Chapter 411: World King Barzab Seven

Everyone knew that with the moment the Five Elders’ heads fell, a new era had arrived.

The era named Barzab Seven had come.

Recalling recent rumors among the kings—migration to the Sacred Land, the end of the allied nations on the sea, no more allies, only provinces under the United Kingdom—each king broke into a cold sweat.

Even if they had ten thousand unwilling hearts, who on the entire sea dared defy Barzab Seven?

Can you cut the Red Line in half with one slash?

Even if you could, Barzab Seven still has the world’s greatest swordsman, Mihawk, at his side!

Can you summon a sky city with a wave of your hand?

They once didn’t believe such absurdities, but after actually arriving at the Sacred Sky City, they had no choice but to accept: the rumors were all true.

For no matter how you looked at it, Barzab Seven’s forces could not have built such a magnificent sky city in just over two months.

Resist Barzab Seven? Better not even think about it.

Old noble kings like them, if they fell into the hands of the Revolutionary Army, would be physically purified without mercy.

Now, though Barzab Seven abolished the allied system, he gave them the chance to migrate to the Sky City.

Barzab Seven is kind-hearted.

With Barzab’s prior groundwork, the kings had fully accepted reality: instead of plotting how to oppose Barzab Seven, they should hurry to inquire about the housing prices in the Sacred Sky City.

Choosing a residence with prime location was now their most urgent task.

As the saying goes, those near the water get the moon first; though they couldn’t yet connect with Barzab Seven himself, what about the people around him?

As long as the residence was well-located, there was plenty of time ahead—they’d eventually find a way to connect with someone close to Barzab Seven.

Even with Barzab Seven’s own offspring.

If, by a one-in-a-million chance, a daughter in their family caught Barzab Seven’s eye, even if she couldn’t become his lawful wife, being a concubine would still be excellent.

Amid this atmosphere, the first United Kingdom World Assembly convened as scheduled.

The kings finally saw clearly, up close, and with undeniable truth: the power under Barzab Seven was immense.

The Morning Star Corps, Barzab Seven’s innermost core, included top-tier warriors such as Mihawk, Fujitora, Shichibukai, Red Count, Kizaru, Barrett, Bear, Katakuri, and Jinbe.

Even the born killer, Rain Shiryu, couldn’t make the list.

The Seven Warlords Moria, Fishman Teg, and Crocodile were also part of the Morning Star Corps.

There were also direct provinces like Wano, Elbaf, the legendary Sky Island, and Fishman Island.

Beyond that, the mighty Marines, the vast Revolutionary Army, and two of the Four Emperors—Whitebeard and Kaido—were Barzab Seven’s loyalists.

In effect, every major power on the sea belonged to Barzab Seven.

As long as this base remained intact, Barzab Seven’s rule would face no unrest—more stable than the former World Government’s.

Moreover, there were one hundred and eight ugly, non-human humanoid weapons: the Peacekeepers.

It was said each Peacekeeper possessed the combat power of a Seven Warlord, and they would soon be deployed to major provinces to hold the line.

Would one hundred and eight Peacekeepers be the production limit of Barzab Seven and the United Kingdom?

Far from it.

With the United Kingdom’s rule now stable, once provincial and Red Line migration was fully implemented, Barzab Seven could produce as many Peacekeepers as he wished.

Tens of thousands of Peacekeepers meant tens of thousands of Seven Warlords—strong enough to make even the Four Emperors and Admirals sweat.

Those who recently rose in rebellion died truly foolishly… had they known earlier, not even a hundred times their courage would have let them openly defy Barzab Seven.

At the meeting, Barzab proposed provincial reforms and Red Line migration plans.

At the first United Kingdom World Assembly, not a single one of the two hundred-plus monarchs or senior officials raised any objection.

The entire hall erupted in enthusiastic applause; every attendee feared their clapping was too quiet, that they’d be outdone.

At the meeting, Barzab reiterated once more.

Slavery had been utterly abolished; anyone daring to defy the tide of history and attempt to turn back time would be treated as declaring war on the United Kingdom and crushed without mercy.

As the meeting neared its end, Kobra spoke as representative of the provinces.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the old order has collapsed completely, the new era has arrived, and the four seas urgently need a new king to lead them—I, on behalf of all provinces, humbly request—”

“Barzab Seven, ascend as World King.”

“Rule the four seas, establish the new age!”

As Kobra finished speaking, everyone at the first United Kingdom World Assembly spoke in unison.

“We humbly request Barzab Seven to ascend as World King.”

Facing the crowd’s plea, Barzab did not play the usual game of three refusals and three invitations: the title of World King belonged to none but him.

Wasn’t all his effort since setting sail meant to reach this day, to fulfill his dream?

Besides Barzab Seven, who else on this sea had the right to become World King?

Yimu the old man?

What of Yimu in seventeen years?

Luffy, the destined hero of the pirate world?

Luffy, just two years old this year, already knew how to call Barzab “Dad.”

“Agreed.”

Clean, decisive, one word decided the fate of the world.

In truth, everyone knew that even without Kobra’s proposal, Barzab Seven’s power had already made him World King.

Of course, without Kobra, someone else—Zhang Bula, Li Bula—would have spoken up.

Morgans, carrying his image-capturing insect, precisely captured and froze this moment, then rushed to print the news paper at full speed.

The news paper was printed and sold on the same day.

As thousands of news birds delivered the latest edition to every corner of the four seas and the Grand Line, the sea finally welcomed its true master.

After the World Assembly ended, the provincial representatives did not immediately depart for home—they went to the United Kingdom Ministry of Housing and Construction.

To inquire about the housing prices and available zones in the Sacred Sky City, so they could choose a residence with prime geography, favorable for future advancement.

There was plenty of time ahead.

Even if they themselves could never advance, they must think of their descendants.

…

The first half of the Grand Line: Paradise.

On the pirate ship’s deck, Blackbeard lifted one of Wapol’s legs, grinning wildly.

“Hehehehehe!”

“Kid, once you’re mine, you’re mine forever—you can’t escape.”

Wapol wore a face of utter despair.

At that moment, Lafitte handed Blackbeard the news paper he’d just bought from a news bird’s pouch.

“Captain, the World Assembly is over.”

Hearing this, Blackbeard’s good mood from recovering his Blackbeard Pirates intern vanished instantly; his joy was replaced by the same expression of despair.

He didn’t even want to take the paper.

Blackbeard didn’t need to guess what the news paper contained—it was surely about Whitebeard’s United Kingdom replacing the World Government.

But curiosity got the better of him; he finally took the paper and looked.

One glance revealed that hateful handsome face.

“World King Barzab Seven.”

For a moment, Blackbeard couldn’t find the right words to describe his feelings—he’d already prepared himself mentally.

“World King…”

After a long silence, Blackbeard stared blankly at the vast, rolling sea.

“Lafitte, I’ve walked this life on thin ice—do you think I can still reach the other shore?”

Lafitte nodded firmly.

“Captain, believe in yourself—you can do it!”