Nearly two years had passed since the Summit War.
Against the vast, almost endless span of time, that was hardly long. The powerful figures who had escaped from Impel Down had now begun to make their moves.
Patrick Redfield, a powerhouse of the old era who had once stood alongside Whitebeard and Roger.
Byrnndi World, the World Destroyer, whose immense destructive power had threatened even the World Government.
And at another harbor, the towering, imposing Douglas Bullet strode down from his ship.
Gazing at the bustling, prosperous streets and the people passing through them, Bullet grinned and suddenly spoke.
"What an impressive sight."
"In barely over a year, this kingdom has already become something like this."
"That River fellow isn't just powerful. He's actually pretty good at running a country, too."
"King of the World, huh?"
"Now that's an enviable title."
Bullet folded his arms and quietly looked ahead.
"I heard he defeated Kaido and Big Mom together. Even two of the Four Emperors fell before him."
"Now that's a target worth challenging."
Then his gaze shifted into the distance, toward a harbor on another side of the city.
There, a figure with braided hair stood quietly, seemingly observing the scenery along the streets.
"Patrick Redfield!"
Uttering that name, Bullet strode forward.
Soon, he disappeared from the harbor, heading toward the King's Plateau.
Even Bullet had his reservations about entering the capital of a vast empire like Freedom alone.
But after learning that another powerhouse who had escaped prison alongside him was here, he made his move.
That would create an opening for him. He feared no one in single combat, but faced with Dressrosa's impregnable defenses and its ranks of Admirals, even he would hesitate.
So he had cleverly found himself an ally. Byrnndi World's involvement, however, was pure