Chapter 422: The Unmatched Righteous Seven Saint

Seeing Luffy’s breathing steady and his skin flushed, save for his still-slender frame, he now looked every bit a perfectly healthy child.

Akainu bowed deeply before Seven.

“Thank you.”

Akainu had spent his life believing in ironblood and absolute justice, accustomed to war and death, yet never before had he felt such joy.

Not only had Seven Saint saved Luffy’s life, giving the Marines a thriving young seedling,

but he had also shown Akainu once more what a miracle truly was.

“No need for thanks,” Seven waved his hand.

“In a while, the United Kingdom will hold a joint medical conference at Sky City to honor the meritorious of all departments; if your family or friends are ill, bring them along for treatment.”

As the saying goes, a horse runs fast only when well-fed.

Aside from men like Tenghu and Akainu, who already held justice in their hearts and were willing to shed blood for it,

if you want your troops to run and rally, you must match them with benefits and welfare across the board.

The United Kingdom’s welfare benefits need no elaboration.

Beyond that, Seven intended to use the final nine years of his rented Horse Charm to keep his core loyalists in peak health.

It was rented, after all—must be used to the fullest.

To secure that one-in-a-million priority purchase right, Seven always kept ample points on hand, waiting for the Dragon Adventure user to accidentally leave their original world.

Then, the miraculous Horse Charm would become Seven’s for the taking.

Of course, Seven would not let the other eleven charms slip away—he had already posted rental and purchase orders on the trading platform.

With pure gold in hand, Seven never lacked points.

Once he gathered all twelve charms with full preparation, he would consider venturing into outer space beyond the Pirate World.

Going to outer space now was far too dangerous.

If he Buxing perished, there’d be no one to weep for him.

Hearing he could bring family and friends to the holy land for treatment, Akainu bowed again in thanks, then hesitated long before voicing his doubt.

“Seven Saint, will you return to the Divine Realm?”

At this, Seven couldn’t help laughing.

You, Sakazuki, with your thick eyebrows and earnest face—you actually believe the sea’s rumors?

After all, that time I casually summoned Sky City seemed too dreamlike; most people now believe I am a god descended to save the world.

This is one reason the United Kingdom’s rule has grown ever more stable.

“Perhaps, but not in the coming years. Do your duty with peace of mind; when the time comes, I’ll take all of you on a tour of outer space.”

With that, Seven’s gaze settled on Luffy.

“Nurture him well. This child is a rare gem. The United Kingdom’s future must rest on these new-generation youths.”

Akainu nodded, bowed, and took his leave.

“Seven Saint, I won’t disturb you further.”

Hearing they were leaving, Luffy dropped to his knees before Seven and banged his head three loud, resounding knocks, then followed Akainu away.

His life saved, Luffy showed his loyalty in the purest way possible—to the King of the World.

Undoubtedly a high-ranking Marine.

When Akainu led Luffy outside, the Health Department’s head, who had been waiting for a long time outside the Interior Ministry, immediately surrounded them.

“Mr. Sakazuki, how did it go?”

Seeing Luffy’s flushed cheeks, Kurokasi, Phoenix, and Marco already understood.

Akainu smiled faintly: “Cured.”

Before meeting Seven Saint, Akainu had originally come with Luffy and several Health Department heads to negotiate a treatment plan, but ultimately, Phoenix of the Morning Star Crew suggested,

rather than have them perform surgery, they should first try the Captain.

“Thank you all.”

“We’re comrades—it’s only right,” Marco waved his hand. “Besides, this kid’s so adorable—if Old Man saw him, he’d claim him as a son on the spot.”

At this, Akainu’s eyelid twitched slightly.

The Health Department heads came from the Roger Crew, Morning Star Crew, and Whitebeard Crew—each carried a natural bandit’s air.

What nonsense—claim Luffy as a son?

He’s my adopted son.

“Military duties await—I must take my leave.”

Akainu hurriedly took Luffy and departed, his steps quickening unconsciously, as if afraid of being spotted by Whitebeard strolling nearby.

After all, Whitebeard was infamous for adopting sons everywhere—the whole sea knew it.

One in ten thousand chance was enough to fear.

Such an adorable child must never fall into Whitebeard’s hands and be corrupted.

After returning to Marine Headquarters, Akainu summoned the Marine officers for a meeting.

“Gentlemen, Seven Saint’s benevolence has cured Luffy’s Plumbum disease,

and soon, a joint medical conference will be held at the holy land to treat injuries and illnesses of the United Kingdom’s meritorious, including their family and friends.”

“Junior officers and soldiers from all branches across the four seas may report to the Health Department’s medical stations established in each branch.”

“Comrades, prepare in advance and ensure the safety of medical personnel.”

Similar scenes unfolded not only within the Marines, but also in the Army, the former Four Emperors Club, and provinces like Wano, Elbaf, and Fish-Man Island—all gradually organizing.

This move made everyone outside the Morning Star Crew realize once again just how exceptional the Morning Star Crew’s benefits were.

Seven Saint had not forgotten them—truly a man of deep loyalty and unmatched righteousness.

How could Morgans possibly miss such a major news story?

The World Economic News immediately went all-out, printing overnight editions, widely publishing and spreading every righteous act of Seven Saint across the seas.

In the West Blue, on an unremarkable merchant ship,

Blackbeard sat on deck, flanked by Lafitte and Lu Bianyi, staring at the latest edition of the newspaper in his hands.

Soon, three curses rang out together.

“Morgans, you sycophant.”

“Is this tiny thing even worth front-page headlines?” Blackbeard sneered. “Looks like the United Kingdom’s internal politics are just as hollow—full of flattery.”

Lafitte agreed.

“Especially Morgans—that birdman—has disgraced the entire profession of journalism.”

“Exactly,” Lu Bianyi nodded in agreement. “Even a rebel leader can be called ‘The Unmatched Righteous Seven Saint’—how laughable.”

Just as the three were in full swing of their curses, Viper’s voice interrupted at the wrong moment.

“Isn’t this kind of boss… good?”

Viper seemed unaware of Blackbeard’s icy glare, still counting on his fingers.

“Think about it:

The United Kingdom offers generous pay, perfect benefits, and Seven Saint treats his subordinates with care—where else could you find a boss this reliable?”

Unlike you, Blackbeard, who confiscates interns’ pocket money and forces minors to work to support their families?

Lies don’t hurt; truth cuts like a blade.

Even though Blackbeard had always viewed Seven as his enemy, he could not deny: this move truly bound hearts together.

“Boring. I’m done.”

Blackbeard tossed the newspaper to Lafitte and sulked to the bow to catch the wind.

“Do I… still have a chance?”