The Celestial Dragons Descend, Dimon's One-Fifth

At that time, a group of pirates set fire to the Gray Terminal, and Luffy fell into their hands. Just as he was about to be killed, Ace, as Luffy's older brother, was filled with extreme anger and an obsession with protecting Luffy, and unconsciously activated the Conqueror's Haki within him.

"The initial stage of Conqueror's Haki is like this: it can only be unconsciously released based on emotional fluctuations..."

Dimon smiled as he looked at the many crew members beside Ace.

"This isn't the place to talk. Come with me, I'll buy you drinks."

Having said that, he turned and led the way.

Upon hearing that someone was treating them to drinks, the Spade crew members' attitudes changed drastically, and they all followed in Dimon's footsteps, eagerly engaging in conversation.

Dimon maintained a casual attitude, and the group chatted as they walked, quickly getting to know each other.

"My name is Mihal. I'm the sniper and navigator of the Spade Pirates. I used to be a teacher."

"Skull is skilled in intelligence gathering."

"I am Ganryu, the swordsman."

"Wallace, the catfish Fish-Man."

Everyone introduced themselves, and with so many names, Dimon couldn't possibly remember them all.

"Haha, don't make things difficult for him. Who can remember all of you at once? By the way... where's Mammon?" Ace, with his hands behind his head, followed beside him with a nonchalant air.

"Mammon joined the Navy and is now Vice Admiral."

Ace was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly remembered something, leaned close to Dimon, and whispered something to him.

"Mr. Zoro, you're actually Samael from the Seven Deadly Sins, right?" Ace chuckled.

"Last time on Sixis Island in the East Blue, you demonstrated the power to unleash flames during our sparring session. I later learned that it must have been the Logia Flame-Flame Fruit. And Samael, who appeared in the news, has the same ability as you!"

He put on an expression that said, "I'm a genius, I guessed right, didn't I?"

Hehe...

Dimon was speechless.

From Ace's perspective, it's easy to reach this conclusion.

"Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret!"

In the past, when he was weaker, Dimon would try to hide his strength, but now that his strength has increased, he is no longer so concerned about whether he is exposed or not.

He simply started cosplaying as Samael.

"That's right, Samael is my identity in The Seven Deadly Sins."

Upon hearing this, Ace wore an expression that said, "I knew it," finding the situation even more intriguing.

"What are the Seven Deadly Sins? We've been seeing news about you a lot lately."

Dimon raised an eyebrow and said with a half-smile:

"What, you want to join too?"

Chapter 181 The Celestial Dragons Descend to Earth, One-Fifth of Dimon

"I'm going to be the Pirate King, I won't join someone else's organization!"

A 17-year-old boy is at the height of his youthful vigor.

Dimon declined to comment on Ace's dream, he simply patted Ace on the shoulder.

"If you go to the New World, you'd better not even think about challenging Whitebeard."

"Why?"

"That old man..."

At this point, Dimon paused, remembering that Whitebeard had already lived a second life and could no longer be called an old man.

"Whitebeard of the Four Emperors, loves to adopt others as his sons. If you go, there will only be one outcome."

Ace was clearly not the type to listen to advice, which only fueled his competitive spirit.

Once he arrives in the New World, he plans to first meet Shanks, Four Emperors, and then challenge Whitebeard.

The man who once rivaled Roger for supremacy is now old, merely a remnant of the old era. Could he really be no match for an old man?

"Mr. Zoro, why don't you just join my Spade Pirates? Let's team up and take down Whitebeard!"

"..."

This guy's a complete rebel!

Dimon rolled his eyes at him. What kind of daydreams were these young men who had never been beaten?

With your skinny arms and legs, even a fart from that Whitebeard could kill you.

"If you really want to go after the Whitebeard Pirates, you might as well call me 'Pops' beforehand. I'll reluctantly acknowledge you as my son, and if you lose, I'll step in and save you."

"Huh? I won't lose!"

The group chatted casually and soon arrived at the door of a small bar.

Deuce looked up at the sign above the bar and murmured:

"Shakky's Rip-off Bar? Sounds like a rip-off."

The words had barely left his mouth when—BOOM!

A figure crashed through the bar door and was thrown out violently.

"Captain!"

"You bastard, what have you done to our captain!"

"You wretched woman, you've messed with the Barnes Pirates! You're finished! We'll capture you and sell you to human traffickers!"

Several more pirates filed out, one of whom roared loudly, though his voice was fierce.

Ace and the others stopped and watched as a tall woman walked out of the store.

Shakky, a thin cigarette dangling from her lips, spoke casually:

"You dare to come to my shop for drinks when you have no money? These pirates are getting bolder and bolder these days."

"Damn it, you're ripping me off! 100,000 Beli for a glass of wine?! Is that even drinkable?"

The pirate captain got up and glared angrily.

He suddenly saw Dimon, and a chill ran through him as he let out a strange cry:

"Bounty hunter Roronoa Zoro! Damn it, I knew it, this place was a trap set for pirates!"

In a panic, he scrambled away.

Dimon thought to himself, he seemed to vaguely remember this group of pirates; they were the group of guys reading newspapers that he had met at the restaurant before.

Seeing that the captain had run away, the underlings dared not utter any more threats and quickly disappeared.

"Seriously, are all pirates these days penniless?"

Shakky sighed helplessly, then looked at Dimon and the others, smiling and greeting them, "Little fan, it's you."

"I've already said, I'm not a fan, Ms. Shakky."

"Don't be shy, I have fans all over the world, there's nothing shameful about being my fan."

Shakky chuckled lightly, then looked at Ace and the others, and was momentarily stunned.

"Portokas D. Ace."

Do you know me?

When the shopkeeper immediately recognized his name, Ace looked surprised, then grinned and said, "My reputation has already spread to the Sabaody Archipelago?"

Shakky smiled meaningfully, her eyes deep.

"Please come in, the drinks are on me today."

Ace couldn't understand Shakky's expression, but Dimon could; he most likely knew Ace's background—the son of the Pirate King Roger.

In the oppressive era before the Great Pirate Era, Shakky was the protagonist of that era, and Roger was one of her suitors.

Now that she has met her suitor's son, Shakky finds it quite amusing.

Dimon didn't reveal the connection, and went into the small bar first.

The bar had a quiet and elegant atmosphere, but the facilities were old. There was a bamboo recliner near the door, but no one was sitting on it.

"I don't see Mr. Rayleigh."

"He... went out to fool around, said he wanted to chat with a friend."

Rayleigh's friend?

Dimon couldn't immediately guess who it could be, so he walked to the bar and sat down.

Ace followed as well.

"Rayleigh? I feel like I've heard that name somewhere before."

"Hehe, if he were here, he'd probably be very happy."

Shakky walked behind the bar, rested her elbow on the table, propped her chin on her hand, and asked with interest, "Little Ace, what would you like to drink?"

On the other side.

GR No. 66, Navy G-12 Branch.

The long queues are still forming, with even more people signing up for the World Military Draft than yesterday.

However, very few people passed the test and received the qualified silver coin.

At this moment, inside the base building opposite the training ground, the base commander, who had rushed back, was entertaining three Admiral Candidate.

Are the assessment criteria you set too difficult?

Gion stood by the window, turning her gaze away from the training ground.

The base commander, Headquarters Vice Admiral in his forties or fifties, simply smiled upon hearing this.

"Vice Admiral Momousagi, the Sabaody Archipelago is different from other places. It's a gathering place for many skilled fighters year-round. If we lower the standards, many more people will pass."

How many people have qualified so far?

"About 20 people."

As they were talking, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang. The base commander paused for a moment, then took out his Den Den Mushi and answered it in front of him.

"Vice Admiral Loire, important intelligence from the Lawless Area: Spade Pirates captain, the Supernovas Portgas D. Ace, has landed on GR 11!"

"He's just a Supernovas. It's a crucial time for World Military Draft right now; we don't need to worry about him."

Without explicit instructions from above, Loire had absolutely no interest in the so-called Supernovas.

Among these pirates who managed to amass bounties exceeding 100 million in the first half of the Grand Line, there were quite a few extremely troublesome individuals.

Not long ago, Vice Admiral Hyuga suffered a setback with a Supernovas and remains missing and his fate is unknown.

After hanging up, the Den Den Mushi rang again, Loire answered it impatiently.

"I told you, he's just a Supernovas, there's no need to..."

"It's me."

The Den Den Mushi perfectly mimicked the voice of the person on the other end—an elderly man.

Loire was jolted.

"Commander-in-Chief!"

"I just received intelligence that Porthos D. Ace has landed on Sabaody Archipelago."

"Yes, I just found out too."

Loire's mind raced as he pondered how to respond. A mere Supernovas had attracted the attention of the entire army's commander-in-chief—was there something he didn't know?

"I'm just about to arrange for someone to handle this..."