Chapter 439

Red Line, Holy City in the Sky.

As the foremost grand event since the founding of the United Kingdom, the wedding of King Seven of the World stirred the hearts of countless souls across the seas.

Indeed, every being bore a different heart and mind.

Those who had hoped to offer their clan’s daughters to the throne, seeking to cling to power and rise to greatness, now had all their dreams shattered.

Given their understanding of King Seven, he would never openly violate the Constitution of the United Kingdom.

Logically speaking,

King Seven had accomplished legendary feats: toppling the World Government, unifying the Four Seas, founding the United Kingdom, liberating hundreds of millions of slaves, and ending suffering and oppression, ensuring peace and plenty for all common folk of the seas.

He deserved to be called a saint.

That was why, across the Four Seas, only Seven was known as King Seven.

Yet King Seven had endured hardship these past years.

Though he was the King of the World, he neither sought grandeur nor indulged in wealth or beauty—his only pursuit was cultivation.

Such a King Seven was a flawless six-sided warrior with no weaknesses whatsoever; they had no way to target him.

Precisely because of this, King Seven was deeply beloved by hundreds of millions across the Four Seas.

Even remnants of the old era and emerging privileged classes could not help but bow before his supreme prestige and absolute power.

No one dared speak ill of him; no one dared oppose his authority. All schemes and greed were suppressed, and all bowed in submission to the one supreme ruler of the new age.

Most heartbroken of all was Whitebeard.

After years of longing for his dream woman, only to have Kaido steal her away—how could he not grieve?

A hair’s breadth off, and the difference becomes a thousand miles.

Because his daughter Istaru was too young, not yet meeting the legal marriage age, Whitebeard, though a thousand times unwilling, could not bring himself to speak.

The happiest was undoubtedly Kaido.

Even more joyful than King Seven’s few elders—Roku, Rayleigh, Jaba, and Xia Qi.

For these elders, King Seven’s wedding meant their young protege had finally married.

But for Kaido, after the wedding, the King of the World would be his son-in-law!

Watching Seven and Yamato about to marry, Kaido was happier than if he had become Pirate King himself—his smile never faded.

Like a man possessed by joy.

Every day he strutted before Whitebeard, Golden Lion, Red Count, and others, even going so far as to invite his elder sister, Charlotte Luffy.

“Old woman.”

“Your niece is getting married—will you come?”

Luffy wished everyone would forget she existed; her entire mind was filled with raising her three hundred sons to adulthood, then emerging once more to unify the Four Seas and become Pirate King.

How could she possibly show her face?

To appear now would be to abandon her plan—if her three hundred sons were exposed, she’d have no place to weep.

“Kaido, I won’t be going.”

“I’m old now. I don’t want to meddle in the seas’ conflicts. Please convey my congratulations to King Seven. That’s all for now—I still have to feed the children.”

Before Kaido could reply, Luffy immediately tossed the Den Den Mushi into the sea to hide her whereabouts.

“Damn Kaido, wait till I get you—Pirate King is mine, King of the World is mine, everything on this sea is mine.”

Yet despite these words, Luffy felt an inexplicable rage within—anger at her daughters for being so useless.

There were over ten of them; if even one had been worthy enough to marry King Seven, how could she have lost to Kaido’s only daughter, Yamato?

And how could Kaido have had the chance to gloat?

Suppressing her fury, Luffy looked at her three hundred hungry sons and instantly wore an expression of utter despair.

It’s hard. So hard.

Raising children is hard. Raising three hundred children with appetites like hers? Even harder.

Every morning, Luffy’s first act was to cook with her old lover, Long Bread. After breakfast, it was already lunchtime.

After lunch, it was dinnertime.

After supper, Luffy could finally rest.

She had endured this for eight full years.

The only consolation: her three hundred sons were growing strong. Just wait eight more years, and they would repay their mother.

Then, three hundred steel balloons—what mortal could stop Charlotte Luffy’s dream?

She would become King of the World!

Meanwhile, all information regarding Charlotte Luffy, Long Bread, and her three hundred sons appeared before Seven at once.

Though the wedding date drew near,

for Seven, he need do nothing—every detail of the wedding was already perfectly arranged; he only needed to appear and marry.

“Captain, here is the intelligence on the Luffy Army.”

The Luffy Army is the collective term for the three hundred descendants genetically engineered by Charlotte Luffy with assistance from Vinsmoke Judge.

“According to Dr. Vegapunk’s assessment, each individual of the Luffy Army possesses combat power equivalent to a first-generation Peacekeeper.”

“Approximately one-fifth the strength of the latest-generation Peacekeepers.”

As Shiryu finished speaking, Stussy immediately produced the compiled dossier.

“Your Majesty King Seven, here are the recent activities of the Blackbeard Club.”

Seven took the file and, upon seeing that Blackbeard had personally traveled to the East Blue to capture the ten-year-old Kobi and bring him back to the South Blue, couldn’t help but laugh.

“Well done.”

If the Desert King Kobi fell into Blackbeard’s hands, he’d suffer some beatings—but nothing worse.

But if the descendant of the Celestial Dragons, Kobi, fell into Blackbeard’s hands, it would be far more than mere suffering.

Blackbeard bore a blood feud against the Davy family and had long yearned for revenge; now, he had finally caught a Celestial Dragon.

Kobi’s fate was obvious.

Death would likely be a mercy.

Though Seven now had more points than he could spend—over eight years, he sold seven pure gold rings per month on average, accumulating over sixty million points,

and the Desert King’s bounty was only ten thousand points,

Seven’s success stemmed precisely from never forgetting his roots—even ten thousand points were points.

Even a mosquito’s leg is meat.

Remember, Seven had personally executed Momonosuke years ago; now, only the Desert King Kobi remained to complete one of the highest achievements in the pirate world.

How could he possibly miss it?

The Desert King must die.

And before he dies, he must be brutally tortured by Blackbeard—so Seven’s hands stay clean.

Besides, with Lafitte watching, Kobi won’t be killed outright by Blackbeard.

Putting away the Blackbeard Club dossier, Seven’s gaze returned to the Luffy Army.

“It says here… they’re not very bright?”

“Yes, Captain,” Shiryu explained. “Only Dr. Vegapunk possesses the complete genetic cloning technology. Judge… is at best half-skilled.”

“The Luffy Army bred by Judge using Luffy’s genetic factors are nearly all idiots. According to merchants who delivered them, they obey Long Bread more than Charlotte Luffy.”

“I see.” Seven had already made his decision.

The Luffy Army may be foolish, but they are obedient, and each possesses considerable strength—they can be understood as three hundred second-generation Whitebeards.

“Captain, should we act now?”

“Not yet,” Seven shook his head. “Wait a while—I’ll speak with Long Bread.”

Nothing matters more than the wedding right now.

Even if Imu returned, Seven would first enter the bridal chamber, then cut Imu down with one slash.