Fate Is Fickle, the Miserable Sabaody Archipelago Branch!
Upon hearing this, Ivan glanced at Garp, who was standing to the side, without making it obvious.
That one glance sent Garp into a frenzy.
He abruptly put down the rice cracker, glared at it, and snapped, "Hey kid, what are you looking at?"
"It's nothing." Ivan calmly withdrew his gaze.
Garp knew what Ivan was worried about, and immediately instructed in a deep voice, "I'm warning you, if you run into that brat Luffy, don't hold back, teach him a lesson for me!"
Ivan silently rolled his eyes.
Lesson?
If Luffy all out, you'll be the first to object!
On the surface, Ivan remained composed and respectfully replied, "Understood, I will fulfill my duties and complete the mission."
A few days later, the sky was clear and blue, and the sea breeze, carrying the faint scent of resin, swept across the sea.
The Orange continued at full speed until it finally caught sight of the fantastical archipelago enveloped in layers of transparent bubbles on the distant horizon.
That was the gateway to the New World, the Sabaody Archipelago!
Not long after, the Orange slowly entered the harbor, gently approached the shore, and steadily docked at Grove 66.
This is the location of the Sabaody Archipelago Marine Branch base, and also where Ivan will be serving for the foreseeable future.
He will remain here until the Worst Generation is gone or successfully captured.
Ivan, dressed in a crisp Marine Vice Admiral uniform, followed by a group of well-trained men, stepped ashore and headed towards the Marine Base not far away.
However, during the journey, he keenly noticed that the way the surrounding residents were looking at them was a little strange.
Those gazes held no reverence for the navy whatsoever; instead, they concealed a hint of mockery and schadenfreude, as if watching a good show about to unfold.
Something's wrong. Could something have happened to the Marine Base in the Sabaody Archipelago?
Sure enough, as soon as he approached the base's perimeter, the scene before him made the veins on his forehead throb and his face darken.
Where is this a legitimate Marine Branch?
There were only a few dilapidated wooden houses in front of me, without even a proper wall, so run-down they looked like ruins.
Inside the wooden cabin, several thin marines huddled in a corner, trembling, their faces filled with fear and helplessness.
In the open space in front of the wooden house, a burly pirate with a full Beard was holding a wine jar in one hand, taunting the house. "Hahaha, you bunch of useless marines, weren't you always clamoring to capture me?"
Now that I've delivered myself right to your doorstep, why are you all cowering inside, too afraid to come out?
A cold glint flashed in Ivan's eyes; he understood.
Since the Marine Base in the Sabaody Archipelago was completely destroyed by the Shadow Garden, the Navy's control over the archipelago has plummeted.
More importantly, the Shadow Garden's intimidating power is such that, apart from the low-ranking marines with no connections, no other navy personnel with influence are willing to serve in this dangerous place.
Months have passed, and the naval forces here have still not recovered and are practically useless.
The pirates had already figured out the details, and those scum who had long harbored resentment towards the Navy took this opportunity to frequently come to the base to cause trouble and vent their anger.
The Beard pirate in front of us is one of them.
Lost in his arrogance, he was completely unaware of Ivan and his group's arrival, still roaring at the top of his lungs, "Hahaha, you cowardly wimps, get out here! Today I'll show you what my Beard man is all about!"
The Beard, caught up in his excitement, was completely unaware of Ivan and his group's arrival.
However, his men noticed Ivan and his group not far away.
At first, the pirates weren't too panicked.
They were confident in their strength, believing that ordinary navy personnel couldn't do anything to them, and even if they couldn't win, they could escape smoothly.
But when their gazes fell on Ivan, who was in the lead, they froze on the spot, their arrogance vanishing instantly, replaced by unbelievable terror.
They scrutinized Ivan again and again, confirming his identity repeatedly, until finally their faces turned ashen and they began to tremble.
One of the henchmen could no longer contain himself. He hurriedly tugged at the collar of the Beard's shirt and stammered, "Boss... Boss, the navy is coming! We... we have to go!"
Get lost and stop bothering me!
The Beard, caught off guard, was abruptly interrupted. He immediately flung his subordinate's hand away in a rage, his tone fierce, completely oblivious to the danger.
The subordinates were in a state of panic.
The subordinate wanted to persuade him further, but just then, a sharp white slash suddenly tore through the air and instantly swept past his body.
Without a sound, the pirate's body was neatly cleaved in two, blood gushing out and splattering all over the Beard's face.
Warm blood slid down his cheeks, the Beard's laughter stopped abruptly, and he instantly regained consciousness, a chill running from his feet to the top of his head.
The slash had just grazed his cheek, and he could clearly feel its earth-shattering aura.
If he were hit head-on by this slash, he wouldn't even have a chance to react and would suffer the same fate as his subordinates.
"Oh, the Beard, is it?" A calm voice drifted over. Ivan stepped forward, his gaze indifferent. "You just said you wanted to teach the Navy a lesson?"
The Beard shuddered and quickly looked around. He then realized that all his men had already fallen into pools of blood, dead, leaving him standing alone.
When his gaze fell on Ivan's face again, his pupils contracted sharply, and he exclaimed in a trembling voice, "White— White Dove, you are Vice Admiral White Dove!"
The Beard's legs went weak, and he knelt down without hesitation, kowtowing repeatedly and begging for mercy incoherently. "Vice Admiral White Dove, spare my life! I-I was drunk and confused for a moment, that's why I dared to talk nonsense here!"
The navy is the organization I admire most in my life, and you are the person I respect most. Please spare my life, I will never dare to do it again!
Ivan glanced at him and said indifferently, "How boring."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and unleashed another fierce Flying Slash that instantly pierced through the Beard's chest.
The fear in the Beard's eyes froze, and his body went limp, lifeless.
Only when the Beard's body fell to the ground did the marines cautiously peek out from the corner of the cabin. After a moment of stunned silence upon seeing the scene before them, they burst into excited shouts, "It's Vice Admiral White Dove Vice Admiral White Dove! Long live Vice Admiral White Dove!"
Ivan nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the dilapidated base and the thin marines. He sighed helplessly. He was the one who destroyed the Sabaody Archipelago base back then, but now he had to clean up this mess.
It must be said, fate is truly unpredictable.
Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, Ivan snapped his fingers.