"Captain Rocks isn't dead! He'll be back!"
"He'll never let you get away with this! We'll bury you once and for all in the new era!"
As Yas listened to Captain John's final curse, laden with venom and madness, not a ripple crossed his face.
Rocks?
That name found only in legends and Marine historical records, that man hailed as the overlord of the seas?
A faint trace of mockery flashed through Yas's ice-blue eyes.
"I'll be waiting."
He spoke those words softly, as though answering the impotent fury of an ant beneath his feet.
He could not even be bothered to spare another glance at the relic of a bygone era rolling and wailing on the ground. Instead, he turned all his attention back to the magnificent, dazzling golden galaxy formed from endless treasure.
Though these things were no different from a heap of glittering stones in his eyes, they were, after all, the spoils of this latest "cleanup."
As was his usual style, he would never allow anyone else to lay a finger on what belonged to him, nor would he allow any of it to be left behind.
But how was he supposed to take this much away?
Even his state-of-the-art Marine warship could not possibly hold this island-sized fortune.
Yas slowly extended the hand that had just snapped the Cursed Sword, spreading his fingers toward the slowly rotating golden galaxy.
"Since it's garbage, it should look like garbage."
His voice was calm, yet filled with an unquestionable will.
"Compress it all."
Humm-
A gravity law more terrifying and purer than any he had used before enveloped the entire galaxy like a divine decree!
It was not the crude pull of Banshō Ten'in, nor the savage repulsion of Shinra Tensei, but absolute, utterly unreasonable compression beginning at