Emporio Ivankov: Congratulations in advance, Lord Roy, on becoming one of the Five Emperors!

This went against his original intentions, as well as the principles he had followed while sailing the seas.

If the other party had not provoked him first, striking first would be dishonorable.

Of course, having lived for so many years, he could also tell something was amiss behind the scenes.

Every headline in the newspapers trumpeted the ambitions of Roy and his companions.

They claimed that the moment they entered the New World, they would clash with the Four Emperors and compete for the position of Fifth Emperor.

Clearly, some force behind the scenes was fanning the flames, hoping to watch from the sidelines and reap the benefits.

Such a force was either the World Government or Marine Headquarters.

Of the two, Marine Headquarters was more likely.

After all, in this prison break, Marine Headquarters had suffered severe blows to both its reputation and its fighting strength.

They were the most likely to stir up infighting among pirates to divert the conflict.

"Ah, Garp, even an old bastard like you had your day of defeat."

"Time spares no one."

In the end, Whitebeard sighed.

As Whitebeard sighed, time trickled by.

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.

Over that half month, the buzz surrounding Bullet, Roy, and the others in the New World did not die down. Instead, it only intensified.

Many people were looking forward to their arrival.

Just then, Red-Haired Shanks, one of the Four Emperors, spoke out again: "The balance of the New World must not be thrown into chaos."

That single sentence made his position clear.

He was openly opposing Roy and the others.

The moment they entered the New World, they would become his enemies.

As a result, countless people were waiting for a response from Roy and the others.

Meanwhile,