Chapter 396: Print More? No—Live Broadcast!

"Moxi, get down to work."

Upon hearing this, Moxi immediately leapt from the airborne headquarters of the World Economic News Society, diving toward the ruins of Mary Geoise.

We’ve made it—this time we’ve truly made it!

Moxi understood that though he had not taken part in the battle to overthrow the World Government, as the ocean’s voice of public opinion, he could play an even greater role.

For instance, portraying Captain Seven as the sole destined ruler, proclaiming the captain’s unparalleled achievement in toppling the World Government and liberating all slaves.

In ancient times, twenty kings founded the World Government; today, twenty kings follow Saint Seven, overthrowing the decaying World Government and establishing a new regime.

Isn’t this more prestigious than the News King?

Boom~

Perhaps too excited, Moxi failed to control his momentum and crashed hard into the ruins of Mary Geoise, kicking up clouds of dust.

Moments later, a pair of bird wings emerged from the rubble.

"Captain, I’m fine."

"You go ahead—I’ll handle this."

The Five Elders began sketching from memory; Seven probed with Observation Haki for a moment, finally locating the ruins of the Flower Room.

"Saint Seven, it’s right below."

Before Seven could act, Kaido swung his spiked club, delivering dozens of blows until he shattered the entrance to the cold storage; the group entered one by one.

"This thing’s pretty tough," Kaido muttered.

Perhaps sensing the World Government was finished and the Five Elders now relics, Satan offered a timely explanation.

"These are all technological relics left behind by the ancient kingdom before its destruction."

Just how powerful the ancient kingdom was nine hundred years ago, Seven himself only half-understood.

Yet even just the technology of feeding Devil Fruits to weapons far outpaced the current era—it was truly bizarre.

Logically, technology should progress forward; the ocean’s technology should have far surpassed that of the ancient kingdom, destroyed eight hundred years ago.

Yet in certain areas, it regressed—some technologies on the ocean today were inferior to those of the ancient kingdom eight centuries past.

As if sensing Seven’s confusion, Satan spoke again.

"Saint Seven."

"The level of technological development on this ocean…"

"Is actually the result of deliberate suppression by the World Government, especially after sea levels rose years ago and many nations were submerged, causing technological gaps."

Hearing this, Seven asked curiously.

"Why did sea levels rise?"

"Uh." Satan paused:

"It’s tied to Yimu’s abuse of the ancient weapon, Uranos. Each time Yimu used Uranos to erase land, the planet’s surface area permanently decreased. With total seawater volume unchanged, sea levels rose accordingly."

"All the islands we see today are fragments of continents drowned eight hundred years ago."

"This is also one reason the Celestial Dragons wear glass headgear."

Soon, over a dozen lifelike figures came into view for Seven’s group.

Amid the group’s puzzled gazes, Satan explained.

"These are the kings who founded the World Government eight hundred years ago… they were all turned into vessels by Yimu, some damaged over the years."

Hearing this, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

Good heavens, Yimu is truly ruthless—he turned all nineteen kings who founded the World Government into vessels for his possession.

Seven… wouldn’t he learn from Yimu, would he?

Those who had just moments ago felt exhilarated at overthrowing the World Government and becoming founding heroes of the new regime now felt uneasy upon seeing these vessels.

They must be more restrained going forward—absolutely no abusing their status as founding heroes.

"Moreover," Satan continued.

"The World Government’s relentless pursuit of the Lunaria tribe was also to create vessels for Yimu—Yimu… particularly favors white-haired men and blue-eyed women."

Everyone’s eyes turned to Seven.

No wonder Yimu treated Seven so well earlier—he was after Seven’s body.

Perhaps… Seven overthrew the World Government precisely because he refused to become Yimu’s vessel?

"Hey, what’s with that look?"

Seven sighed helplessly—these guys had become addicted to gossip. He had to change the subject.

"What’s Yimu’s Devil Fruit?"

"Devil Fruit," Wochuli blurted out: "Saint Seven, Yimu’s Devil Fruit is called Devil Fruit."

"Devil Fruit?"

Seven was not surprised.

He felt it made perfect sense—after all, when he first made the shallow sea pact with Yimu, a great deal of demonic energy had flooded his body.

And it was precisely this demonic energy, with the system’s aid, that manifested as Satan’s form.

In other words, Seven’s Satan form might be one evolutionary branch of Yimu’s Devil Fruit’s demonic energy?

How interesting.

After observing the lifelike figures of the twenty kings inside the cold storage for a moment, Seven pondered briefly.

"Dig a pit. Burn them."

They were once kings. Since they were dead, burial was better than being turned into Yimu’s possession vessels. Burning… was better than that.

"Oh no—the Celestial Dragons' treasure vault."

Only now did Seven remember the Celestial Dragons' treasure vault he had long yearned for—they’d been so caught up in battle, but the vault had been destroyed.

"Saint Seven, no need to worry."

Satan spoke quickly.

"The material used to build the vault was also a high-tech alloy from the ancient kingdom. It may just be buried under the ruins—or fallen into the sea."

Hearing this, Seven’s mood improved somewhat.

"Gentlemen, we’ve known each other at last. I hope you’ll cooperate with the establishment of the new regime. As for your crimes, judgment will come in due time."

The Five Elders all spoke up.

"We’ll cooperate, Saint Seven—we’ll cooperate."

After leaving the cold storage, looking upon the ruins of Mary Geoise, Seven made his decision: it was time to reveal a miracle.

A city worth one million points should be more luxurious and powerful than the Kinko Shogunate’s residence, surely.

"Moxi."

"Captain, I’m here!" Moxi patted his chest. "Captain, rest assured—I’ll print as many copies of the news paper as possible."

With the news of the Five Elders surrendering and the World Government overthrown, this issue’s sales would break all historical records.

Moxi could already picture the news papers spreading across the ocean—sure to shock the entire world.

For a newsman, what could be more thrilling than this?

"Print more?" Seven shook his head.

"Prepare for a live broadcast instead."

Building a city out of thin air is unquestionably a miracle beyond human capability.

How could Seven miss such a divine method to awe the entire ocean?

All races on the ocean—nobles of member nations, nobles of non-member nations, pirates, Marines, even commoners and slaves—

Seven wanted everyone to know clearly: he, Barzab Seven, was the undisputed King of the World.

If you want to rebel, prepare to die.

It wasn’t that Seven sought personal worship—he simply faced enormous resistance to what he planned next, and needed to resolve it swiftly.

Seven didn’t want to waste his prime years on how to liberate every slave or ensure everyone had enough to eat—he was already twenty-two.

And he was still a Chunan!

He’d fought his whole life—he deserved to enjoy himself.

"Live broadcast?" Moxi’s eyes lit up.

"Captain, live broadcast is great!"

Whatever the boss wanted to do, whether right or wrong, the subordinate must follow—and do it perfectly, as fast as possible.

Especially since the boss is about to become King of the World.

"Captain, give me twenty minutes—no, ten minutes—and I’ll have the live broadcast equipment ready."