Behind Enel appeared a squad of armored guards carrying weapons.
Judging from their attire, they were patrol guards from Birka City.
Seeing them, Enel's face turned pale, his expression tinged with fear.
"Well, looks like your injuries have healed enough for you to walk again," the lead guard sneered.
"Wingless mutt, didn't I tell you never to appear in front of me? Every time I see you, I'll beat you. From childhood till now, you still haven't learned your lesson."
He spat venomously, "No surprise you're stubborn. Your life's tough enough that you've managed to live this long alone—but it doesn't change the fact that your mother bore you with a Blue Sea man."
"Tsk, tsk, pitiful Enel."
"How many times have you been beaten since you were a kid? And still, you don't learn."
"That's what happens when you have lowly Blue Sea blood."
Onlookers whispered nearby—but their voices were filled with schadenfreude.
Creed's eyes narrowed. No wonder Enel's body bore wounds and bruises on his limbs—it wasn't from a day or two.
So that was it.
From childhood till now, he'd been beaten and bullied endlessly.
No wonder, after getting the Goro Goro no Mi, he destroyed all of Birka.
This was the wound of his life.
No warmth. No compassion. Only pain and cold indifference.
Even the kingdom's own guards treated him like this.
Anyone growing up in such an environment would become a tyrannical dictator, filled with hatred for their homeland.
Human nature starts good—
But after years of injustice and resentment, it warps into something monstrous.
That Enel could still keep a trace of kindness at this point was remarkable.
Perhaps in the years ahead, something would happen to shatter that kindness completely, turning him into the Enel from the original story.
From that story, it was clear—
Even after destroying Birka, Sky Island itself was just a place of sorrow for him.
That's why he built the golden ship Maxim—to leave for the moon, Sky Islanders' so-called "Endless Vearth."
…
"Get out of Birka. Since you can't learn your place, I'll just cripple one of your legs today."
The lead guard raised his sword and swung viciously for Enel's leg—clearly intending to sever it.
Enel's face turned deathly pale.
But in that instant, his attacker was sent flying.
Ain had moved.
The guards froze. "Blue Sea people?"
The guard who'd been kicked struggled to his feet, glaring at them. "So you're with him."
Only now did they notice Creed and Ain.
The man's expression darkened—he'd been struck by a "lowly" Blue Sea person.
"Kill them!" he roared.
The other guards drew their swords and rushed in.
Then—
A flash of cold light.
They froze mid-attack, a fingertip-sized hole bored clean through their foreheads.
Bodies thudded to the ground.
The street fell silent for half a minute.
"Ahhh! The Blue Sea people killed someone!"
"Murder! Murder!"
Screams tore through the air as the crowd scattered in panic.
The lone surviving guard on the ground turned pale, shrieking, "Blue Sea man, you're done for! You're done!"
"Too noisy."
Creed silenced him the same way.
He'd never show mercy to anyone who tried to kill him. If he didn't have strength, he'd be the one lying dead.
This world was always survival of the fittest—power ruled all.
Enel stared wide-eyed. They'd… actually killed.
At that moment—
A squad of Birka Kingdom soldiers, drawn by the commotion, arrived. Seeing the corpses, their leader's face darkened.
He pulled a large shell from his pocket and blew into it.
A sharp, piercing sound echoed across Birka City.
Moments later—
Thud-thud-thud-thud!
A flood of footsteps approached. Kingdom soldiers formed a tight ring around the three of them.
Seeing the bodies in the blood, their faces twisted with rage.
"Lowly Blue Sea people! You dare kill the Kingdom Guard?!"
"You'll pay with your lives!"
"Bury them!"
Rows of hollow muzzles pointed their way.
Sky Island had guns, but instead of gunpowder they used Impact Dials, firing compressed air blasts more powerful than gunpowder shots.
Creed's eyes narrowed at the sight. "I hate having guns pointed at me."
He glanced at the dense formation. "Too many people—it's making the air unpleasant. Let's reduce the numbers."
His gaze hardened. A crushing wave of power burst from him—
Conqueror's Haki"!
…
(End of Chapter)
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