Monkey D. Dragon, I Am Your Father

"That was truly regrettable."

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"Perhaps there is still a possibility for cooperation between us."

Monkey D. Dragon genuinely thought so.

He then tried to propose a partnership. Joining forces with someone so opposed to the Celestial Dragons would surely create opportunities to cooperate in the future.

"Only one possibility remains between us."

Brando suddenly smiled, making Monkey D. Dragon feel uneasy.

"Is there some condition?"

"Anything can be discussed."

Monkey D. Dragon prepared himself mentally. Whether Brando wanted money or something else, as long as the Revolutionary Army could provide it...

"That is, when I am your father, then we can cooperate!"

Bang!

As Brando finished speaking, white smoke rose from his body. He instantly changed from Sasuke's appearance into Garp's.

Dragon froze for a moment, then the skin on his face began to redden, about the same color as the marks left by a Supreme Grade Blade striking him.

He could endure any other humiliation. After all, he was a man destined for great things. But transforming into his own father to humiliate him was something he could not tolerate in the slightest.

At first, he had wondered whether the intelligence obtained from Foosha Village had been wrong. If Brando were mentally unsound, how could he possibly have attacked a Celestial Dragon and planned it so meticulously?

But now he was certain. This man really was insane!

Then faint arcs of electricity appeared around Brando's body. He had activated Lightning Release: Cell Activation, while a Rasengan rapidly formed in his raised right hand.

Whoosh!

Brando directly used Soru and appeared before Dragon almost instantly, driving the Rasengan straight at him.

Monkey D. Dragon was also furious now. Rather than dodge, he raised his hand and struck forward.

An invisible current of air appeared in Monkey D. Dragon's hand and collided directly with the Rasengan. The force of the impact instantly spread, affecting the houses and walls in the surrounding alleyways.

After one second of deadlock, a massive explosion rang out, blasting huge holes through the walls on both sides.

The enormous blast immediately drew many people over. Loguetown had always been under the strictest surveillance precisely to capture Brando.

Members of the intelligence agencies and the Marines immediately rushed over.

Monkey D. Dragon naturally noticed them as well. He understood that Brando truly had no intention of cooperating with the Revolutionary Army. This man was just a lunatic.

"Monkey D. Dragon!"

Someone called out Monkey D. Dragon's name.

"Vice Admiral Garp!"

The Marines immediately gathered behind the Garp that Brando had transformed into.

"Move in and capture him."

Brando also gave the order without hesitation, telling the Marines to act.

"It seems I was mistaken. Brando, what you possess is not a heart brave enough to resist the World Government. You are simply a madman."

Monkey D. Dragon said darkly.

He felt that going to such lengths to come here had simply been a waste of time. He had merely never considered that someone who dared attack a Celestial Dragon could be mentally deranged.

But now, it seemed there truly was such a person.

He was simply aggressive toward everyone around him, no matter who they were.

"I just find everyone irritating, that's all."

Brando shrugged.

Whether they were strong or weak, all fell within the scope of my Will of the Overlord.

Animals were included as well.

The surrounding Marines were confused, because these Marines were not under Garp's command. They were members originally stationed at Marine bases around Loguetown.

But they could sense that this Vice Admiral Garp was somewhat strange. If they were going to capture Monkey D. Dragon, Vice Admiral Garp himself should naturally have been the fastest one to act.

Still, under this Garp's orders, they began closing in on Monkey D. Dragon.

Monkey D. Dragon had no interest in staying here and prepared to leave.

"I never expected both you brats to be here!"

"Then both of you can stay!"

But at that moment, Garp's booming voice suddenly came from the sky.

The dark clouds overhead were instantly blasted apart behind him, revealing blue skies and dazzling sunlight.

A figure descended at tremendous speed, then slammed heavily into the ground, blasting out a huge crater. The impact shook everyone nearby off balance, sending quite a few people sprawling.

Garp had arrived so quickly because members of the intelligence agencies nearby had sent word, causing the person in charge of East Blue to immediately issue an Admiral Mobilization Order.

Seeing that his father's hair had turned much whiter, Monkey D. Dragon's gaze became complicated. In a slightly nostalgic voice, he softly called out, "Old man."

"You brat, you've turned into someone just like me. Is this your Devil Fruit ability?"

Garp looked at the person who resembled him exactly, his expression filled with interest.

Could he copy my strength too?

If he could, fighting myself would definitely be interesting.

"No, it's just a very ordinary ability."

After speaking, Brando used the Transformation Technique again. This time, he took on Saint Charlos's appearance.

"By the way, now that I look like a Celestial Dragon, do you dare attack me?"

"If you hit me, does that count as hitting a Celestial Dragon? Celestial Dragons hold grudges, after all. If he finds out you attacked someone who looks like him, he might kill your entire family."

Brando looked at the people around him with a wicked grin.

The Marines remained relatively composed, but the intelligence agency members all began sweating profusely.

After all, they were the government officials closest to the Celestial Dragons. The Marines were just lowly employees, not to mention those in East Blue, who were not even qualified to be around Celestial Dragons. Only Marine officers at vice admiral rank had the qualifications to lead personnel in escorting them.

They knew very well that what the person before them said was true.

"Oh?"

"Beating up a Celestial Dragon? Now that interests me."

Garp was instead brimming with enthusiasm.

He had long been displeased with the Celestial Dragons. Cursing them a few times was common enough, but getting to hit one personally would feel amazing.

"Every one of you is like a monster. I don't want to fight people like you yet."

Brando directly refused the suggestion of fighting.

When playing the arena, what he hated most was fighting stat monsters. If they caught an opening, they could take him out in one combo.

Of course, it was different when he was the one stacking stats.

His current skill set was not nasty enough yet. Once he assembled a full set of Heavenly King-tier skills, he would make the people of this world feel pain!

"Pass this on to those Celestial Dragons in Mary Geoise: from now on, every time I see one, I'll beat one up. They'd better watch themselves."

Brando had already regarded the Celestial Dragons as the perfect experience fodder.

They were weak and easy to catch. Not farming experience packs like that was like refusing to farm bots in the arena.

After saying that, Brando directly turned into smoke and vanished.

When he had clashed with Monkey D. Dragon earlier, he had taken the chance to leave a Shadow Clone behind in the smoke.

His real body had already run off somewhere unknown.

"You brat, now you're the only one left."

Garp was also surprised by this. His Observation Haki had remained locked onto Brando the entire time.

Yet after that guy turned into smoke, he had disappeared entirely. Garp's Observation Haki could not catch even the slightest trace of him.

Monkey D. Dragon, however, had sensed something. When he clashed with the Rasengan, he had felt another presence suddenly appear. But when the smoke dispersed, Brando was still standing before him, so he had not immediately gone after the other presence that had fled.

"Ha..."

Monkey D. Dragon sighed.

He would have to play with his old man for a while again.

"Recognition from the Will of the Overlord... You toward Monkey D. Dragon..."