The Title Doesn't Matter!

Perhaps feeling that the time was ripe, Mislanda decided it was time for that bastard organization, the World Government, to die.

So, he decided to gather every force that had a bone to pick with the World Government and take it down in one fell swoop.

Invitation after invitation was sent across the world. The Five Emperors, the Shichibukai, the Revolutionary Army, the kings of certain nations, pirates with bounties exceeding three hundred million—every last one of them would receive an invitation!

This was an invitation sent by the Pirate King. Ordinary people certainly would not dare refuse to show him respect.

After all the invitations had been sent, Mislanda sat alone upon his throne.

Looking at the vast, empty hall, he suddenly felt that he understood Rocks a little.

King of the World—he would accept that title for himself!

As long as he destroyed the World Government, the Revolutionary Army would amount to nothing. Then, the Dark Night Pirates would stand alone at the top, and he, Mislanda, would become the true King of the World!

"Uncle, what are you thinking about?"

Suddenly, Nami walked in and stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

Looking at the mischievous Nami, Mislanda smiled. He then walked over, pulled her into his arms, and sat directly on the steps.

"I was thinking that after working hard for so many years, it's finally time to achieve some real results!"

"Oh, then Nami wishes Uncle success!"

As she spoke, Nami raised her head and kissed Mislanda on the cheek.

"Uncle, it's just the two of us now. Do you want to do something naughty to me?"

Nami stood up and walked to a table some distance away. Then she lay flat on it, with her head hanging over the edge.

After doing all that,