Chapter 408

Red Line, Sky City Port.

Sky City, a luxury item priced at one million points in the System Mall, covers five times the area of Mary Geoise and can accommodate twenty million residents.

Larger than Alabasta.

In addition to supporting facilities like the governor’s mansion, interior affairs hall, conference hall, banquet hall, and heavenly prison, it conveniently includes two ports.

One port on the left, one on the right, perfectly controlling the entrance and exit between Leyuan and the New World.

During his battle with Im, Seven unleashed a single maximum-power Wu Xiang Slash, severing the Red Line and carving out a man-made passage called Yixiantian, connecting Leyuan and the New World.

With these two ports in place,

one can control exchanges between Leyuan and the New World, while also taxing passing merchant ships and charging tolls to all vessels.

Even with taxes,

it is faster, safer, and cheaper than diving ships ten thousand meters underwater through Fish-Man Island’s route to the New World.

Remember, coating ships costs money too.

That’s why Rayleigh stayed in Sky City—Seven’s severed Yixiantian robbed Sabaody’s ship-coating docks of most of their customers.

All this forced Seven to admit: those million points were worth every bit.

Too bad there’s only one chance to buy.

Otherwise, Seven would’ve bought several more cities, placing them across different ocean regions to intimidate the Four Seas while letting him live wherever he pleased.

As the World Meeting draws nearer, nearly all kings have arrived at Sky City.

Whenever a king arrived and saw the severed Red Line, the Yixiantian passage linking Leyuan and the New World, their souls trembled.

This is not human power.

If Saint Seven is already this powerful, having severed the Red Line with one slash, how strong must the world’s greatest swordsman, Mihawk, be?

The Morning Star Corps is truly terrifying.

Kings gathered in small groups, some staring blankly at the Yixiantian passage, most wandering around Sky City.

At first, no one noticed anything unusual.

Then, when a king suffering from asthma found his illness vanished after entering Sky City, others gradually realized: their diseases had healed!

Oh heavens, Saint Seven is truly a god.

As news spread that kings were cured inside Sky City but relapsed upon leaving, the kings attending the World Meeting went mad.

Let whoever wants it take the throne.

No matter what, even if they had to kneel before Saint Seven, they refused to return.

The title of king matters, but compared to life, it’s merely external wealth.

Moreover, remembering the Marines’ and Revolutionary Army’s actions across the Four Seas, the kings understood: their era had ended.

This era is named Saint Seven.

If they are wise enough to lay down their crowns, they may preserve their families and fortunes; those who cling stubbornly will meet a fate of severed heads.

As time passed in Sky City, one king who brought his queen discovered one night that his long-standing ailment had suddenly revived with vigor.

He made his queen scream in agony.

Kings who arrived early spread the word; those who came later, skeptical at first, tried it out—and soon, a storm of rumors converged:

Sky City has been blessed by the gods.

It not only freezes diseases but restores bodily health; even ordinary sleep here rejuvenates faster than anywhere else.

Several kings familiar with King Cobra gathered a few others and visited him together.

At Cobra’s mansion gate, they cursed themselves for not meeting Saint Seven sooner—if only they had, they too could have owned a mansion in Sky City!

“Ladies and gentlemen, please come in.”

Cobra struggled to suppress his smiling lips.

“Your esteemed presence honors my humble abode. If I have failed to entertain you properly, please forgive me.”

Compared to the mansions of Morning Star Corps officers, his own as King of Alabasta may be smaller in size, but the benefits are identical.

That’s why, upon hearing the Provincial Plan, Cobra hesitated not at all—he immediately brought his wife and daughter over.

Alabasta’s defense is now managed by Moria’s three brothers, Crocodile, and others.

Will people accuse him of selling his ancestral land without a care?

Come on, the World Government founded by his ancestor Queen Lily no longer exists—why should he cling to it? Besides, Saint Seven loves his people.

Under the Provincial Plan, both Alabasta’s citizens and its king have a bright future.

After inviting the guests to sit, Cobra asked:

“Gentlemen, what is this about?”

The kings selected a representative.

“King Cobra, I am the king of the East Blue kingdom of Goia. I suffered from asthma for years without cure—yet upon arriving here, I was instantly healed.”

“We heard you are close to Saint Seven, so we came to ask: may we settle in the Holy Land?”

“We are willing to surrender everything to Saint Seven, only asking to make our homes here. Rest assured, we shall reward you handsomely afterward.”

Cobra’s face showed hesitation, but inwardly he sneered: You’re offering everything to Saint Seven? Then where’s my cut?

Either you’re lying to Saint Seven, or you’re lying to me.

Yet, for Saint Seven’s grand dream of building a world where everyone has enough to eat, Cobra decided to play a small trick.

“You should know Saint Seven is extremely busy—everything in the United Kingdom rests on his shoulders alone. I’ll ask him later.”

There are still three days until the World Meeting—just tell them before then.

With their cooperation, the Provincial Plan and Red Line immigration plan can advance more smoothly.

Hearing this, the visiting kings broke into broad smiles.

“Thank you, we’re grateful for your help.”

Similar reports gradually reached Seven’s ears through Cobra, Neptune, and others, confirming to him: the Provincial Plan was likely secure.

Sky City’s beneficial aura was one factor; the greater one was the iron-fisted methods the Marines and Revolutionary Army had shown over the past three months.

They had crushed any lingering hope of Jiaoxing .

After all, Seven’s overthrow of the World Government had been a strike at the head—Tengryu blood had been spilled, but no blood had been shed across the Four Seas.

Some people are just like that: they need to be pushed.

Only after Seven slaughtered millions of old nobles and seized countless treasures could they finally face reality.

“Tell them this matter is still under discussion.”

Things too easily obtained are never valued—Seven decided to use the right to immigrate to Sky City to harvest these men’s wealth.

And usher in a unified era across the Four Seas.

The Red Line, which blocked exchange among the Four Seas, was due for more cuts—and more ports to collect tolls.

At that moment, Sengoku knocked awkwardly on the door.

“Saint Seven, something minor has happened in your hometown.”

Hearing “hometown,” Seven frowned slightly.

“Senior Sengoku, what is it?”

“Er.” Sengoku suddenly blushed: “The Marines and Revolutionary Army… nearly came to blows over who gets to protect Kokosia Village.”

“Huh?” Seven frowned: “Senior Sengoku, my hometown is Housha Town, not Kokosia Village.”

“Two years ago, most residents of Housha Town moved to Kokosia Village…”

After hearing Sengoku’s account, Seven couldn’t help but laugh and sigh.

There are so many people on the seas eager to advance.

Enel was understandable—he was already a formal crew member of the Morning Star Corps—but Smoker, a man with such a straightforward face… also wanted to advance?

“Forget it. I’ll send Shi Ji to bring all the villagers to Raikou.”

“As for the Marines and Revolutionary Army who caused trouble, you and Dragon can reprimand them normally.”

Before Sengoku could leave, Seven turned to his personal secretary, Xia Lu: “Send gifts, in my personal name, to thank these lovely soldiers.”

For these soldiers eager to advance, Seven must give them an opportunity.