With two days left until the Swordsmanship Tournament, countless people gathered at the port of Paros Island.
The New World's biggest names would arrive today, and the crowds were lucky enough to witness it.
Unbeknownst to them, the Live Broadcast Den Den Mushi were already running, relaying the scene at Paros Island's port to Visual Den Den Mushi across the world.
Ships packed the port, lined up in orderly rows.
Paros Island had four ports. Its eastern and western sides each had a large dock stretching four thousand meters, where cargo ships and transport ships gathered to deliver the vast quantities of supplies the island needed.
The northern port belonged exclusively to the Pluton Pirates. It was small, only eight hundred meters long.
The largest port, in the south, received ships from all over the world. Its fifteen-meter span seemed to stretch beyond sight, with nearly five thousand ships moored there.
Ships covered almost the entire port.
They stood six rows deep along the shore.
Pirate ships and merchant vessels crowded together. More ships approached from the distant sea, and under the direction of the Pluton Pirates' port staff, each docked in an open berth.
Who knew how many people had never seen a spectacle like it?
But those with an eye for business could see the money in Paros Island's ports. Even if each ship paid only ten thousand Beli a day to dock,
the fees at this port alone would bring in at least a hundred million Beli daily. And Paros Island had three other ports besides this largest one.
In reality, they brought in far more than that.
And that was just the docking fees.
A radar map appeared in Hades's mind. Each red dot represented an old acquaintance of formidable strength.
They were steadily approaching Paros