A dreamlike island stood quietly-the Revolutionary Army's base, Dream Island.
Sunlight spilled over the clear sea, its rippling surface glittering as though countless tiny diamonds were sparkling.
"Hee hee hee! Dragon, is that the Revolutionary Army's base up ahead? It looks absolutely beautiful!"
Ivankov spoke excitedly.
He was exceptionally tall, with an enormous face.
His deep-purple afro flared freely like a mass of burning flames.
His long, thick eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his pale-blue eyeshadow complemented his purple lipstick.
He wore fishnet stockings, a cape, and a skintight, extremely low-cut bodysuit.
The striking skull tattoo on his abs was clearly exposed, and his distinctive outfit was unforgettable.
Monkey D. Dragon stood quietly at the bow, gazing deeply at Dream Island in the distance.
Since Dragon had left the Marines, he had not yet had the chance to develop his forces fully.
The force he led was still weak, so Ivankov was the only person accompanying him this time.
Dragon raised his hand to control the wind, which was like a docile steed.
It pushed the boat swiftly toward the newly built harbor behind the island, reserved for the Revolutionary Army.
"Who's there!"
From afar, the harbor sentries spotted a boat speeding toward them like an arrow loosed from a bow.
Their expressions changed abruptly, and they hurriedly called for the harbor Guard Corps captain.
This Guard Corps captain was a Vice Admiral-level fighter under Zhebo's control whom Kakarot had previously "subdued."
He quickly led his men into orderly ranks, ready for battle, vigilance written across every face.
Before long, the small boat drew closer.
The harbor Guard Corps members took a closer look and could not help calling out in unison:
"It's Commander Dragon!"
Hearing this, the others relaxed their tense nerves as well, while someone immediately ran to notify