Meeting Red-Hair

On the ship.

Ryan looked at the Guardians, who had fallen silent after being reprimanded by him, and sighed softly to himself.

The disappointment he had mentioned earlier was not because the people who had tried to assassinate him were still alive.

Honestly, he had never taken that matter to heart. How could he possibly use it to lecture his subordinates?

After all, their relationship was different from that of other factions in the world. There was no need for such time-wasting and meaningless behavior.

What truly disappointed him was the Guardians' mindset.

Perhaps because every victory had come too easily, everyone had developed the mentality that Nazarick was the strongest, and everyone else, no matter who they were, was trash.

But was that really the case?

Against this world, Nazarick did stand at the top, but that did not mean there were no abilities capable of threatening them.

The Love-Love Fruit: once kicked, it ignored Haki and petrified its target with absolute certainty. Magic only had about a fifty-percent chance of defending against it.

The Hobby-Hobby Fruit: once it touched someone, it erased every trace of that person's existence, affecting the entire world. It was no weaker than certain World Items—an absolute bug among bugs.

Even he, who carried a World Item with him at all times, did not dare claim with absolute certainty that he could avoid being hit.

And how could this world possibly contain only fruits like those? If they became careless, they truly might capsize in this world.

Ryan sighed softly and did not press everyone too hard.

What he hoped for was that they would act with grandeur while maintaining vigilance and reverence toward everything in their hearts. But psychological issues like this could not be solved through words alone; they needed to be