I only want to be a Shichibukai when I have Bengyu

In a world where there are creatures like telephone bugs, messages are transmitted extremely quickly.

The banquet in Dressrosa lasted from noon to late at night. Finally, at the request of Elus, the banquet that seemed to last until the next day was finally ended. After that, he took his attendants with him. They returned to the ship and declined the invitation to stay at the palace.

As soon as he got on the boat, before he could even sit down, Fran stood in front of him with a phone that kept ringing.

"It's His Majesty the late King Woyouke."

Fran said softly.

"Grandpa? What's the matter?" Elus muttered, took the phone and picked up the receiver.

"Hello?"

Before the words fell,

"Yo! Al, it's grandpa!"

The familiar loud voice made Elvus stretch out his little finger to dig at his ears. After the loud laughter stopped, he asked: "Grandpa, what's the matter?"

"I heard about it!"

"What?"

"You killed Umit! This matter has spread in the New World. Even the World Government has received a report from below. The King of Shipping has fallen, and a new wave of turmoil will occur in the New World... ····The navy is pressing for money, warships, and equipment again. I am just the director of a small [Gun Barrel Manufacturing Bureau]. Why do you come to me to talk about the problem of gun butts? Go to [Gun Butt Manufacturing Bureau]. Bureau] Ah! It’s really annoying me to death.”

Red Earth Continent, an office building of the World Government, this is the territory of the Gun Barrel Manufacturing Bureau.

The World Government is a behemoth beyond ordinary people's imagination. It has more than 170 member countries, and it also controls the Red Earth Continent, the only continent in the world. If you want to command such a huge territory, you naturally need an equally huge territory. 's governing body.

Since the Twenty Kings established the World Government eight hundred years ago, after eight hundred years of development, the World Government has long turned into a bloated and huge monster.

People who have no access to the inside of the World Government cannot imagine how bloated the World Government is. For example, the production of a musket is divided into more than twenty manufacturing bureaus. The complex relationships can make every new The officials who took office seemed to be in a fog.

Of course, this can also be said to be a society with detailed division of labor, which is an inevitable trend of development.

but,

For example, in the Gun Barrel Manufacturing Bureau, there are more than fifty civilian employees. Half of them are in name only and are paid to do no work. The remaining half mostly spend three days fishing and two days drying nets. Just deal with some official documents that have no practical significance.

The only ones who are really busy are front-line workers and on-site managers. However, the status of these people is the lowest. The workers can only support their families with a meager salary. With such a small salary, they cannot afford any additional expenses, even if It's a small accident, which means the destruction of a family.

The deformity and perversion of world government are most vividly reflected in these sections.

only,

The extraordinary force suppressed the possibility of civilian uprising. The blood on the butcher knife in the hands of the Celestial Dragons has never cooled down. Without force that can rival the world government, it is basically impossible to achieve a bottom-up revolution. .

"...Al, the trouble you caused this time is quite big!"

After sitting in the office and talking a lot of nonsense, Soccachio Voyuk finally returned to the topic.

This is a very handsome old man. His short gray hair is neatly trimmed. His turquoise eyes are bright and sharp. There is no trace of the turbidity of ordinary old people. The decent handmade suit perfectly sets off his old and strong look. His majestic body and the faintly revealed angular muscle outline are enough to make many little girls' eyes bloom with peach blossoms.

He was holding a cigar, sitting on a newly replaced leather office chair, blowing a smoke ring towards the ceiling, looking at the bright full moon as big as a jade plate outside the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and continued:

"From the information I know, Umit has nothing to do with the World Government. This time, the internal comments of the World Government are basically discussing who will replace Umit as the next shipping king of the new world. If There are no major changes, and I don’t think the world government will get involved in this incident.”

"After all, today's New World is an occupied area in a sense, a lawless land that is not under the jurisdiction of the Holy Land. The Holy Land is happy to see chaos break out in the New World, but what will happen to the Navy? Not so sure about being me.”

The old man said so.

The Navy is a legal armed force under the World Government and the largest military organization in the world.

It is said that there are all kinds of birds in the forest. The Navy is such a huge institution, and there is naturally a lot of internal noise. The three admirals each hold different concepts of justice, and different factions have been derived from this, not to mention the internal struggles within the Navy. , just saying that the battle between the Navy, the World Government, and the Holy Land Marie Joa has never stopped.

The Navy is an organization directly affiliated with the World Government. Logically speaking, it must accept the World Government and the command of the Holy Land. In fact, the Navy has indeed done so, but at the same time, the Navy has never given up the power to act independently. In the up-and-down confrontation, the navy also learned to exploit the loopholes of the Holy Land's orders in an attempt to seize more power.

Ever since the Four Emperors wiped out most of the forces in the New World, returning to the New World and re-controlling this chaotic and lawless land has become the goal that the navy has never forgotten.

"The Navy has never thought of giving up the New World. On the contrary, they have been working hard to return to the New World, asking for funds, equipment, and power... For these nonsense, the Warring States Marshal of the Navy has always fought with The five old stars are quarreling."

"Al, this time Umit falls and the giants of the new world are reshuffled. Maybe the navy will regard it as a good opportunity to return to the new world. Al, I heard you want to make a profit. Are you playing with the Shichibukai's seat? Are you sure you're not joking with me?"

"it is true."

Elvus picked up the hot coffee milk and took a sip, savoring the sweet taste in his mouth, with a satisfied expression on his face, "Also, don't make it seem like I'm not doing my job properly, Wang. It’s not like Shichibukai is a shady person!”

"So, Al, you are really prepared to accept Umit's inheritance. Are you planning to become the next shipping king of the new world?"

Woyuk asked.

"I'm not going to let anyone else get a share of my spoils," Elus said casually.

Hearing this not-unexpected answer, Wojuk still felt waves of headaches, "Al, have you really figured it out? Your Majesty's Qibuhai looks quite majestic, but that's a big man." If you rush into a mud pit, even if you can climb out, you are bound to be covered in mud."

"By killing Umit, you have shown our friends and enemies that you are the next king of the Kingdom of Ecmundo. Your performance is perfect. Neither I nor you can compare to me back then." As good as you are, there is really no need for you to get involved in such troublesome things as shipping to the New World!"

Woyouke earnestly persuaded this excellent and somewhat over-the-top grandson to give up the dangerous idea.

Yes,

Elvus's idea was very dangerous in Woyuk's opinion.

Accustomed to the national policy of keeping a low profile, guarding the three-acre territory of the Kingdom of Exmundo, and slowly cultivating and developing it, the old man was not used to such radical ideas as Elvus.

"Grandpa, you don't have to worry about it. I won't change it at will."

Eleus interrupted the persuasion.

"Don't forget, the new world is actually a very simple world. Here, the strong is the king, and the winner is the real justice... And I, Socacio Elus, As the crown prince of the Kingdom of Exmundo, I am more looking forward to the title of [Black Emperor] than the title of [Black Prince] in the future."

The phone bug fell silent.

Sitting in the office, Soccachio Voyek was stunned by his grandson.

The cigar fell on the table without even noticing.

Black...Emperor?

In today's era, the ancient title 'Emperor' is rarely used by countries. In the past ten years, it has gradually evolved into the title of the great pirates. When the four pirate emperors are completely established in the new world, they will no longer be used. After gaining authority, the title "Emperor" completely became the exclusive title for the most powerful pirate.

"Al, you want to be a pirate... No, wait, that..."

Woyouke's mind was a little confused.

He understood that Elus was not talking about going to the sea to become a pirate, but referring to status. He was preparing to become as powerful as the Pirate Emperor. This was more worrying than going to the sea to become a pirate. His ambition was too great. That’s not a good thing——

but,

It seems that his grandson does not have the strength to match his ambition.

Black Emperor, this title is not necessarily just nonsense.

"...Al, don't talk nonsense like this anymore, you...forget it, just do whatever you want! I finally understand that my experience and lessons may not be It suits you... In short, no matter what your plans are in the future, try your best to preserve the legacy left by your ancestors, don't...just let it be!"

Worco picked up the cigar on the table and threw it into the ashtray.

After chatting for a few more words with his most cherished eldest grandson, he hung up the phone, stood up and walked to the window, looking up at the full moon through the glass. came back to his senses.

"The Pirate Emperor······The King of the Shichibukai······"

He took a deep breath, and his face finally showed a hint of fatigue that was consistent with his age.

"It's not good for a child to be stupid, but being too smart can be a problem! But... Black Emperor, that's a really good name!"

————

Looking up at the same full moon in the sky.

Different people naturally have different moods.

This is [Marinvando], the naval headquarters, the headquarters of millions of marines around the world, and a terrifying area that is feared by thousands of pirates.

"Ahe, I have to have a meeting so late, thank you very much."

"Warring States, what happened? Are you holding an emergency meeting at this time?"

"It's a big deal. You can take a look at this information first. People haven't arrived yet, so please wait a moment."

The most powerful person in the navy, known as "Buddha's Sengoku" and "Wise General Sengoku", the current Navy Marshal Sengoku pushed the document in his hand in front of Lieutenant General He who was sitting on his right, and his long braided beard followed his movements. He bumped the table gently, and there was a complex light shining in the eyes under the frog glasses.

"This is······"

Just when General He was reading the document at a glance.

Someone else pushed open the door to the conference room and walked in.

"Sakaski, you're here!"

Looking at a man wearing a dark red suit, a navy hat on his head, and black leather gloves on his hands, he walked in. He had a tough face that was as sharp as a knife and an axe, and there was something brewing between his brows and eyes that was enough to scare someone. The majesty and dominance of many people.

Sengoku nodded slightly in greeting.

"Marshal, what happened?" Sakaski randomly picked a seat and sat down, asking in a deep voice.

"Hahaha! Sengoku, Ahe, you came too fast, didn't you? Oh, the little Sakaski is here too!" Before Sengoku could answer Sakaski's question, the door to the conference room was knocked open again. , the laughing old man rushed into the conference room.

"Garp, you bastard, sit down quickly."

At the current Navy Headquarters, three generals, Admiral Porusalino, codenamed "Kizaru", command the navy's scientific force and are closely protecting Dr. Vegapunk who is doing research on the island of "Punk Hassad" in the New World. , General Kuzan, codenamed [Green Pheasant], went out on a mission not long ago and is still on a mission.

so,

Only Sakaski, codenamed [Akainu], is in charge of the headquarters.

The lineup currently displayed in the conference room seems to be the highest combat power this department can muster.

"Everyone is here, so there is no need to bother with any opening remarks in the evening. I will just talk about the matter directly." Marshal Warring States cleared his throat and passed the document that Lieutenant General He had read to Sakaski. He said: "Not long ago, Lieutenant General Vergo, the base commander of the New World G5 branch, sent back a piece of information."

"Umit, he was killed." He said every word.

"Umit? Who is this...ah! Is it the guy who claims to be the King of Shipping in the New World?"

Lieutenant General Garp, who was picking his nose, thought hard and remembered a vague impression.

"That's right, that's the King of Shipping." Warring States nodded.

"I've seen that guy before. I remember that his boxing skills were sparse and his physical condition wasn't very good... Well, he's still a good fighter. He can kill Wumit. He's the one from Big Mom. Did the crazy woman take action? Or was it the crazy woman's sons?" Lieutenant General Garp didn't even look at the document that Sakaski pushed over, he just chased Sengoku and asked questions.

"Sakaski, are you done reading?"

Warring States ignored this old bastard who loved to mess around, and just asked Sakaski, "What do you think?"

"Socaccio Elus... is not a pirate, but he is still a source of instability. This guy who refuses to be honest must be punished."

"Huh? Stop talking about this kind of thing. World Government member countries, don't worry about such troublesome things for the time being. I want to know your views on the future changes in the new world."

"...Marshal, are you preparing to raise your troops and return to the new world?"