God's Will?

"Farr's Boom!"

"Take my Aston Horse Gun!"

"My mission is complete..."

The World Government's forces and the Pirate Alliance clashed in a fierce battle! Both sides employed every conceivable method of attack—blades, guns, cannons, poison, Devil Fruit abilities... As long as it could deal decent damage, even cheap tricks like groin grabs were fair game!

"Bastard! You're supposed to be the Blackbeard Pirates' third most important figure, yet you resort to such despicable tactics!" A valiant-looking Army lieutenant general clutched his groin in agony, whimpering nonstop. Standing opposite him was Fakyu, wearing a shameless grin. He held his beloved bottle of liquor and took small sips from it, while the blood dripping down its surface gave it a strange kind of elegance!

"Heh heh! My captain said it himself: no matter what method you use, as long as you win, it's the best method! Besides, this is a battlefield! Put away that ridiculous sense of honor!" Fakyu had no mercy in him! Back when he and Shitt were at their lowest, the only Beli they had to buy food was snatched away by a group of twisted bastards. Those people did not care about the money; they were simply treating other people's lives as a joke. In the end, those bastards who had not had enough fun even beat and mocked them!

The weak had no right to live! To survive, they had worked odd jobs and been thieves. Once they had gained some strength, they began robbing passing small merchant ships...

The pain of life, the price of kindness, the helplessness of being poor and only being able to watch their boss burn with fever in bed... Those bitter memories constantly reminded Fakyu!

In this cruel world, soft-hearted people did not live long!

"Sorry, we stand on different sides.