The King of Tourism

Loki was furious. Although seeing his own father after the battle began had caught him off guard,

he had already prepared himself for a major fight.

Cutting down those tiny Marines had been as easy as chopping vegetables, but he hadn't expected several giants to charge in and tie him up before he had fought for long.

"I told you, get out of my way!"

"Impossible! Loki, we thought that even though you'd done nothing but bad things since you were a child, you could still be saved. But now it seems you really are a terrorist! You actually joined the pirates!"

"I should be the one saying that! Why are you standing with those disgusting Marines? And my dad's way too stupid!"

"Shut up! Don't insult King Ha!!"

Though they were all giants, their words alone made it clear that they were on very bad terms.

Loki had originally intended to hold back, but the longer he fought, the angrier he grew. His father hadn't come here to find him, but to fight for the government.

It had to be said, that had thoroughly enraged him!

"Enough! From now on, whoever stands in my way deserves to die!"

Loki roared at the sky. A tremendous amount of Reishi gathered, forming a gigantic pillar of light that stretched from heaven to earth, with an irregularly shaped pentagram at its peak.

At the sight of this strange scene, the giants instinctively retreated, staring at the unexpected change.

As the pillar of light faded, Loki walked out.

An angelic halo had appeared above his head, and a pair of pinkish-purple wings had appeared on his back.

Other than that, there wasn't much change, except for a round shield attached to his arm. He wasn't holding it; it was strapped to his left forearm.

"This is..." The giants were astonished.

Had Loki gotten bigger?

"Die!" Loki roared, knocking a giant warrior flat with one punch.

The other giants were shocked, but none of them backed down.

They had willingly followed Harald here to fight. What did it matter if they died in battle?

When gods fought, mortals suffered. To ordinary people, giants, who were countless times larger than they were, were much the same as gods.

Loki's battle with the giants caused no small commotion. Every time one of them fell, the ground shook.

And they weren't fighting in just one place. Once they got going, who had time to care about their surroundings?

Quite a few pirates and Marines were caught in the fighting and turned into mincemeat before they could even scream.

"Wow, that's a bit much. Now I believe Elbaf really is the strongest country."

It had been said earlier that the two people on the Execution Platform were the most relaxed, but that wasn't actually true.

Keel Bastar was much the same by comparison.

Keel raised his pistol, squinted one eye to aim, and shot a Marine through the crown of his head.

Then he casually fired another shot, sending a Reishi bullet flying. In another direction, a Marine's entire head exploded.

He strolled through the crowd, with time to watch other people's battles and even comment on them.

After watching Loki for a few moments, he looked away.

Keel was a man who didn't draw much attention. Though he shared pirates' love of money, he often kept a low profile, even after becoming a Quincy.

Keel had been willing to go with Shakky to carry out the plan on the Marine ship because he was confident nothing would go wrong.

Now, once he fought someone powerful, he would easily attract attention. Stealing kills on the chaotic battlefield was much easier.

"I've found an opening!"

A Marine who had concealed his presence suddenly charged out of Keel's blind spot and ran him through with a sword.

Delight appeared on the Marine's face, then quickly froze.

Huh?

Keel turned around, his eyes open behind his sunglasses as he looked at the Marine in confusion, as though he didn't understand what the man had just done.

"How... is that possible...?"

The Marine could hardly believe it. He tightened his grip on his blade and slashed outward.

But he didn't feel a thing! It was as though he were facing a mass of air instead of a person.

Even after his blade left Keel's body, nothing happened. There was no problem at all, even though he really had slashed Keel!

Keel looked at the terror on the Marine's face and let out a leisurely sigh.

"This is the first time. Don't scare me like that."

Bang!

Keel blew the Marine's head apart with a shot.

Just as he was about to continue roaming the battlefield, he suddenly noticed an interesting scene not far away.

"What kind of ability is that? Answer me!"

"A wicked pirate! Just kill him!"

"No! Wait!"

"There's something worth looking into!"

Several Marines had taken down a pirate, but instead of killing him immediately, they were questioning him about something.

He was a very young man. Judging by the Reishi Bow he used, he was definitely a Quincy. Several Marines were beating him, and he looked to be in pretty bad shape.

"Want to know about the Quincy? Dream on!" Basard spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"Your arm and leg are already broken. If you're willing to talk, we can give you a quick death!" A Marine held his blade to Basard's neck.

Basard sat slumped on the ground, his left arm and left leg still bleeding, their muscles severed.

His forehead was covered in sweat. Looking at the Marines watching him coldly, he wasn't panicking in the least. On the contrary, he was frighteningly calm.

"Are you kidding me? If I fall here, how can I get that person to see me?!"

He suddenly opened his mouth and roared, an intangible force emanating from him.

The Marines jumped, but they were soon angered, taking him for a tough nut to crack.

Then something incredible happened!

A multitude of tiny particles of Reishi materialized, forming strips of cloth that wrapped around Basard and suddenly tightened like bandages.

Before the Marines' astonished eyes, Basard forced himself to his feet, even though his arm and leg were still bleeding.

How was that possible? Was this guy even human?!

Countless threadlike strands of Reishi intertwined, connecting the parts of Basard's body he couldn't move. A faint blue light radiated from them.

"A healing ability?" The Marine broke into a sweat.

"Hah!"

Basard sneered. "There's no such thing! You Marines wouldn't understand, would you? The will to keep fighting even when your body falls apart!"

He raised both hands and gathered Reishi, forming not a Reishi Bow this time, but two small crossbows.

He fired from both hands, shooting slender arrows in succession.

Two Marines failed to dodge in time and were killed on the spot.

Basard wasted no more words and engaged the other Marines. It could be called the second round.

The bravery he displayed surprised even Keel, who was watching from a distance. Even so, Keel had no intention of helping.

And while the battle of Hachinosu raged, far away at the end of the Grand Line...

"Damn! Hachinosu captured Marine Admiral Kong the Steel Bone alive? And they're going to execute him publicly? Is this a declaration of war against the Marines? They're going to have a decisive battle soon!"

On a desolate, godforsaken island, Roger's hands trembled as he held a newspaper, and he was on the verge of breaking down.

While he was still out sailing, they had already made earth-shaking big news. Apart from making the trip for nothing, he hadn't accomplished a thing.

Beside him, Rayleigh patted Roger on the shoulder, as if he were about to offer some words of comfort.

But Roger shoved Rayleigh away, tore the newspaper to shreds with both hands, and flung it hard into the air. Beneath the falling scraps of paper,

he raised his head and let out a woeful cry.

"Bakayaro!!!!"