On the outer coast of God Valley, waves crashed against the shore while the smoke of battle had yet to clear.
Aboard a warship that was still operational, the atmosphere suddenly spiraled out of control.
"Dragon! What are you doing?!"
The junior marine captain raised his voice, attempting to use military discipline to suppress the situation. "Calm down! You've already overstepped your authority!!"
His only response was a cold and sharp flash of light.
Dragon was covered in blood and tattered clothes, a long spear in his hand pointing straight at the other man's throat with unmasked killing intent.
"What am I doing?"
He let out a low roar, his voice carrying an anger suppressed to the absolute limit. "I should be asking you that!!"
Blood slid down his temples, yet he acted as though he felt no pain at all.
"Do you people know—what it is you're doing?!!"
Dragon's roar exploded across the deck as he whirled around and pointed toward the ship's rail.
"Get them on board!!"
"Civilians, slaves, the wounded—all of them!!"
"Whoever dares to object, I will execute on the spot!!!"
In an instant, dead silence fell over the entire warship.
By the side of the ship, those battered and bruised civilians and slaves stared blankly at this scene.
Some couldn't believe it, some trembled as they wept, and others instinctively stepped backward, as though afraid this was merely another crueler lie.
"...Is he a marine?"
"Why... would he do this?"
"Don't think this is going to end just like this, Dragon!!" the captain gritted his teeth and roared.
Without turning his head, Dragon spoke in a low voice that was absolute and unyielding:
"I'll play along with you to the bitter end!!!"
...Meanwhile.
On the distant ocean surface, Roger's pirate ship had already adjusted its