The Impostor

He knew his position within the base very well. He was the sort who was above those beneath him but below those above him, so he naturally had no objections to Atlas's arrangement.

"Good. Prepare the ship. We're heading to Gatam Island!!"

Atlas rose to his feet and issued the order in a firm tone.

The base's Training Ground.

The Navy soldiers who received the order lined up in neat formation, while the logistics department began hurriedly preparing a large quantity of supplies.

A voyage wasn't something that lasted just a day or two, and the sea was often unpredictable. No one knew when an accident might occur or what form it might take, so strong logistical support was especially important.

"Big Brother Atlas, are we going to deploy the White Hou?"

Smoker stood beside Atlas, slowly surveying the solemn ranks below. He nodded in satisfaction before tilting his head and asking.

"Yeah—let's use the White Hou. The other warships cost quite a lot to maintain each time. Besides, the White Hou is tough as nails. We can abuse it however we like."

Atlas's gaze suddenly sharpened. His lazy expression vanished, and his blade-like eyes swept across the soldiers below, making everyone shiver from head to toe.

"All hands!! Set out now! Destination: Gatam Island!!"

"Yes!! Admiral White Hou!!"

Their voices rang out in perfect unison, soaring into the heavens. It seemed as though the entire base trembled.

Gatam Island.

Corpses. Corpses were everywhere.

Only by looking at their varied clothing and the crisscrossing scars exposed on their skin could one barely determine that they were a group of Pirates.

Strangely, there didn't seem to be any fatal wounds on their bodies. Instead, each of them wore an intoxicated, blissful expression.

Catarina Devon lightly traced her cheek with a