"You said… the dead were garbage?"
Roldy stood before the Celestial Dragon.
Six CP agents lay at his feet.
Their skulls crushed.
Blood soaked his trousers.
His once-pristine white suit was drenched crimson.
"You—you dare?" she stammered. "I am a Celestial Dragon!"
Her fear warred with arrogance.
"You lay a hand on me, and a Marine Admiral will hunt you down! Zephyr! Sengoku! Your family will suffer! But if you kneel now… become my slave… I may forgive you. You can still become a Vice Admiral ."
Roldy smiled.
So did Shiki.
"Jihahaha! Looks like the Celestial Dragon's on my side!" Shiki shouted. "Go on, boy. Do what you truly want."
He blocked Garp's path, twin blades drawn.
"What a wonderful day, isn't it, Garp?"
"Move."
Garp's eyes were bloodshot.
"Now now. Why ruin such a historic moment? You should smile more."
Roldy clenched his fist.
Then released it.
A crushing sadness welled up inside him.
"Sorry… Zephyr."
"I guess I won't be becoming an Admiral."
Dragon reached out.
"Roldy —don't!"
Too late.
An abyssal killing intent erupted.
He roared.
A single blood-red tear slid down his cheek.
"I've hated you… from the very beginning!"
His fist came down from above.
The Celestial Dragon—
Became a smear of flesh and bone.
No scream.
No final words.
Only impact.
Blood splashed upward—
And stained his tie.
The tie he treasured most.
The birthday gift from Zephyr.
It was dirty now.
Forever.
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