Over This Time, We've Trained Enough to...

On the deck of a World Government Ship.

Saint Charlos stood at the center, wearing his signature square bubble helmet and toying with a specially made hand cannon.

"Honorable Saint Charlos."

A CP Agent in a black suit approached cautiously. He bowed, unable to hide the tension in his voice:

"I believe... it's far too dangerous to wander outside. The Darkness Man has attacked Celestial Dragons on several outings already. We should..."

Saint Charlos turned, his fat face flushing with rage. He raised the hand cannon and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The explosive round struck the CP Agent in the chest, blasting a hole the size of a bowl. The agent looked down at his wound in disbelief and opened his mouth to speak, but blood poured out instead.

He staggered back two steps, then fell flat on the deck, eyes wide open in death.

"Coward."

Saint Charlos spat and waved to the Holy Land Guard Forces beside him.

"Throw him into the sea and feed him to the fish. How dare he question my decision? I'm a descendant of the Creators, a god of this world! Why should I fear some mere criminal?"

Two guards stepped forward without expression, lifted the CP Agent's body, carried it to the rail, and tossed it into the sea without hesitation.

The body sent up a small splash before swiftly vanishing beneath the ship's wake.

Every slave on deck knelt with their head to the floor, trembling.

"Sorry you had to see that, Lord Somaz."

Saint Charlos turned to the other Celestial Dragon beside him and forced a fawning smile onto his fat face.

"The servants don't know their place. Always saying things that spoil the mood."

Saint Charlos knew full well about the Darkness Man's threat. He was no fool; he would