isn't right!"

Rob Lucci, Kaku, Jabra, and the others burst in from the neighboring room at once. Seeing that Sumer was safe, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, they all sensed that something was wrong.

This route was a safe route. Such exaggerated stormy weather should have been impossible.

"Of course it isn't right. This kind of fanfare means some major figure has arrived!"

Sumer was somewhat excited as he lifted his foot and headed outside.

He had roughly guessed who had come.

That was why he had repeatedly instructed Bruno not to leave the alternate space without his command.

On the deck—

Waves brutally slammed against the warship again and again, forcing it to tilt back and forth at seventy-degree angles as though it would capsize at any moment.

The seawater crashing over the deck swept many Marines into the ocean, where they vanished into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

It was easy to foresee—

The Marines who had been swept away were certainly dead.

At that moment, it truly showed just how insignificant human strength was before nature.

Especially in the pirate world.

Crackle—

Suddenly—

Within the flickering hurricane and torrential rain, strands of black-red lightning surged toward the warship with lightning speed.

Many Marines gripping ropes, railings, and other solid objects rolled their eyes back and lost consciousness, only to be swept away by the waves and vanish.

"Enemy attack!!!"

"Who is it?"

Doll stood firm, her feet seeming glued to the deck. Her pupils shrank to pinpoints as she stared into the night.

Because at some point, the outlines of two figures had appeared in the dim air.

Crackle!

The spine-chilling strands of lightning surged toward her. Doll's short hair whipped wildly, every hair on her body standing on end as her limbs went weak and she could not help dropping to one knee. Beads of sweat rolled nonstop down her forehead.

She gritted her teeth and tightly gripped the gaps in the deck with both hands. Otherwise, the splashing seawater would have swept her into the ocean.

"Conqueror's Haki!!!"

Doll struggled to raise her head, trying to make out the two shadowy figures.

Whose kingly will could be so terrifying??