Sorbet Kingdom, Eastern Sea.
The black-red Haki that had been tearing through the sky finally ceased after a full day. Fujitora Issho leaned against the mast and let out a long sigh of relief.
After closing his eyes, Fujitora was able to eat and sleep like a normal person, relying entirely on his excellent Observation Haki to perceive everything around him.
Over the years, he had long since grown accustomed to this.
Until yesterday... after his Observation Haki was shielded, it was as if he had been plunged into total darkness.
Fortunately, it had finally recovered now.
Through his Observation Haki perception, Fujitora gained a preliminary understanding of the Captain's current state: the person was fine, and the raging flames Burning on his body had all converged on his back—forming a pair of wings composed entirely of crimson flames.
Fujitora Issho finally understood why the Morning Star Pirates' jolly roger was a mass of flames; the ring around the flames was clearly the wings behind the Captain.
Pirate Flag Emblem
This situation had completely confirmed it: Captain Beelzebul Seven is a member of the Lunarian Tribe.
Inside the Captain's cabin.
Seven had a very, very long dream. In the dream, he lit fires to cook food for primitive people, keep them warm, and drive away wild beasts... the primitive humans worshipped him as a god.
For primitive humans, fire was a fundamental survival revolution and a civilizational catalyst, completely reshaping human survival methods, social structures, and evolutionary paths.
Heated cooked food was easier to chew and digest, significantly improving nutrient absorption efficiency and accelerating brain development.
Fire provided a stable heat source, allowing humans to migrate to and settle in cold regions, greatly expanding their living space.
It was also the most effective defensive weapon at night and in caves, driving away fierce beasts and ensuring the safety of the tribe.
The gears of human society accelerated boisterously from then on.
Until one day, those once-devout believers who had knelt and bowed quietly aimed their sharpened slaughtering knives at their god.
The Lunarian Tribe, deceased.
After sleeping soundly for a full twenty-four hours, Seven finally opened his eyelids, his eyes filled with sorrow from the unfamiliar memories.
After a moment of recovery, Seven rubbed his brow.
"Well, that's a sad story."
Almost in the next second, those sorrowful eyes instantly became clear and yet foolishly simple.
Although his physical bloodline had been remodeled into that of the Lunarian Tribe, Seven's essence was still a human soul, a high-and-mighty transmigrator.
He was a transmigrator who once viewed everything in the Pirate world as mere paper-thin characters.
Naturally, he would not be affected by hatred.
If he encountered descendants of the Lunarian Tribe in the future, Seven wouldn't mind providing them with protection; even overthrowing the World Government could be begrudgingly counted as revenge.
As for restoring the glory of the Lunarian Tribe?
It's better to wait until everything settles down and just have many big, chubby sons.
As for the matter of mixed bloodlines, Seven didn't care at all. He didn't even know who his parents were in this life, so why would he care about a mere mixed bloodline?
In the face of absolute strength, everything seems so insignificant.
So-called glory is nothing but a pile of empty names.
Without sufficient power, no matter how brilliant the past, it's just a passing cloud; no matter how pure the bloodline, it will become a laughingstock to be slaughtered at will.
Only with great strength can one gain a firm foothold in this sea where the weak are prey to the strong, and live as one pleases.
Taking clothes from the system space and putting them on, the flame wings behind Seven's back vibrated slightly, and he shot through the sky like an arrow from a bow.
The crimson flame light trailed a short and dazzling wake, and in the blink of an eye, he dropped from the sky onto the deck.
The completion of the Lunarian Tribe bloodline modification made Seven a master of fire; generating and controlling fire seemed to be an instinct carved into his Lineage Factors.
This led Seven to reflect—
"No wonder the Mera Mera no Mi has such a bad reputation."
Think about it, after finally obtaining the rare Logia Mera Mera no Mi, you eat it only to find out: damn, everyone knows how to play with fire.
Even Straw Hat Luffy's rubber fruit can use Red Hawk; who can you even argue with about that?
Not to mention those Mythical Zoan Devil Fruits, which can not only play with fire, wind, and electricity... but also strengthen the body to gain a monster-like physique.
What's even more outrageous is that someone like Sanji, who hasn't eaten a Devil Fruit, is also extremely good at playing with fire.
Not to mention the Lunarian Tribe, who are naturally kings who control fire.
It's as if it gives people an illusion: whether you eat the Mera Mera no Mi or not, playing with fire is just like Armament Haki—everyone in the New World can do it.
The moment the flame wings on his back retracted and extinguished, Seven stumbled as soon as he stepped forward—a bloodline characteristic of the Lunarian Tribe: when the flames are out, speed increases by one hundred percent.
"This boost is simply ridiculous."
Even without using the power of the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, relying solely on the bloodline buff, he could achieve a movement as swift as a sword leaving its sheath, with the shadow following the blade in the future.
The only regret was that the two enhancement states were naturally contradictory and could not be held simultaneously.
In future battles, Seven must perfectly time the switch between the 100% defense boost when the flames are Burning and the 100% speed boost after the flames are extinguished.
The flying cloak that Seven had previously cherished as a treasure would, in the future, serve more to prevent his flame wings from turning his clothes to ash, besides saving stamina.
Noticing Mihawk and Fujitora's gazes converging on him, Seven did a little bear-shrug.
"Remember to keep this a secret for me."
Everyone has their own secrets, and Seven didn't want to reveal too much. Mihawk and Fujitora chose to respect their Captain's personal privacy.
"I'm starving," Seven clamored.
"I'm going to cook."
As if nothing had happened, the east blue emperor set sail again, heading towards the capital of the Sorbet Kingdom.
Only little Robin and her mother seemed to have slept for too long, unable to fall asleep at night... West Blue, the ruins of Ohara.
After negotiating the cooperation terms with Vegapunk, Dragon watched his partner's figure disappear. Just as he was about to leave, the den den mushi in his pocket suddenly vibrated.
"Dragon, come back quickly and go to the Sorbet Kingdom with me. I can't get in touch with Kuma and Ginny; they might be in trouble."
Dragon nodded and replied, "We'll meet in the South Blue."
Dragon knew about Kuma and Ginny.
Sixteen years ago, the two of them, along with Ivankov, had escaped the clutches of the Celestial Dragons from God Valley and then returned to the Sorbet Kingdom to live in seclusion.
According to Ivankov's previous description, Kuma was exactly the kind of warrior the Self-Brave Army needed most—a warrior who could win battles.
And Ginny was an expert in eavesdropping and communication, arguably a top-tier talent on the sea.
Sixteen years ago, when the Celestial Dragons were about to hold a Hunting Competition in God Valley, the outside world was unaware of this news.
It was Ginny who, through a stolen den den mushi and her eavesdropping ability, learned about the prizes of the competition and leaked the information about God Valley island to the outside world two weeks before the competition began.
That was how the Roger Pirates and the Rocks Pirates were able to rush to God Valley.
Thinking of this, Dragon's eyes grew increasingly fervent, wishing he could arrive in the South Blue immediately to invite Kuma and Ginny to join the Self-Brave Army.
What is the scarcest thing on the sea!
Talent, talent, and damn more talent.
"I need to get there quickly!"