Chapter 1: Soros – Carlo
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Sea Circle Calendar, Year 1478.
Six years before the God Valley Incident.
Sabaody.
A dark green-painted warship slipped into the port of Grove 66 without disturbing the island's residents.
A burly man with a mohawk-like crest and a white Justice coat draped behind him stepped off the warship with a stern expression.
The commander of the Sabaody Marine base, who had long been waiting at the port, immediately led a group of officers forward, greeted him respectfully, and raised a hand in salute.
"Admiral Kong, welcome to Sabaody—"
Before the Marine commodore could finish, the man addressed as Admiral Kong cut him off.
"Enough. Tell me—where is that brat Carlo?"
Hearing the impatience in his superior's voice, the commodore jolted and quickly answered, "He seems to have gone to the bubble amusement park…"
"Amusement park?"
Kong's eye twitched. "That bastard kid actually skipped Headquarters training and came to Sabaody to wander around an amusement park. I've been looking for him for ages and couldn't find him…"
"Take me there. Now!"
"Yes, sir!"
A few minutes later, Grove 33, Bubble Park.
Kong looked at the building in front of him, decorated into a pink heart shape and surrounded by all kinds of flowers.
And at the entrance, more than a dozen lightly dressed women kept striking coquettish poses at the pedestrians around them.
Several black lines instantly fell across Kong's forehead.
He glared at the embarrassed commodore behind him.
"This is the amusement park you were talking about?"
"What kind of amusement park is this?"
"This is a pleasure district!"
The commodore naturally didn't dare talk back.
But inside he muttered, "An amusement park having a pleasure district is normal, isn't it? At the end of the day, both are meant to make people happy…"
"Carlo, that bastard…"
"This is outrageous!"
"So young, and he's already willingly fallen into depravity, fooling around in a hellhole like this!"
"If I don't get a grip on him, this kid will go completely out of control!"
Kong's anger surged as he strode toward the heart-shaped building.
Seeing this thick-muscled, powerfully built man—fierce beyond reason—coming straight at them, the women at the door lit up and swarmed over.
"Oh my, Mr. Marine officer, is it your first time here?"
"Want me to introduce our signature services?"
"You look so strong~ Your muscles… they're really huge."
Kong's forward momentum was immediately interrupted by this flock of flirtatious women.
"I—I'm not here to play… I'm here to find someone!"
Kong looked a bit disheveled. He directly used Soru from the Six Powers to finally break free and flash inside.
Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, Kong's face slightly flushed as he let out a long breath.
Too terrifying.
Those women outside were bold in a way that wasn't normal.
They actually started touching and grabbing at him the moment they met.
And they did it in front of his Marine subordinates.
They made him lose all face!
"This is outrageous!"
It was all Carlo's fault!
If not for that kid, why would he, an admiral of the Marines, come to a red-light place like this?
Thinking of that, Kong lost patience and directly spread out his Observation Haki, searching the entire building for Carlo's life presence.
Hum!
A point of red light flared in his eyes, and his powerful Observation Haki expanded outward, sensing the entire amusement park, including the pleasure district.
"Found him!"
In just an instant, Kong locked onto a certain room deep down the corridor and ground his teeth as he walked over.
He arrived at the door and saw the sign hanging on it that read No Entry.
And from inside the room, bell-like laughter kept spilling out.
His anger only grew.
Women!
More than one!
Carlo, that kid…
He really knows how to play around!
Kong took a deep breath, forced down his rage, and was about to push the door open.
Then he suddenly heard a lazy voice from inside.
"Uncle Kong, I advise you not to do that."
"At this moment, it's not really suitable for the two of us to meet. It'll be awkward for both of us."
"How about you wait outside for a bit? I'll come out right away. It'll be quick—just… a few minutes."
"What did you say?" Kong froze.
Then the corners of his mouth twitched, the grind of his back teeth bulging in his cheeks, and veins popped across his forehead.
"Carlo! What the hell are you saying, you bastard!"
"Not suitable to meet… do you think you're doing something great in there?!"
He didn't even bother turning the handle. Furious, he kicked the door.
With a loud bang, the door flew open.
Kong charged in with bulging eyes, still roaring.
"You're skipping the officer training course at Marineford! A Marine major, cutting class and coming to a place like this to mess around!"
"Do you know what kind of stain this self-degrading behavior will put on your Marine career?"
"You're wasting your talent!"
"You're ruining your future!"
"Can you face your dead father?"
"You—!"
But when Kong saw the scene inside, his roar cut off abruptly.
His mouth hung open like a hippopotamus's, and he stood there dumbfounded.
The room was filled with extravagantly luxurious decorations.
A floor laid with bear hide and mink fur sank downward, carved out into a hot spring pool with a diameter of twenty to thirty meters.
Mist curled over the pool as steam rose.
A young man with short white hair like steel needles, a resolute face but lazy eyes, lounged comfortably in the water, soaking in the hot spring.
His body was abnormally large.
At least over three meters tall.
His bronze-toned muscles were covered in scars of all sizes, creating an indescribable visual impact.
Four fair-skinned, beautiful women with graceful figures were gathered around the white-haired young man.
One was massaging his shoulders.
One was rubbing his legs.
One was feeding him fruit.
And one was…
No. None of that was the point!
The point was the faces of these women…
Staring at those four familiar, gorgeous faces, Kong's eyes nearly popped out.
He finally understood why Carlo had advised him not to come in.
Why Carlo had said it would be awkward if they met.
Earlier, Kong didn't believe it.
Now, he did.
Kong had never, in his life, wanted the power to turn back time as much as he did at this moment.
Because then he could go back to a few minutes ago.
He could leave immediately and avoid seeing these women's faces.
These four women, all with an average age under twenty-five, were all people he had seen before.
He had seen them in the Holy Land Mary Geoise…
That mischievous girl currently massaging Carlo's shoulders was Princess Iluniel of the Jaygarcia family.
That long black-haired, mature-looking woman currently rubbing Carlo's legs was Princess Loriane of the Shepard family.
That pink-haired woman feeding Carlo fruit, delicate enough to make one's heart ache, was the seventh wife Saint Nasujuro had only recently married.
And that last blonde with long legs was Saint Homing's own younger sister!
Kong couldn't understand it no matter how hard he tried.
Why would women with statuses that high come to a filthy place like this?
And mix together with Carlo in this way!
All four of them together!
But now wasn't the time to dwell on that…
Watching Kong stand stiffly in place as cold sweat slid down his forehead drop by drop, Carlo helplessly shook his head.
"I warned you, uncle."
"Heh heh…" Kong forced out a smile uglier than crying.
Seeing the women's expressions gradually turning cold, he had just been about to grit his teeth and explain a little—
When the blonde woman, Saint Homing's younger sister, pointed at the door behind him.
"What are you still standing there for? Get out."
"Do you want to lose your admiral position?"
"S-sorry! I'm going out right now!" Kong felt as if he'd been granted amnesty. He hurriedly turned around and fled.
As he left, he didn't forget to pull the kicked-open door shut.
Watching Kong leave in disgrace, the blonde woman snorted coldly, turned back, and counted the scars on Carlo's chest.
"So that's what your Marines' admiral is like. What a rude man."
"Not even a bit as refined as you, Carlo."
"Carlo… are you really not going to consider returning to the Holy Land with us?"
"We can arrange a position for you as a high-ranking World Government official, like the chief of CP0. With your talent, you'd definitely handle it with ease…"
"Hmph." Carlo snorted and pinched her chin.
"Woman, are you telling me what to do?"