The Sea Emperor Who Ruled the New World (Part 2)

New World, Sphinx Island.

Warm golden sunlight spilled across the azure shore, while the sea breeze carried the children's laughter over the beach.

Edward Newgate stood bare-chested, his broad chest exposed, directing his pirates as they carried crates of gold and treasure off the ships and distributed them among the island's residents.

The children ran around him, chirping, "Great-Grandpa Newgate!" A hearty smile hung on his face as he occasionally bent down to ruffle their hair. He carried none of the airs of the world's strongest man, only boundless gentleness. This was his hometown, and the place he would protect at all costs.

"Pops! Pops! Something huge happened!"

Marco flapped his blue-flame wings as he rushed over from afar, clutching the freshly printed newspaper tightly in his hand, his face filled with unconcealable shock.

"Gurararara, what are you panicking for? Did the sky fall?"

Whitebeard took the newspaper, casually unfolded it, and glanced indifferently at the front-page headline. Then he let out earth-shaking laughter that made the surrounding waves ripple.

"Emperor of the Sea? Four Emperors? That brat called Dawn has some guts, daring to touch that old woman's territory. Interesting."

He had never cared much for empty titles like these. The name Emperor of the Sea, the title of the world's strongest—in his eyes, neither mattered as much as the family beside him and the peace of his homeland behind him.

But as he laughed, his smile suddenly faded, and his face gradually darkened.

His rough finger pressed heavily against Dawn's name in the paper. He looked up at Marco, and his voice instantly dropped several degrees.

"Marco, tell me. Were the ones who killed Karma and Oliver before part of Dawn's crew?"

Karma and Oliver were two captains under the Whitebeard Pirates. Though they had broken the rules