Chapter 51: Trivial Pain

Marine Headquarters, Marineford.

Admiral's Office.

Before and after the Ohara Buster Call, the Marine high command underwent a series of personnel changes, finally forming a stable structure of one Admiral and three Fleet Admirals.

The former Headquarters Vice Admiral, Borsalino, was promoted to Fleet Admiral for rescuing Celestial Dragon Saint Elaine, with the codename: Yellow Monkey.

The former Headquarters Vice Admiral, Sakazuki, was promoted to Fleet Admiral for executing the Ohara Buster Call, with the codename: Akainu.

The former Headquarters Vice Admiral, Kuzan, was promoted to Fleet Admiral for executing the Ohara Buster Call, with the codename: Aokiji.

With the three Fleet Admirals in place, this should have been a joyous occasion, but upon receiving a phone call, Fleet Admiral Sengoku's brow was filled with confusion.

"What are they doing in the Sorbet Kingdom?"

Regardless, dangerous elements like the Morning Star Pirates must be monitored in every move; Sengoku pondered briefly and replied.

"Be sure to remain calm; simply monitor the movements of the Morning Star Pirates. Do not engage them in conflict."

In the Great Pirate Era, the Marines cannot focus all their attention on the Morning Star Pirates, which has only three crew members; pirate crews with vast power, like the Whitebeard Pirates, are the Marines' primary focus.

Furthermore, the Four Seas are the Marines' territory.

As a former member of the Luo Jie Pirates, Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen could not possibly fail to understand this principle; this is why all Great Pirates are in the second half of the Grand Line.

Boom~

The office door was suddenly kicked open, startling Sengoku who was still pondering; especially upon seeing the intruder casually searching for snacks, Sengoku immediately flew into a rage.

"You bastard, Garp!!!"

Garp glanced at his old comrade: "Who provoked you?"

Having worked together for many years, Garp was extremely familiar with his old comrade's habits; under normal circumstances, Sengoku should have shouted: Garp, leave some for me.

This abnormal situation now clearly meant something had driven him to anger.

"Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen has gone to the Sorbet Kingdom."

"The South Blue?" Garp grinned: "I'll head to the South Blue to meet the brat from Luo Jie's ship."

Sengoku hesitated for a moment, then nodded; although Garp had a host of flaws, the justice he held firmly in his heart was unquestionable.

"Remember to take this year's annual leave."

The fact that Garp had a grandson was a conclusion Sengoku reached through observation; roughly starting last year, Garp would buy a pile of children's toys every so often and send them back to his hometown, Windmill Village.

The reason he did not bring it up was that Garp's son, Dragon, had also been a member of the Marines, but now serves as the leader of the Revolutionary Army.

"When do you depart?"

Before the words had fully left his mouth, Garp had already grabbed a pile of snacks: "Departing now; my Iron Fist is already eager."

"I cannot let the brat from Luo Jie's ship turn this sea upside down; he must be imprisoned in Impel Down as soon as possible."

After Luo Jie's death, Garp experienced a period of life without a goal, truly feeling empty and lonely, and Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen became the new goal Garp selected for himself after Luo Jie.

Sorbet Kingdom, Eastern Seas.

The Donghai Dihuang.

Saint Saint Saiwen sat at the bow, pondering how to resolve the Sorbet Kingdom's current dilemma.

If it were not for inviting Big Bear and Jin Ni to board, he would have been too lazy to care.

But there was no choice; every crew member is a living person with independent consciousness.

Saint Saint Saiwen was not a human succubus; simply standing there would not make the crew members bow and worship, clamoring:

Please, let me on the ship; if you don't let me on, how will I live from now on?

Overthrowing the current King Bekori's rule is easy; the difficulty lies in what comes after the overthrow.

Saint Saint Saiwen's current plan is: storm the palace, physically purge the rulers including King Bekori, and then install the former king, Bulldog, on the throne.

During Bulldog's rule: the Sorbet Kingdom had a rich spiritual life, but the drawback was poverty.

During Bekori's rule: the nobles in the north of the Sorbet Kingdom lived in luxury, while the countryside in the south faced high-pressure rule, and the people could lose their lives at any moment.

Being poor is better than having no life.

"Ding, the item you consigned: Xiong Xiong Fruit, was purchased by a Valoran user; you gained 54,000 points; your point balance is 54,070."

Saint Saint Saiwen gasped in shock.

"Valoran... another platform rich guy."

【Compared to this group of rich guys, I am simply so poor I'm jingling; I'm embarrassing the transmigrator.】

Possessing enough points to purchase the Lunarian bloodline, Saint Saint Saiwen immediately thought of what reason to use to invite Big Bear and Jin Ni to board.

"Come on, Brother Big Bear."

"You are a descendant of the nearly extinct Pacifista race; I am a descendant of the soon-to-be-extinct Lunarian race; let us overthrow the World Government together."

Rising and instantly flashing to the captain's cabin, Saint Saint Saiwen opened the Shangcheng Direct Sales Realm interface.

【Lunarian Bloodline: 50,000 points; a certain part of your body will emit fire; when the flames burn, defense +100%; when the flames extinguish, speed +100%; gain the ability to generate and control fire...】

An excited heart, trembling hands.

Following the Glutton, Innate Super Strength, and Steel Balloon, the Lunarian Bloodline is about to make Saint Saint Saiwen an existence without any flaws.

Recovery, physical constitution, bloodline talents... all pulled to top-tier configuration.

More importantly, it is the adaptability to extreme environments; even if he falls into the deep sea in the future, he need not fear drowning.

And the Lunarian talent for generating and controlling fire is equivalent to consuming a Mera Mera Fruit on top of the Goro Goro Fruit.

"Purchase the Lunarian Bloodline."

"Ding, purchase successful; your bloodline modification will begin immediately; estimated time: 24 hours; friendly reminder: bloodline modification will be accompanied by immense pain..."

"Countdown 3... 2..."

Saint Saint Saiwen muttered dismissively.

"Trivial pain... Ah!!!"

A heart-piercing agony suddenly struck; Saint Saint Saiwen's eyes rolled back and he fainted dead away. Centered on his body, red-black Haki tore through the sky, expanding in a flawless three-hundred-and-sixty-degree radius.

On the Donghai Dihuang, Nico Robin, Nico Olvia, and two Ohara scholars chatting in the open-air banquet hall immediately collapsed into sleep.

Fish in the nearby waters flipped their bellies, drifting from the deep sea up to the surface.

Master Tenghu shot to his feet, gripping his gambler's cane tightly: "Mr. Mihawk, my Observation Haki cannot perceive the surroundings."

"Do not move; I will go see."

Mihawk quickly released the helm and leaped from the deck straight to the captain's quarters at the stern.

There he saw Saint Saint Saiwen floating unconsciously in midair, his body engulfed in Xiong Xiong flames; apart from his black cloak, his clothes had long since burned to ash.

"Mr. Mihawk? The captain..."

Mihawk's brows knitted tight; not knowing how to describe it, he went downstairs to fetch Master Tenghu and began recounting Saint Saint Saiwen's condition.

"The captain is wrapped in raging flames, yet those flames have caused no harm to his body. I suspect... perhaps they are flames generated by himself."

Master Tenghu tilted his ear: "What color is the captain's hair?"

Mihawk was slightly taken aback: "White."

"White?" Master Tenghu's Face Grows Serious, as if sinking into memory: "The captain should have no wings on his back, right?"

During their time together, Master Tenghu had used Observation Haki to sense Saint Saint Saiwen's approximate height and build and had never detected wings growing on his back.

"No wings." Mihawk was extremely perplexed.

Flames erupting from his body, hair color, wings on his back—Master Tenghu asking these things seemed to imply he knew something.

After pondering for a moment, Master Tenghu spoke slowly.

"In my youth, I saw a race similar to the captain in ancient texts within the Blue King's palace, but they should have had a pair of wings on their backs."

Mihawk narrowed his eyes slightly, scrutinizing the area behind Saint Saint Saiwen for a moment, and made a new discovery.

"The trails of those burning flames are somewhat blurred; they look as if they are wings composed of fire."

Hearing this, Master Tenghu's furrowed brows relaxed.

"If my guess is correct, the captain must be the Lunarian race once called 'God'..."

"'God'?"