Chapter 439

Red Soil Continent, Holy City in the Sky.

As the foremost grand event since the founding of the United Kingdom, the wedding of the World King, Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen, stirred the hearts of countless souls across this sea.

Indeed, myriad beings, each with their own thoughts and emotions.

Those who had hoped to offer their clan's daughters to the Wang Zuo, seeking to cling to power and ascend in status, now had all their dreams shattered.

Given their understanding of Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen, he would never openly violate the Constitution of the United Kingdom.

Logically speaking,

Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen had accomplished the monumental feat of overthrowing 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 across the seas.

He deserved to be called a Saint even.

That is why, across the four seas, only Barzab is called Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen.

Yet these past years, Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen has endured hardship.

Though he is the World King, he neither seeks grandeur nor lusts after worldly wealth or beauty—his only pursuit is cultivation.

Such a Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen is a perfect six-sided warrior with no weaknesses whatsoever; they simply have no way to target him.

Precisely because of this, Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen is deeply beloved by hundreds of millions of beings across the four seas.

Even remnants of the old era and newly risen privileged classes cannot help but bow before Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen's supreme prestige and absolute power.

No one dares to speak ill of him; no one dares to challenge his authority—they must suppress all schemes and greed, and submit in obedience to the one and only supreme ruler of the new era.

Moreover, the most despondent was Whitebeard.

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

But a hair's breadth off, and the difference becomes a thousand miles.

Who could blame him? His daughter, Istaru, was too young, not yet meeting the legal marriage age; even if Whitebeard had a thousand reluctances, he could not bring himself to speak.

The happiest, by far, was Kaido.

He was even happier than Barzab's few elders—Roku, Lei Li, Jaba, and Xia Qi.

For these elders, Barzab's wedding meant their young protégé had finally married.

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

Watching Barzab and Yamato about to be wed, Kaido was happier than becoming Pirate King himself—his smile never faded.

Like a jester.

Every day he strutted before Whitebeard, Golden Lion, Red Count, and others, even going so far as to invite Elder Sister Xia Luote Charlotte Lingling.

"Old woman."

"Your niece is getting married—will you come?"

Charlotte Lingling wished everyone would forget her existence; her entire mind and heart were devoted to raising her three hundred sons to adulthood, after which she would emerge again and unify the four seas as Pirate King.

How could she possibly show her face?

To appear now would be to abandon her plan halfway—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 wish to meddle in the sea's conflicts. Please convey my congratulations to Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen. That's all for now—I still have to feed the children."

Before Kaido could reply, Charlotte Lingling immediately tossed the Den Den Mushi into the sea, lest her whereabouts be revealed.

"Damn Kaido, wait till I get you—Pirate King is mine, World King is mine, everything on this sea is mine."

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

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

And how could Kaido have boasted so shamelessly?

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

Hardship—true, unbearable hardship!

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

Every morning, Charlotte Lingling's first act upon waking was to cook with her old lover, Long Bread; after breakfast, it was already lunchtime.

After lunch, it was already dinner time.

After supper, Charlotte Lingling could finally rest.

She had endured this for eight full years.

The only consolation: her three hundred sons grew strong and healthy; just eight more years, and they would repay their mother.

Then, three hundred steel balloons—who in this world could stop Xia Luote Charlotte Lingling's dream?

World King—she would become it!

Meanwhile, all information regarding Xia Luote Charlotte Lingling, Long Bread, and the three hundred sons appeared before Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen at once.

Though the wedding date drew near,

for Barzab, he need do nothing—every detail of the wedding would be perfectly arranged by others; he merely needed to appear and marry.

"Captain, here is the intelligence on Charlotte Lingling's Legion."

Charlotte Lingling's Legion is the collective term for the three hundred descendants she bred in bulk using her own bloodline factors, with assistance from Vinsmoke Gatz.

"According to Dr. Vegapunk's assessment, each individual of Charlotte Lingling's Legion possesses combat power equivalent to a first-generation Peacekeeper."

"Approximately one-fifth the power of the latest-generation Peacekeepers."

As Yuzhi Xiliu finished speaking, Stussy immediately retrieved the organized dossier.

"My Lord Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen, here are all recent movements of the Blackbeard Club."

Barzab took the file, and upon seeing that Blackbeard himself had traveled to the East Blue to capture the ten-year-old Koby and bring him back to the South Blue, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Well done."

If the Desert King Koby fell into Blackbeard's hands, he'd suffer some pain and beatings at most.

But if Kobi is a descendant of the Celestial Dragons, falling into Blackbeard's hands would mean more than mere suffering.

Blackbeard bears a blood feud with the Davy family, and for years he has suffered without opportunity for revenge—now he has finally caught a Celestial Dragon.

Kobi's fate from here on out is easy to imagine.

Death is mostly a release.

Although Saint Saint Saiwen now has more points than he can spend, over eight years he has sold an average of seven pure gold rings per month, accumulating over sixty million points.

But the bounty on the Desert King is only ten thousand points.

Yet Saint Saint Saiwen's success stems precisely from never forgetting his roots—even ten thousand points are still points.

Even the leg of a mosquito is meat.

Remember, Saint Saint Saiwen personally executed Torao years ago; now he only needs to eliminate the Desert King Kobi 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 thoroughly tortured by Blackbeard, so Saint Saint Saiwen's hands stay clean.

Besides, with Lafitte around, Kobi won't be killed outright by Blackbeard.

After stowing away the Blackbeard Club's intelligence, Saint Saint Saiwen's gaze refocused on the Charlotte Legion.

"It says… they're mentally deficient?"

"Yes, Captain," Yuzhi Xiliu explained. "Only Dr. Vegapunk has mastered the complete genetic cloning technique; Gazi… is at best half-baked."

"The Charlotte Legion grown from Charlotte's genetic factors are nearly all idiots; according to the merchants who deliver goods, they obey Long Bread more than Charlotte Lingling."

"I see." Saint Saint Saiwen had already made his decision.

The Charlotte Legion may be stupid, but they obey orders, and each possesses considerable strength—they can be understood as three hundred Whitebeard Second Generations.

"Captain, shall we strike now?"

"Not yet," Saint Saint Saiwen shook his head. "Wait a while—I'll go speak with Long Bread."

Right now, nothing is more important than getting married.

Even if Im the Old Bastard returned, Saint Saint Saiwen would first enter the bridal chamber, then cut Im down with one slash.