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"Cough, cough, cough!" Swain coughed up a large amount of blood.

He lay on the ship, gasping for breath.

Ever since escaping, he had been using his ability to speed forward.

He had slept for only two hours over three days and three nights.

Fortunately, he had managed to shake off the Navy that had been pursuing him relentlessly.

The sun hung high in the sky.

Swain had no idea where he was.

All he could do was lie there and watch seagulls flying across the sky.

After a long while.

Swain pulled a fresh fish from his hand, its scales still reflecting the sunlight.

Squelch!

Swain bit the fish's head off in one bite, and the strong fishy odor immediately filled his nose and mouth.

He could have used his Devil Fruit ability to filter out the salt, but after eating fish packed with salt, his condition had grown increasingly severe.

The first day had been bearable, but after having to eat raw fish every day, his stomach had already begun to reject it.

He had no idea how much longer he would have to live like this.

How much longer is this going to last? Swain thought helplessly.

He used his ability to drink the clean water he had filtered out, and his body finally felt a little more comfortable.

Meanwhile, over the past three days.

The entire world had already been thrown into an uproar over the incident of Swain killing the Celestial Dragons!

In Alabasta, Baroque Works.

"Here's today's newspaper!"

A man with a curved blade for an arm handed it to the man sitting in front of him.

"Hm? This brat again?"

"He certainly has some nerve!"

Crocodile sat in his chair and spoke.

"Yeah. And he might not even be dead." Mr. 1 replied.

He admired Swain's courage. The man had even dared to kill Celestial Dragons.

"Alive? I'd say the World Government killed him long ago." He said this with certainty.

Clearly, he understood the World Government's power far better than Mr. 1 did.

Amazon Lily.

"Hancock! Come take a look at this news."

A short, hunchbacked old woman with white hair shouted excitedly at the tall, stunning woman before her.

"Mind your words. You will address me as Her Majesty."

Hancock reprimanded her coldly.

However, the white-haired old woman before her paid no attention to that little show of arrogance.

Instead, she held the newspaper out for Hancock to read.

The headline read: "[Godslayer] Swain Brutally Slaughters Two Gods."

It went on to describe in detail how Swain had burned the Celestial Dragons' flag and openly declared war, along with a series of other events.

The front page was filled entirely with reports of Swain's vicious deeds.

The fewer words a headline contained, the more serious the matter was considered.

After reading it, Empress Hancock's beautiful eyes were filled with shock!

Her cherry-like lips parted slightly as well.

Her heart remained unsettled for a long time.

At last, someone had dared to publicly "slay gods"?

As long as the Celestial Dragons remained in this world, she could never forget everything she had suffered during her childhood!

She had hated them all these years!

[Godslayer] Swain...

As she stared at the name, she—who had always hated men—

At this moment.

Actually felt a hint of admiration for this man she had never met.

This stunning beauty, who would not fall for a man until two years later, felt her frozen heart gradually beginning to thaw at this moment!

Because he had done what no one else dared to do!

The more Celestial Dragons Swain killed, the more comfort she felt in her heart.

Hancock stood there in a daze, not even hearing someone call her name.

"Hancock?... Hancock!"

"What are you daydreaming about?"

Hancock glanced at her with her beautiful eyes.

"Convey my decree: the entire island will celebrate tonight!"

Dressrosa.

Doflamingo laughed sinisterly.

"Heh heh heh heh heh! Has someone from the D. Clan finally appeared?"

"Who will ultimately come out on top? How exciting..."

Meanwhile, on the Grand Line.

A green-haired gang leader was shouting excitedly at his companions.

"Look! Now that's a real man!"

"Swain! He even dared to kill Celestial Dragons."

"Kill anyone who stands in his way!"

"Wooohoo~ How cool is that?!"

The little gangsters around him began howling as well, as if they were the ones making the headlines.

"I've decided..." the green-haired gangster said.

"I'm going to sea and become a pirate! I'll follow in Senior Swain's footsteps!"

The Revolutionary Army members around the world were also greatly encouraged when they received the news. In their eyes, someone had risen up in resistance, proving that the World Government had lost the people's support.

Their rebellion suddenly felt even more invigorating!

Swain still did not know that the changes he had caused had sent certain events completely off their original course.

They had been placed on an entirely new track!

New wanted posters were issued as well.

Aside from Roland, everyone else aboard the Neptune received a wanted poster.

Roland had only joined Swain's crew in the Sabaody Archipelago. Even the Navy did not know that she was one of Swain's crew members.

Among them, the bounties on Swain and Norton were raised further.

[Godslayer] Swain.

Bounty: 2,000,000,000 Beli.

[Iron Man] Norton.

Bounty: 450,000,000 Beli.

[Shipwright] Jordi.

Bounty: 30,000,000 Beli.

Below each wanted poster was also a note bearing the following message.

Note: Provide information on Swain and his associates to receive a reward of 3,000,000 Beli!

A World Government seal was stamped beneath it.

Still suffering through the intertwining pain and hardship, Swain had no idea how great a commotion he had caused.

In his opinion, he had merely killed two scumbags.

Another seven days passed.

Swain was still sailing aimlessly across the sea.

He was like a headless fly, wandering around everywhere.

He desperately wanted to find a living person. Even an uninhabited island would do.

Clinging to that last bit of life, he altered the seawater's flow rate, moving several times faster than a warship.

He kept heading southeast. His sixth sense told him there had to be an uninhabited island in that direction, or that he would encounter a ship carrying people.

Unfortunately, his sixth sense was unreliable. After sailing at high speed for a week, he had not even seen a single bird feather.

"Heavens above!" Swain shouted with his last breath.

Then he passed out.

With injuries as severe as his, surviving ten days longer was entirely due to his tenacious vitality.

If it had been anyone else, injuries to their internal organs and bodily functions of this severity would have killed them within two days.

However.

Perhaps his final prayer really had worked.

That night, a ship actually appeared.

"Huh? Captain, look! There's someone over there!"

A white bear spoke. Its eyesight was excellent, allowing it to see things from far away.

"Hmm. He probably got separated from his fleet." A tall man replied.

There were seven or eight people aboard the ship.

"Could he be dead?"

"We'll know once we sail over and take a look." The tall man gave the order.

When they drew close, the man had the white bear stop the ship.

Then he looked over through a spyglass and counted the man's breathing rate.

After confirming that he was unconscious,

he extended his palm and said:

"ROOM!"