"Ptooey!"
Covered in blood, Garp tugged at his suit tie.
"You villain who stops at no evil! In the end, you're just a scoundrel who wants to replace the Celestial Dragons and the Five Elders!"
"Don't tell me you think you're a Savior who defied fate and saved every member of your crew?"
"Ridiculous! You're merely nurturing an alliance of evil unlike any in history!"
Would Garp entertain fantasies of pirates saving the world?
No!
From everything he knew, the more pirates there were, the more chaotic the world would become.
Only the Marines could uphold justice. If a Marine betrayed them, he naturally became another pirate.
And it was on this very rule that the Celestial Dragons had founded the Reverie.
No one would fight alone when they had other options. That was simply impossible.
Making an enemy of the entire world would never make someone King of the World. Instead, they would die young, just like Rocks.
The Five Elders bestowed titles upon the powerful figures of the seas, making them proud and complacent while also making enemies for them everywhere.
Ultimately, it was nothing more than a war without order!
How could the rare few chaotic good and neutral pirates possibly save this world?
Unless, at some point, they could tell the entire world the truth!
The truth about everyone!
In fact.
Even revealing the Void Century of the past would merely ignite the world's anger.
There was only one way to bring both the Reverie and the Five Elders crashing down!
Power!
Either countless lives across the world would fight for the mission their ancestors had fought for, or Joy Boy and the others would have to leave behind enough power to contend with the Celestial Dragons to some extent!
The answer lay on the final