Plotting for the Underworld

New World, Dressrosa Kingdom, port waters.

The azure sea shimmered beneath the sunlight as the sea breeze carried the clamor of the harbor across David's Revenge, which loomed over the horizon like a colossal beast.

An invisible semicircular gravity field suddenly expanded outward from David's Revenge.

With a soft swish, space distorted slightly, and the sisters Scarlett and Violet were transferred onto the harbor shore.

The two women turned around, adjusted their transparent combat suits, and vigorously waved at the familiar figure behind the porthole before turning to walk toward the long-separated Dressrosa royal palace.

"Anata~"

A sweet, fragrant presence quietly pressed against Dawn's back. Stussy's seductively enchanting voice softly sounded beside his ear.

"Other than Big-Hand Funeral Director Piekro, the remaining Underworld emperors have all arrived in Mogaro Kingdom. They're waiting for you."

Dawn turned around, wrapped an arm around Stussy's slender waist, and nodded lightly, a trace of understanding flashing through his eyes.

At this point, the Dawn Pirates' top-tier combat power had firmly reached the threshold of a Four Emperors crew.

In the battle at Raijin Island, he had defeated Hawk-Eye head-on and claimed the title of the world's greatest swordsman. Across the entire sea, few could rival that level of raw strength.

But Dawn understood better than anyone that top-tier combat power alone was far from enough to truly secure a position among the Four Emperors.

In the original timeline, the reason the World Government did not dare move against the Four Emperors lightly had never been because they feared the Four Emperors' world-destroying strength. No matter how powerful a Four Emperor was, as long as the World Government was willing to pay the price and gather all of the Marines' high-end forces, they could always hunt them down.

What they truly feared was the enormous