Chapter 391: Happiness Here Makes One Forget Revolution!

Barrett placed a somewhat worn Eternal Pose on the table.

Buena Festa looked down at the pointer and was just about to ask when his pupils constricted in the next instant:

"This couldn't be..."

"That's right!"

"It is the Eternal Pose pointing to the final island, Laugh Tale!"

At the same time.

The New World.

Within a certain kingdom.

A hooded man stood before the collapsed royal palace, gazing indifferently at everything before him.

The entire palace seemed to have been torn apart by some external force; blood flowed like water, and countless members of the royal family lay in pools of blood.

At this moment, only a handful of people remained standing, centered around the man.

"The royal family of Pythagoras has rotted to its roots; even if we are unwilling to create slaughter, we have no choice but to do so."

"Only by rebuilding order upon these ruins can this kingdom, and the people of this nation, have the possibility of being reborn."

"Revolution."

"Is inherently such a cruel thing."

"Sabo."

"You should understand that relying solely on kindness cannot save anyone, nor can it pull this rotten world back onto the right track."

A trace of reluctance flashed through Sabo's eyes.

Yet he also understood.

What the man, namely Dragon, had said was true.

In recent years, he had followed the Revolutionary Army and witnessed countless rotten kingdoms.

Whether under the World Government, neutral, or ruled by pirates, without exception, every kingdom was a living hell on earth.

The upper class sucked the flesh and blood of the commoners, squandering without limit.

The lower class struggled to survive, eventually being forced into rebellion.

Those with slightly worse luck were bloodily suppressed, leaving not a bone behind.

Even those who barely succeeded, facing the nearly invincible naval purge, ultimately had only one choice: to go to sea and plunder.

This was a world rotten to its roots.

Except for using the most brutal means to break the old order and eradicate the cancer, there was no better method.

"I understand."

Sabo swallowed hard, and the last trace of pity in his eyes vanished as well.

Soon.

Countless revolutionaries entered the scene, beginning to rescue the suffering commoners nearby and leading the people of this nation to rebuild their homes, achieving reborn from destruction.

Standing on the city tower watching all this, Sabo's face could not help but show a few traces of relief.

At least...

What we are doing is the right thing!

Just then, in the distant sky, the figure of a News Coo gradually became clear.

Sabo skillfully took banknotes from his bosom and exchanged them with the News Coo for the latest issue of the World Economic Journal.

He watched the News Coo depart before slowly opening the newspaper.

In this era of information blockade, newspapers were also a primary means for the Revolutionary Army to obtain intelligence from all over the world.

However, this time Sabo's gaze condensed slightly, falling upon two wanted posters tucked inside the newspaper.

"Straw Hat—Monkey D. Luffy, bounty: 500 million Berries!"

"Fire Fist—Portgas D. Ace, bounty: 1.8 billion Berries!"

"However."

"As the only child of that Pirate King and the inheritor of Whitebeard's name, having such a bounty is only natural."

"It might even be somewhat low."

Looking at the familiar smiling faces on the two photos, the corners of Sabo's mouth had unknowingly curved into a slight smile:

"That's wonderful."

"Luffy and Ace have both found the paths they must walk."

"They have already become great figures renowned throughout the world."

In fact.

More than a month ago, when Sabo witnessed Straw Hat and Ace active during the Summit War, he had recalled everything from his past.

This naturally included his older brother and his only younger brother.

"Luffy, is it?"

Dragon had arrived beside Sabo at some unknown point; looking at Straw Hat's photo, his eyes rarely softened:

"He has already grown to this stage?!"

"Ah."

Sabo nodded:

"Speaking of which."

"Even now, I still feel somewhat dazed; that Luffy is actually your child."

Dragon's expression was somewhat awkward, his face filled with guilt:

"Speaking of which."

"As a father, I can hardly be considered qualified; after leaving him in the East Sea, I never appeared before him again."

"Even when I returned, I only dared to stop at a distance and steal a few glances."

"Let's not talk about this anymore."

Dragon waved his hand, skipping over the topic, his expression turning solemn once more:

"We haven't received any news from Ivankov for a long time."

"A few days ago, someone brought back news that during the Summit War, several mysterious forces attacked Impel Down, causing countless heavy criminals to escape."

"Currently, the World Government has suppressed this news."

Sabo's complexion changed abruptly:

"They are digging their own graves!"

"Whether it is the Navy or the upper echelons of the World Government, they should all see the stakes involved here."

"The fall of Impel Down is absolutely not a scandal that can be covered up with all one's might; it will only continue to ferment until the day it finally ignites them themselves."

"But before that, exactly how many people will lose their lives because of those heavy criminals?!"

"In their eyes, human lives are truly just..."

Sabo's voice faded away, his face turning gloomy.

He suddenly realized that what he had said was merely nonsense.

What goes up must come down.

When the lives of commoners are, in the eyes of the Celestial Dragons, nothing more than poultry to be beaten and killed at will, how much better can the World Nobles, who regard the Celestial Dragons as their role models, possibly be?

In the eyes of the World Government, which serves the Celestial Dragons, how could there possibly be any place for commoners?!

Dragon's expression was also extremely Solemn;

"Although the Navy suffered a complete strategic defeat, at least they still have Whitebeard as a fig leaf; however, the attack on Mary Geoise cannot fool anyone at all, and Zephyr's bounty reaching five billion is proof of that."

"If, at this moment, Impel Down, which holds the most dangerous prisoners from decades across the seas, also falls, the blow to the World Government will be devastating."

"To a certain extent, the World Government... had no choice but to do this."

"Justice... heh..."

A laugh tinged with sarcasm squeezed out from between Sabo's lips.

He took a deep breath, striving to calm his emotions, before turning his attention to Dragon's question:

"So you're saying Ivankov was taken away by one of those groups?!"

"Mm."

Dragon responded with a sound, yet his expression was countless times more Solemn than before, even carrying a hint of indescribable surprise:

"It's just that the Vivre Card Ivankov left behind is now pointing in the direction of Britannias."

Sabo froze for a moment, asking in confusion:

"Are you saying... the people who attacked Impel Down were Knight Gao Wen?!"

"Very likely."

Dragon nodded:

"Otherwise, there is no way to explain why Ivankov's Vivre Card would point toward Britannias."

Dragon opened his hand.

A Vivre Card that had burned halfway trembled gently in his palm, slowly shifting toward the direction where the sun was setting in the distance, and that place was precisely Britannias.

Dragon continued: