Marine Headquarters, Marineford.
Fleet Admiral's Office.
Before and after the Ohara Buster Call, the Marine top brass underwent a series of personnel changes, finally forming a stable structure of one Fleet Admiral and three Admirals.
Former Marine Headquarters Vice Admiral Borsalino was promoted to Admiral for rescuing the Celestial Dragon Saint Elaine, with the code name: Kizaru.
Former Marine Headquarters Vice Admiral Sakazuki was promoted to Admiral for executing the Ohara Buster Call, with the code name: Akainu.
Former Marine Headquarters Vice Admiral Kuzan was promoted to Admiral for executing the Ohara Buster Call, with the code name: Aokiji.
The appointment of the three Admirals should have been a gratifying and joyous occasion, but Marine Fleet Admiral Sengoku was filled with confusion after receiving a phone call.
"What are they doing in the Sorbet Kingdom?"
Regardless, the movements of dangerous elements like the Morning Star Pirates must be monitored. Sengoku thought for a moment and replied.
"Be sure to stay calm. Just keep an eye on the Morning Star Pirates' movements; do not get into a conflict with them."
In the Great Pirate Era, the Marines cannot focus all their attention on the Morning Star Pirates, who have only three crew members. Large-scale pirate groups like the Whitebeard Pirates are the main focus of the Marines.
Furthermore, the Four Seas are the Marines' territory.
As a former member of the Roger Pirates, how could Beelzebul not understand this? This is also why the great pirates are all in the second half of the Grand Line.
Bang~
The office door was suddenly kicked open, startling the still-contemplating Sengoku. Seeing the visitor helping himself to snacks, Sengoku's anger flared up instantly.
"You bastard, Garp!!!"
Garp glanced at his old partner: "Who upset you?"
Having worked together for many years, Garp was all too familiar with his old partner's habits. Normally, Sengoku would have yelled: Garp, leave some for me!
An abnormal situation like this meant he must be fuming over something.
"Beelzebul went to the Sorbet Kingdom."
"South Blue?" Garp grinned. "I'll take a trip to the South Blue and meet that brat from Roger's ship."
Sengoku hesitated for a moment and nodded. Although Garp had many flaws, the justice he held in his heart was beyond question.
"Remember to take your annual leave for this year."
Sengoku had concluded that Garp had a grandson through observation. Starting about last year, Garp would buy a pile of children's toys every so often and send them back to his hometown, Foosha Village.
The reason he hadn't brought it up was that Garp's son, Dragon, was once a member of the Marines but had now become the leader of the Self-Brave Army.
"When are you leaving?"
Before the words even landed, Garp had already grabbed a pile of snacks: "Leaving right now. My Iron Fist is already itching for action."
"We can't let that brat from Roger's ship turn this sea upside down. He must be locked in Impel Down as soon as possible."
After Roger's death, Garp had experienced a period of life without a goal, which felt empty and lonely. Beelzebul was the new target Garp had chosen for himself after Roger... Sorbet Kingdom, Eastern Sea Area.
east blue emperor.
Seven was sitting at the bow, thinking about how to solve the Sorbet Kingdom's current dilemma.
If it weren't for the sake of inviting Kuma and Ginny to join the crew, he wouldn't have bothered.
But there was no choice; every crew member was a living person with their own independent consciousness.
Seven wasn't some human-shaped succubus who could just stand there and have crew members kowtow and worship him, shouting:
"Please, let me join the ship! If you don't let me join, how will I live?"
Overthrowing the current King Bekori's rule was easy, but what about after the overthrow?
Seven's current plan was to charge into the palace, "physically purify" the rulers including King Bekori, and then support the previous King Bulldog to take power.
During Bulldog's reign: The Sorbet Kingdom was spiritually rich but suffered from poverty.
During Bekori's reign: The nobles in the north of the Sorbet Kingdom lived luxuriously, while the southern countryside faced high-pressure rule, and citizens could lose their lives at any moment.
Being poor is better than being dead.
"Ding! Your consigned item: Blazing-Blazing Fruit has been purchased by a Valoran user. You have gained 54,000 points. Point balance: 54,070."
Seven gasped.
"Valoran... another rich guy on the platform."
[Compared to these rich guys, I'm practically dirt poor. I'm a disgrace to transmigrators.]
Having enough points to buy the Lunarian Tribe bloodline, Seven immediately thought of a reason to invite Kuma and Ginny on board.
"Come, Brother Kuma."
"You are a descendant of the near-extinct Baccania Tribe, and I am a descendant of the soon-to-be-extinct Lunarian Tribe. Let's overthrow the World Government together."
Rising and flashing into the Captain's quarters, Seven opened the mall's direct sales interface.
[Lunarian Tribe Bloodline: 50,000 points. A certain part of your body will emit fire. When the fire is Burning, Defense +100%. When the fire is extinguished, Speed +100%. Gain the ability to generate and control flames...]
An excited heart, trembling hands.
Following Big Eater, Innate Divine Strength, and Iron Balloon, the Lunarian Tribe bloodline was about to make Seven a being without any flaws.
Resilience, physical fitness, bloodline Talents... everything pushed to the top-tier configuration.
Even more important was the adaptability to extreme environments; even if he fell into the deep sea in the future, he wouldn't fear drowning.
And the Lunarian talent for generating and controlling flames was equivalent to consuming an extra Mera Mera no Mi on top of the Rumble-Rumble Fruit.
"Purchase Lunarian Tribe bloodline."
"Ding! Purchase successful. Your bloodline is about to be modified. Estimated time: 24 hours. Friendly reminder: Bloodline modification will be accompanied by immense pain..."
"Countdown: 3... 2..."
Seven muttered dismissively.
"Mere pain... AHHH!!!"
A piercing pain struck suddenly, and Seven's vision went black as he fainted. With his body as the center, red and black Haki tore through the sky, expanding 360 degrees in all directions.
On the east blue emperor, Nico Robin, Nico Olvia, and two Ohara scholars, who were chatting in the open-air banquet hall, collapsed and fell asleep instantly.
Fish in the nearby waters turned belly-up and floated from the deep sea to the surface.
Fujitora Issho stood up abruptly, gripping his blind cane, gamblers fireline: "Mr. Mihawk, my Observation Haki cannot sense the surroundings."
"Don't move, I'll go check."
Mihawk quickly released the helm and jumped directly from the deck to the Captain's quarters at the stern.
He saw Seven floating unconsciously in mid-air, his body engulfed in blazing flames. Except for his black cloak, his clothes had long since burned to ashes.
"Mr. Mihawk? The Captain?"
Mihawk frowned, unsure how to describe it, so he went downstairs to bring Fujitora Issho over and began describing Seven's situation.
"The Captain is wrapped in flames, but those flames aren't causing any DMG to his body. I guess... perhaps they are flames he generated himself."
Fujitora Issho tilted his ear: "What color is the Captain's hair?"
Mihawk was slightly surprised: "White."
"White?" Fujitora's expression turned solemn, as if lost in memory: "The Captain shouldn't have wings on his back, right?"
During their time together, Fujitora had sensed Seven's general height and physique with Observation Haki and had never found wings on his back.
"No wings." Mihawk was extremely confused.
Flames all over, hair color, wings on the back—Fujitora asking about these things suggested he knew something.
After a moment of thought, Fujitora spoke slowly.
"When I was young, I saw a race similar to the Captain in the ancient texts of the Tsang Kingdom's palace, but they should have a pair of wings on their back."
Mihawk narrowed his eyes, staring at Seven's back for a moment, and made a new discovery.
"The trajectory of those Burning flames is somewhat blurry; they look like wings made of fire."
Hearing this, Fujitora's brow relaxed.
"If I'm not mistaken, the Captain should be of the Lunarian Tribe... once known as gods."
"God?"