Fish-Man Island was the crucial passage connecting "Paradise," the first half of the Grand Line, to the "New World," its second half.
It slumbered quietly in the abyss ten thousand meters beneath the Holy Land Mary Geoise.
At that moment, directly above the Holy Land Mary Geoise.
Pero hovered with Kizaru in the sky that the world regarded as the domain of gods.
Pero looked down disdainfully at the city built atop the Red Line, steeped in hypocrisy and extravagance. A trace of undisguised disgust flashed through his eyes.
Kizaru was so nervous that he could barely maintain even his trademark sleazy smile. He swallowed and asked cautiously, "Oh my... Mr. Pero, weren't we... going to eat deep-sea fish? Why have we... stopped above the Holy Land?"
His heart pounded. Has this guy finally lost patience? Is he going to start a massacre right here, right now?!
"No." Pero's voice was calm as still water. "I'm not in the mood to deal with them yet."
He looked down and said flatly, "Those Celestial Dragon scum are still scattered around the world like bedbugs. If I act now, I'll only alert them and send them scurrying into the sewers. I can destroy a planet in an extremely short time, but I don't want to slaughter innocent people because of that."
"Finding and killing them one by one would be too much trouble." A hint of distaste appeared on Pero's face. "Later, I'll have Billy drive all the Celestial Dragons who are away back to the Holy Land. Then I can exterminate them all at once. That should make a clean job of it."
Pero lowered his head. His eyes pierced through ten thousand meters of deep ocean and saw the dreamlike island enclosed in a massive coating bubble.
"Let them enjoy