In the town square of Sny Island, eighty-nine despairing pregnant women and twenty-two infants had been gathered together.
Outside the perimeter, Marine soldiers held the islanders behind a cordon as they watched.
Some sobbed quietly, others clenched their fists in anger, but no one dared take a step forward.
The CP Agents, dressed in crisp black suits and holding registers, checked the details of every pregnant woman and infant without expression.
Meanwhile, in the Marines' rest area, Gern reclined in a chair with a newspaper covering most of his face. The chair rocked slightly, and he seemed utterly indifferent to everything before him.
Enel lay on his side on a long sofa the Marines had brought over, propping his head up with one hand.
He toyed with an apple in the other, his eyes brimming with impatience. "Boring beyond belief... Is a task fit for ants even worthy of a god's personal supervision?
"I heard there's someone in the Blue Sea called the 'world's strongest man.' Whitebeard, was it?
"Gern, shall we go kill him? We're gods, after all..."
Enel kept rambling, completely oblivious to the earplugs Gern was wearing.
"Sir, everyone has been registered." An agent handed over the documents.
The official assigned to work with Gern on this mission was Spandine, the current commander of Cipher Pol No. 9.
"I know! I was watching too! You don't have to tell me!"
Spandine wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his fingers trembling slightly as he clutched the freshly completed list.
"Damn it! Why did the Marines have to send this guy for this mission?!"
Spandine swallowed, his gaze darting between Gern and Enel as though weighing which one was more dangerous.
Clearly, it was the man before him wearing the Justice Coat.
Gern Reginald Sigma, the youngest legendary