But after everything that has happened, he is now uncertain whether Umbrella Corporation can create another miracle this time.
If they really do create another miracle, to be honest, he can't even imagine how good Umbrella Corporation's reputation will become.
Perhaps he can be compared to Rocks, who was once thought to be able to dominate the seas and become the king of the world, and the King of the Pirates, who sailed the seas and ultimately discovered the secrets of the world?
At that time, a being whose strength, reputation, and status far surpass those of the Emperors of the Sea, standing at the pinnacle of this sea... the harm it would cause to this sea and the threat it would pose to the World Government are unimaginable.
Is a new King of the Pirates about to be born?
The various changes that have occurred recently have made him wonder if this is the meaning of the arrival of a new era.
A God of Sun, unlike any in legend, has appeared!
After the meeting ended and everyone else had gone to carry out their tasks, however, Sengoku did not leave the meeting room.
Instead, he stood up, smoking a cigarette with a melancholy expression, and gazing at the night outside the window.
His face was filled with complex emotions, melancholy, lamentation, and a hint of barely perceptible expectation, but he didn't say a word, just quietly gazing out the window.
He listened quietly to the sound of waves crashing against the shore and felt the night breeze blowing in from the window.
After smoking an unknown number of cigarettes, the moment a ray of sunlight shone through the window, the previously silent Sengoku snapped out of his thoughts.
Looking at the light bathing him, he narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured to himself: "Is it dawn?"
As soon as those words were spoken, countless rays of sunlight shone in, and the originally dark night became bright in an instant.
Sengoku casually tossed the half-smoked cigarette into the sea, then rubbed his face, instantly brightening his tired expression.
He walked to a chair, picked up the cloak of justice that had been casually tossed on the back of the chair, and with a flourish, draped it over his shoulders.
At this moment, the weariness, melancholy, and emotion that had been on his face vanished, replaced by a unique aura emanating from him, the aura of a Fleet Admiral.
Sengoku, his face serious and eyes sharp, walked towards the door with his hands behind his back, coldly addressing the Marines guarding the entrance: "The time is almost up. Public execution... It's time to begin!"
...
On this day, when that ordinary ray of sunlight, so common every day, fell upon the sea.
The sea, which had been quiet all night, seemed to come alive again at this moment, starting a new day.
Although the exact time for the public execution is still some time away, everyone is already eagerly anticipating this grand spectacle that has been in preparation for three months.
Would the blood of Rocks regain freedom, or would it truly become a part of history?
Everyone is eagerly anticipating the start of this momentous event that will reshape the world order.
...
At the same moment, on a certain sea area along the Grand Line.
On a desolate island, covered with yellow sand and rocks, Monkey D. Dragon, the founder and leader of the Revolutionary Army and known as the world's worst criminal, sat in his simple office with a gloomy face and cold sweat on his forehead.
He crossed his arms and rested them on the old desk, in front of his chin, as if he were deep in thought.
"Boss, are we really not going to help Sabo and the others?"
A woman with a hot figure and a red top hat with goggles, frowned, her voice filled with anxiety.
"We've received word that Umbrella Corporation has made it clear they won't get involved in this incident. Even if the Whitebeard Pirates intervene, it will be extremely difficult for them to succeed!"
Dragon: "..."
Faced with his companion's question, Dragon did not answer immediately.
Instead, he maintained the same expression and posture as before, quietly lost in thought.
After a while, seeing that Dragon still had no reaction, the woman thought that Dragon had not heard her and opened her mouth to ask again.
"Calm down, Betty."
Dragon pulled himself out of his thoughts, raised his head slightly, and looked at the woman in front of him, who was also one of the five commanders of their Revolutionary Army, the commander of the east army, Belo Betty, and said: "I know you're in a hurry, and to be honest, I'm just as anxious, but now is not the time for us to make a move."
He shook his head, and that steady, magnetic voice rang out again.
"If the commander of the Revolutionary Army gets involved, the war could spread to the entire sea. You should know that we are different from the Whitebeard Pirates and the Umbrella Corporation."
"Although we have found many like-minded partners and our strength has increased a lot over the years, you should know that we are still no match for the World Government."
He sighed and said, "Once our army appears at public executions, the situation on the high seas... will become even more dangerous. Sending Sabo and Koala is already the best we can manage."
Betty: "..."
Upon hearing Dragon's words, Belo Betty also fell silent, and her previously anxious heart calmed down considerably.
She also realized that Dragon was right!
However, everyone was still a little frustrated about sending Sabo and his crew to face such great danger.
To be honest, they were terrified when they heard that Sabo planned to infiltrate Impel Down.
Do you need to know where that is?
That's the world's most secure prison!
If Sabo's plan fails, or even if he is captured, it would be a heavy blow to the Revolutionary Army!
Belo Betty opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end, only a long sigh escaped her lips as she looked at Dragon before her. "So what should we do now?"
"Continue to infiltrate the various affiliated countries, gather more like-minded partners, and wait for the right opportunity. As for the rest..."
Dragon seemed to sense something, slightly raised his head, looked at the sunlight shining in from outside the curtain, and a faint smile appeared on his face. "Leave it to the wind!"
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