Agent

White Soil Land, Baltigo.

Revolutionary Army headquarters.

This was the place the World Government described as the most terrifying, and an organization no one was permitted to join.

Yet the more it was banned and suppressed, the stronger it became.

At the edge of the island, four or five people dressed in unusual clothing wandered about on patrol.

"The tide is rather fierce today!" a bearded man said.

He was the captain of the patrol here. He had never seen the tide rise this high before, and found it rather strange.

"Yeah, it feels like the tides are deliberately surging toward us," someone chimed in.

"Hahaha, you're overthinking it. Could someone really control the rise and fall of the sea?" a younger man among the five said loudly.

His voice was deep and powerful, leaving quite an impression.

The bearded captain looked toward the horizon. "I hope I can see my child safely in a week."

"Don't worry, Captain. There's very little danger here. This place has the highest survival rate!"

This archipelago of Baltigo lay at the boundary between the Calm Belt and the New World.

Strictly speaking, it was at the westernmost edge of the New World.

Strangers often came here.

Some were lost merchant ships. They would hide themselves and disguise the place as an uninhabited island.

Then, pretending it was accidental, they would scatter maps for them to find.

Of course.

Agents often came here as well.

The World Government had the most agents, and they were also the hardest to deal with.

More often than not, they had to risk their lives to kill them.

Those who patrolled these outer islands possessed the strongest willpower and loyalty. To bleed and die for the revolution was an honor to them.

This was for the liberation of