It was no surprise that the entire world was watching.
On the deck of the Chris, the Division Commanders had all risen to their feet, looking at Benn Beckman and the others.
Everyone was still very interested in the First Mate of the legendary Red Hair Pirates.
Kuro pushed up his glasses and said flatly, "He's no different from the Benn Beckman I imagined."
"A powerhouse at his level really does have an extraordinary presence."
Tesoro stretched out his hand, the various gold rings on his fingers glittering brightly.
He touched his slicked-back hair and laughed. "One day, we'll become figures of that stature too!"
"Maybe by then, our achievements will surpass Benn Beckman and the others by far."
Bartolomeo, wearing his green rooster-comb hair, said with a grin, "That's for sure!"
"As long as we follow the Captain's footsteps steadily, there's nothing we can't accomplish."
"If, in the future, there's someone who can completely suppress the entire world—"
"Then that person will definitely be the Captain!"
As Chris's fanatical admirer, Bartolomeo always had this kind of confidence in Chris.
Lafitte pressed down on his hat, and his pale face showed a faint change in expression.
He could not help sighing. "At a time like this, everyone really is watching this place."
"Our Chris Pirates have already become the focus of this era."
"In a certain sense, this already represents the Captain's influence."
Enel floated cross-legged in midair, his head tilted and his expression utterly unconcerned.
He dug at his ear and said casually, "In this short time, three of the Four Emperors Pirates have already arrived."
"And the other forces have long since become too numerous to count."
"They didn't come here to see who would ultimately win between the Pudora Kingdom and us."
"These people came here simply