As he said this, Crocodile's tone had changed.
Evidently, even now, the Warlord couldn't comprehend the kind of power behind that strike from Cyrus.
The Red Line!
Since it was called a continent, it was extremely wide and now, a straight massive canyon had sliced it entirely apart.
"Can people pass through there now?" Cyrus asked, very surprised to hear this.
According to his predictions, that slash would have melted a portion of the Red Line, and this molten material should have accumulated at the bottom of the canyon.
Besides, most of the force of his attack was directed upwards, he hadn't spread the power all the way down to sea level.
Even if it was punched through, there was still a considerable distance from the bottom of the canyon to the sea's surface.
Of course, the guys who could reach the Sabaody Archipelago and wanted to go to the New World were all highly skilled, meaning the height might not be a problem for them, but what about their ships?
Curious, Cyrus asked about it directly.
"About that," Crocodile replied, his tone a little odd. "You're right, President. The canyon's height is not low, but the aftershock of your last attack left many small cracks on the Red Line. To the continent itself, these cracks are small, but for most ships, they are wide enough to pass through."
"If that's the case, then these cracks should be irregular, right?" Cyrus asked, rubbing his chin.
"Someone has already tried and succeeded, and they even made a round trip. There are many of these cracks, meaning there is more than one passage to the New World," Crocodile explained before changing the subject.
"There's one more thing that might interest you, President."
"You've learned to keep people in suspense too?" Cyrus replied directly.
"It's about that great canyon I just mentioned. The Marines previously tried to dispatch warships to blockade it and had a major clash with the pirates who had gathered at the Sabaody Archipelago. Of course, the scene was not as spectacular as when you made your move."
"The Marines retreated?" Cyrus was a little surprised to hear this, as the newspapers hadn't mentioned it.
"Yes, both sides suffered heavy losses. Admirals Kizaru and Akainu had to step in to repel those pirates, but a few powerful individuals emerged from the group to rally the remaining ones, looking like they're preparing to charge again. The Marines probably decided not to continue the blockade after weighing the potential losses."
There was a hint of schadenfreude in Crocodile's tone when he said this.
"I see!" Cyrus nodded lightly.
Perhaps this was also related to his recent actions.
It seemed the blow to the World Government and the Marines was unusually severe, and while they might not care about the loss of combat power, the shattering of their invincible image had clearly made them wary.
It was just that, in this way, piracy might become even more rampant.
Cyrus didn't hang up the Den Den Mushi, he was thinking about the current situation.
He hated the World Government, and by extension, the Marines as well.
But it had to be said that the Marines' suppression of pirates was a good thing for most civilians.
'If that's the case...'
"Crocodile!" Cyrus suddenly called out.
"President!" Crocodile responded immediately.
"Contact Morgans and have him release the news that the Hunter Guild is recruiting Pirate Hunters. Establish branches not only in Paradise, but in the Four Seas as well. People who join the guild can exchange rewards based on their merits from hunting pirates, and you can decide on these rewards yourself. Teaching swordsmanship, providing Haki training methods, or even exchanging for Devil Fruits. But you'll have to prepare these things yourself."
"Alright!"
This was not an easy task, but Crocodile gave his answer immediately.
After all, Cyrus had sought him out to do just this.
Now, with Cyrus as the president, the Hunter Guild was already the focus of the world, and since it was the center of attention, there would be endless benefits to be had.
Compared to these huge benefits, the rewards for hunting pirates that Cyrus mentioned were not a very large expense.
"Handle this matter as soon as possible. Also, when the Hunter Guild speaks of me to the outside world, tell everyone that I am a Pirate Hunter."
"Understood!" Crocodile's heart tightened upon hearing this, as that tone seemed to carry a true murderous aura.
The call disconnected.
Cyrus placed the Den Den Mushi on the table and fixed his gaze on it, his expression serious.
At his level, every move would have a huge impact.
Although he had enjoyed himself this time, the subsequent effects had many negative aspects, and since he was the one who did it, he had to take responsibility.
Having made a decision in his heart, Cyrus's expression softened a little before he picked up the Den Den Mushi again.
'Robin and Issho should be out of Fish-Man Island by now,' he thought, directly dialing Robin's number.
The snail rang a few times, and after a while, Robin's voice came through.
"Cyrus?"
"Yes, it's me!"
"You're okay, That's great!"
Pure joy could be heard in Robin's voice.
Cyrus chuckled. "You have too little faith in your president. It's just the Marines and the World Government. To me, it's just a small matter."
"Trust is one thing, but worry is another. So, where are you now?"
"Punk Hazard."
"Hmm? That doesn't seem to be on the standard route." Robin sounded a little puzzled.
"Yes. When the News Birds arrive later, have them lead the way for you. Those birds are living maps."
"Okay, I understand."
"Good, hurry up. I'll be waiting for you here... for both of you."
"Thank you, President, for still remembering this old man!" Issho's voice rang out, seemingly with a smile.
"Of course, Issho. But things might get a little busy later, as I might be a bit more ruthless towards pirates from now on. Please be prepared," Cyrus said with a smile.
Issho and Robin were both silent for a moment, evidently sensing the meaning behind Cyrus's words.
This world was not black and white.
Having lived in this world, Cyrus could feel that although there were many unreasonable things, it was indeed a real, living place.
Since he was going to quell the turmoil from this incident and take the opportunity to strengthen the Hunter Guild, he would have to change his style a bit.
Ultimately, some things had to change, and as a transmigrator, Cyrus was constantly being influenced by the world, and thus, he was adapting.
"That is just what this old man wishes for!" Issho's serious voice rang out.
"We will speed up," Robin promised.
"Good, I'll be waiting for you!" Cyrus nodded and hung up.
He leaned back slightly, a bright light flashing in his eyes.
While he was handling matters on his end, Caesar Clown was having a massive headache.
'Now, what should I do next?'
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