Chapter 54: Dimensional Strike

Sorbet Kingdom

Sorbet Kingdom, the northeastern sea region.

The Donghai Dihuang.

Saint Saint Saiwen is assigning tasks to the crew.

"Mr. Mihawk, you and Mr. Ichi stay on the ship. A tiny Sorbet Kingdom isn't worth us deploying three Great Swordsmen."

If the Morning Star Pirates' three main forces clashed, even the Navy Headquarters would have to take notice; a decrepit kingdom in the South Sea is indeed not worth such a massive mobilization.

In fact, if he lowered his moral bottom line, Saint Saint Saiwen alone could slaughter his way through the entire kingdom.

Mihawk nodded slightly; he never liked trouble. With this spare time, he might as well study 108 ways to drink iced tea.

"Captain, please be careful." Little Robin, standing beside her mother, waved her hand.

Master Tenghu smiled: "May your wishes be granted. To be honest, I can't wait to see Mr. Kuma."

Ever since learning of Kuma's legendary actions as the "Loving King" at God Valley and the countryside church, Master Tenghu has held him in deep admiration, wishing to talk with Kuma all night and sleep with his feet touching.

Now, the Captain is finally going to act.

Master Tenghu naturally had nothing to worry about; even a stubborn man like him was attracted by the Captain's charisma, so Mr. Kuma surely would be too.

"Mm, stay in touch."

As the words fell, Saint Saint Saiwen's figure turned into Lei Ting, slicing through the sky at extreme speed, flying toward the direction of the Ducheng.

Tonight the moon is dark and the wind high; it is a good night for physical purification.

Ducheng, the royal palace.

The current king, Bekori, wearing a golden crown, lay lazily on the Wang Zuo, below him were maids posing seductively and commoner women who had been coerced.

As the king of the Sorbet Kingdom, a World Government member state, Bekori did not have the qualification to go to the Holy Land Mary Geoise to attend the World Conference.

This made him feel very depressed.

The World Government has over 170 member states, but only 50 of them are representative nations allowed to attend the World Conference.

Who could blame Sorbet Kingdom for being poor? If it were a great nation like Alabasta...

Thinking of Alabasta, Bekori felt nothing but envy, jealousy, and hatred; his features began to twist from excessive jealousy.

"King Cobra's ancestors were truly utterly foolish. They could have become Celestial Dragons, living in the Holy Land Mary Geoise and enjoying supreme rights, yet they insisted on returning to Alabasta..."

"Why am I not a Celestial Dragon!"

Power, once tasted, can never be let go; those who have enjoyed it can never quit the thrill of controlling everything, they only crave power more.

Craving greater power.

Bekori understood that being king of a nation was his limit; there was no room for further ascent.

Even if he truly felt unwilling, there was no way.

Until he accidentally learned that one could bribe Celestial Dragons to obtain qualification to attend the World Conference, Bekori went completely mad.

Imitating the operations of other kings, Bekori split the Sorbet Kingdom in two, preparing to send the saved Heavenly Gold to the honorable Saint Elaine, my lord.

He only wished to attend the World Conference once.

Once is enough, just once.

Facts proved success was waving at him; after splitting the kingdom in two, he only needed to save for ten years to gather enough Heavenly Gold.

As for how many citizens would become slaves within those ten years? How many families would be destroyed, how many children would starve to death? Who cares?

Boom—thunder rumbled and lightning flashed.

Bekori was startled, waving his hand irritably.

"Get out, all of you, get out."

Watching the direction the maids left, Bekori's killing intent nearly solidified into substance.

"Bury them all."

They have already earned death by frightening this king.

However, the guards who usually guarded the Wang Zuo at all times were now silent.

Boom—boom—boom—

Above the Ducheng, a violent thunderstorm tore the night sky apart, purple lightning dancing wildly like dragons and snakes.

The tall silhouette suddenly appearing before the Wang Zuo made Bekori's face pale; he shrank onto the Wang Zuo, not daring to move a muscle.

What virtue or merit do I have to warrant the personal visit of an Emperor of the Sea with a bounty of three billion?

"Don't... kill... me."

Saint Saint Saiwen spoke with an amused tone: "Ah↗ ha↘"

"Can you tell me why you split the kingdom in two?"

Bekori shook his head frantically, tears and snot mixed together: "I won't do it again, I won't do it again."

Pfft—

The Plasma Sword, which had not appeared for a long time, its sword light like a shadow, cleanly severed one of Bekori's arms, even thoughtfully cauterizing the wound to stop the bleeding.

Saint Saint Saiwen looked down from above at King Bekori, who lay collapsed into a heap on the Wang Zuo.

"You seem not to have understood my words."

While Bekori trembled all over, he finally realized what the other was asking: "I wanted to bribe Celestial Dragons to obtain... qualification to attend the World Conference."

After a long while, Saint Saint Saiwen spoke softly.

"You are so stupid it's almost cute. Can qualification for the World Conference be obtained through bribery?"

"Remember this in your next life; the weak have no choice. Only after a nation becomes strong will the World Government consider inviting you to attend the World Conference."

"Idiot."

Crack~

A thunderbolt as thick as a python, thrown by Saint Saint Saiwen at Bekori, exploded him and the Wang Zuo into powder.

The foolish king refreshed Saint Saint Saiwen's understanding of the intelligence level in the Pirate World: how could a person be this stupid? Even thinking of bribing the Celestial Dragons.

The Celestial Dragons take whatever they see.

With the radio wave amplification, Observation Haki covered the entire Ducheng; Saint Saint Saiwen could summon Lei Ting at any moment to strike precisely any position he wanted.

After forcefully suppressing the kingdom's army, Saint Saint Saiwen extended two fingers.

"First, invite the former king, Burdogg, to the palace—note, invite. Second, bring all the noble officials in the Ducheng here."

"If anyone resists, I will act."

"You lot, understand?"

The members of the kingdom's guard corps nodded frantically, then quickly moved to execute the orders.

At first, some nobles really did resist, but when several resisting nobles were struck by thunderbolts descending from the sky and turned into charred corpses, the news spread, and no one dared to make a sound again.

In the original timeline, Enel used exactly this method: monitoring the entire Sky Island with his Heart Net, anyone who spoke ill would get struck by lightning.

The majesty of Lei Shen crossed time and space, descending upon the Ducheng.

One by one, the noble officials came to the palace obediently, like gentle sheep.

The entire process took less than an hour.

Only the guard squad sent to invite the former king, Burdogg, took some time; finally, crying for their fathers and mothers, they knelt and carried Burdogg to the royal palace.

Before the power that was a dimensional strike, the transfer of royal authority encountered no accidents.

Being able to become king, Burdogg was naturally no mediocrity; he knew even better how to seize opportunities and borrow momentum.

Taking advantage of Saint Saint Saiwen's forceful military suppression, Burdogg purged his former political enemies and rapidly promoted his own people, firmly controlling military power.

"Mr. Saint Saint Saiwen, I am still somewhat uneasy."

Burdogg showed worry on his face: "If you leave, what if the nobles launch a coup?"

Saint Saint Saiwen glanced sideways: Old man, if it weren't for Kuma, you would already have earned your death.

"Then replace all the nobles with your own people."