Long Time No See, Ace

"The other one is Chaton... Rumor has it that when this guy first joined the Navy, he single-handedly wiped out a pirate crew with a total bounty of over 2 billion, and became Admiral Candidate in no time."

Who is the third person?

Mammon is not well-known and is little known to the outside world.

Upon learning of the arrival of the three Admiral Candidates, the colonel in charge of maintaining order during registration immediately went to greet them and respectfully saluted:

"Vice Admiral Momousagi, Tokikake Vice Admiral Kakei, Vice Admiral Mammon, welcome to G-12 Branch. The base commander is currently not on the island."

"We're just here to participate in the selection process; we don't need any special treatment."

Momousagi had no intention of using her privileges. After greeting everyone, she voluntarily walked to the back of the line.

Seeing this, Tokikake shrugged and followed.

"Do everything according to the rules," Mammon ordered, then joined the queue.

Halfway there, he paused, then spotted his master at the back of the line.

Dimon smiled slightly and then looked away.

Rainer, who was in front of him, curled his lip and said:

"The Navy just does some superficial stuff, even Admiral Candidates are running... Doesn't that take up one of the 10 spots? Why not just send them straight to the third round?"

"Your goal is to Admiral?"

Dimon was full of surprise.

The World Military Draft recruitment isn't just for Admirals; anyone who performs well has a chance to join the navy. Only those aiming for Admiral status need to enter the third round to compete for the final spot.

Rainer scratched his head, then realized what he meant and chuckled awkwardly:

"That's true."

More than an hour later, the number of people at the front of the queue finally dwindled to single digits.

When it was Rainer's turn, the recruitment officer, sitting behind his desk, handed him a piece of paper without looking up.

"Fill out the form, then go inside. The pen is next to you."

Concise and to the point, without uttering a single superfluous word.

Rainer didn't care, picked up a pen and quickly wrote down his personal information, then walked into the Marine Base with high morale.

"Next."

Dimon finally reached the front of the line and picked up the registration form on the table, glancing at it.

There was no complicated information gathering; they only asked for my name, age, past combat record, and why I wanted to join the Navy.

Dimon picked up his pen and casually wrote down a passage.

Name: Roronoa Zoro

Age: 23

Record: He captured the Supernovas pirate Bururuku as a bounty hunter.

Why did I join the Navy? I heard the Navy offers higher rewards for capturing pirates.

After completing the application, return the application form to the examiner.

He glanced at it briefly, his expression becoming subtle. The reason of joining the navy to earn money was truly rare.

"It's you, Mr. Zoro. Please come in."

Dimon recognized the man; this captain was the one who paid the money when he captured the Supernovas Bururuku.

"It's nice to see you again, Captain."

After a casual greeting, Dimon entered the Marine Base, where a marine guided him to the training grounds.

There were some testing facilities set up inside, but I didn't see anyone who had come in before, Rainer was nowhere to be seen either.

"No need to look anymore. Most of the people ahead of you have already been eliminated. Even if they pass, they'll leave through the east gate."

The speaker, wearing a naval cloak of justice, was a high-ranking officer.

He stood to the side with his arms crossed and said:

"I see you have a sword at your waist, are you a swordsman? The swordsman test is simple. See that Tekkai in the arena? Cut it with your sword, and you'll pass."

Dimon followed his gaze and saw a huge Tekkai block placed in the very center.

There were many pale white marks on the Tekkai, presumably left by previous candidates.

"Slice through iron? That's an ability only swordsmen possess."

"Of course, where do you think this is?" The officer in charge of the assessment laughed. "This is the Sabaody Archipelago, and the assessment standards here are different from other places."

He paused, then waved his hand impatiently, "Hurry up, there's no need to waste time if you can't do it."

Upon hearing this, Dimon slowly drew the Jijue from his waist.

He knew nothing about swordsmanship, but a mere piece of steel was no match for absolute power.

Sizzle!

Armament Haki coiled around the blade, and streaks of black lightning flashed continuously.

The next instant, a flash of sword light appeared, and the Crescent Moon Slash of the Contract instantly sliced the huge Tekkai in the arena into two pieces.

Boom!

The slash continued unabated, rushing into the martial arts arena and tearing apart the base walls in the distance.

Upon seeing this, the officer's expression changed. He rushed to the Tekkai and carefully observed the power of the strike.

"Haki?!"

He turned his head abruptly, looking at Dimon with an expression as if he were looking at a monster, his lips twitching slightly.

This guy doesn't know any swordsmanship at all; he just relies on his powerful Haki to throw bricks.

A true swordsman's cut on Tekkai is as smooth as a mirror, while the cut made by a Haki, domineering brick is completely different, as if the Tekkai has been torn in two by brute force.

Does this count as approved?

"Calculate."

The officer took a deep breath, his expression helpless. "I never expected someone who possesses Haki would impersonate a swordsman."

Moreover, it wasn't just at the level of having just mastered Haki; it was already a very strong Armament Haki. From his perspective, he couldn't discern exactly how strong it was.

Dimon didn't care whether it passed or not; he was just bored and came to see what was going on.

His gaze swept over the various assessment facilities in the training ground, and he casually asked:

"If you're not a swordsman, what kind of test will you be given?"

"Sniper skills are tested; those with great strength can try lifting a one-ton hammer... We've prepared various methods, and if none are satisfactory, you can choose real combat."

This is a talent that everyone wants; as long as you have exceptional skills in some area, you have a chance to pass... Dimon also thinks this method is good.

"For you."

At this moment, the officer tossed a coin over. "This is proof of passing the assessment. Come back in two weeks. At that time, all those who pass the assessment will compete to select the top ten and advance to the next round."

He paused, then, fearing that Dimon might misunderstand, patiently explained, "Don't worry, even if you don't advance to the next round, you can still join the Navy. 'Swordsmen' who have mastered Haki are rare indeed."

He deliberately emphasized the word "heavy swordsman" as a joke.

Bite!

Dimon flicked his thumb, sending the coin flying high into the air, where he caught it.

"Well then, goodbye."

Whether he'll come back to join the fun in another two weeks, even Dimon himself doesn't know. He probably won't; he has no interest in actually joining the Navy.

"Wait, swordsman, where did you learn Haki? In the first half of the Grand Line, people who know Haki are very rare."

"Does Haki need to be learned? Isn't it something you're born with?"

Leaving behind a sarcastic remark, Dimon turned and left, leaving only the examining officers standing there dumbfounded, questioning their existence.

Late at night.

Zone No. 13.

A wave of darkness swept into the living room from outside the window.

Mammon knelt on one knee and greeted them respectfully:

"Owner."

"You've arrived. Thank you for turning this blood of the Overlord into the Longevity Wine."

Dimon sat upright on the sofa, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, and took an elegant sip.

"Yes!"

Mammon nodded and immediately followed the instructions.

This time, six portions of Overlord's Blood were prepared, each from—

Donquixote Doflamingo, Shichibukai.

Boya Hancock, Shichibukai.

Kaido's daughter, Yamato.

Silvers Rayleigh, the right-hand man of the Pirate King.

Harald, the Giant King.

Loki, the giant prince.

The six portions of blood were preserved separately, with Harald's and Loki's blood being the largest, each containing over 500 liters, requiring more than a dozen barrels to hold.

Moments later, Mammon transformed all the Overlord's blood into Longevity Wine.

"You've worked hard, you can go back now."

"Yes, Master."

Mammon stood up, hesitated for a moment, and then couldn't help but ask, "Regarding the matter of vying for the position of Admiral, Master, I might reveal my true strength..."

"It's alright, I grant permission."

"Yes!"

Mammon was relieved and immediately transformed into a black bat, flying out the window and disappearing into the night.

After he left, Dimon stood up and released a teleportation array with a wave of his hand.

With a flash of golden light, the person and the wine vanished from the room.

When he reappeared, Dimon had arrived in the endless desert of Alabasta.

"Six portions of the Overlord Edition Longevity Wine... My Conqueror's Haki is likely to receive an unprecedented boost. To be on the safe side, it's best to find a secluded place."

While pondering, Dimon first drank the "Empress Hancock" Longevity Wine.

Boom!!

As the liquor entered his throat, black and red Inazuma erupted uncontrollably.

A terrifying Conqueror's Haki swept across the entire desert, spreading like a Conqueror's Haki as its color rapidly changed from blackish-red to blood red.

Inazuma of blood-red, Conqueror's Haki twisted and roared wildly in the air like a swarm of snakes.

The earth was torn apart, and the desert was swept away.

Chapter 179 Sashi Buridana, Ace

"This outburst was incredibly powerful!"

Dimon tried his best to suppress his Conqueror's Haki, but with little success.

The Overlord Edition of the Longevity Wine, made with the blood of Empress Hancock, contains the Empress's own will to rule.