Revolutionary Army headquarters, Baltigo.
"The Demon King Travel Group... Crocodile has joined..."
Dragon studied the intelligence, his brow furrowed. "What... is his purpose, exactly? Is he simply a destroyer? Or... does he have some deeper intention?"
"His attitude toward the World Government... Sabo, have intelligence focus on this 'travel group's' movements. Especially... whether they take an interest in the World Government's 'secrets.'"
He had a vague feeling that this unpredictable travel group, which had appeared so suddenly, might become a major variable capable of changing the world order.
Meanwhile, in every corner of the world, countless pirates, civilians, bounty hunters, and underworld forces were feverishly discussing the same name-the "Demon King Travel Group."
Fear, curiosity, awe, speculation... all kinds of emotions mingled and spread.
Where had they come from? Where were they going? Where would their "journey" end?
Destruction? Conquest? Or... merely a game played on a whim?
At the same time, the enormous golden Ark Maxim streaked across the blue sky like a golden meteor, heading for unknown waters.
At the bow, Kirishima Bupai sat facing the wind in a white plastic chair, the hem of his black coat snapping in the breeze, his white hair dancing.
His deep gaze turned toward the distant horizon, where an unknown voyage lay ahead.
Enel clutched his still swollen, aching cheek and watched Kirishima's back with a complicated look in his eyes: fear, and a barely perceptible trace of... resignation?
He felt the residual current on his body. Power Bank... damn it!
Crocodile stood a little farther back, having changed into a barely presentable outfit, his expression once again somber and restrained.
Resigning from the Seven Warlords of the Sea and joining the Demon King Travel Group... this was the greatest gamble of his life.
What would the future hold? He did