Morgans's strong, powerful talons shot out and snatched the manuscript away.
His ink-stained claws, carrying overwhelming force, slashed fiercely across the headline.
The original title, Red Hair Loses His Seat as an Emperor, was violently crossed out, and on the still-warm newsprint, a line of savage, blood-red characters was left behind.
The Four Emperors Reshuffled! Red Hair Is Out! But the One Who Truly Makes the World Tremble Is—Ron, Lord of the Divine Kingdom!
"Not strong enough! It needs more spice!"
Morgans laughed wildly as he tore off his own bow tie, his feathers instantly flaring into an excited fan shape.
It was as if endless energy had been poured into his body, making him even more worked up.
He grabbed the photography Transponder Snail and repeatedly pressed the shutter at his own distorted face.
The flash flickered nonstop across his features, freezing his exaggerated expressions one after another.
"Put my shocked reaction face on the front page! For the subtitle, write—Exclusive Revelation: Does the Divine Kingdom Possess Enough Military Power to Destroy Marine Headquarters?!"
Morgans shouted his instructions, his voice full of confidence and pride.
"P-president! That hasn't been verified yet…"
The female editor wearing glasses spoke carefully to remind him. Her voice trembled slightly, and worry showed in her eyes.
But before she could finish, Morgans swept his wing, and the powerful gust forced her backward.
The air current was like an invisible wall, pushing her several steps away.
"Verified?"
Morgans gave a contemptuous sneer, then leaped down onto the world map.
His talons stamped hard on the position of Wano, his eyes full of decisiveness and daring.
"News has to be faster than Marine cannonballs! Now go dig up gossip about the Lord of the Divine Kingdom immediately—didn't I hear he had a secret meeting with Empress Hancock last week?"
Time flew by amid the tense rush of work.
When the first sample paper finally slid slowly out of the printing press, the entire room seemed to fall silent in an instant.
Everyone held their breath, their gazes fixed on the newspaper that had just been born.
Morgans also quieted down.
He stared at Ron's profile on the front page, a complicated and deep emotion appearing in his eyes.
His beak opened and closed slightly as he murmured to himself,
"Sea… remember this day. Journalism has finally run ahead of the era…"
Yet while everyone was still immersed in that brief silence, Morgans suddenly puffed up again.
He roared in fury,
"Bastards! Who replaced my coffee with hangover soup?!"
His voice shattered the calm once more, throwing the entire headquarters into a new round of chaos.
...
Across the sea.
Newspapers carrying earth-shaking news scattered down like falling snow, dense and endless.
Like magical messengers, they quickly spread to every corner of the Divine Kingdom's territory.
In an instant, as though some invisible force had been ignited, the Divine Kingdom erupted into a wave of passionate celebration like a mountain roar and a tsunami.
Inside a lively tavern, the lights were dim and warm, and the rich aroma of ale filled the air.
A tall, burly man sat there with his face flushed red. His eyes shone with excitement, and he gripped an old wooden mug tightly in his hand.
Suddenly, he slammed it hard onto the floor.
The mug shattered with a crisp crack that stood out sharply amid the noisy surroundings.
Golden ale splashed everywhere like fireworks bursting open.
The strong man then raised the armband embroidered with the Divine Kingdom's emblem high into the air, his voice loud enough to almost break through the roof.
"Did you hear that? That once-untouchable Red Hair has now been kicked out of the Four Emperors by our great ruler!"
His words were filled with pride and satisfaction, and the people around him were instantly infected by his emotions, responding one after another.
At the same time, enormous loudspeakers had been placed along the streets, continuously broadcasting solemn yet stirring announcements.
The deep voice echoed throughout the entire district, allowing everyone to hear the thrilling news clearly.
The clever, lively newspaper boys darted through the crowd like a flock of happy birds.
They waved the newspapers in their hands and shouted loudly,
"Extra! Extra! Latest news! The Divine Kingdom's flag has been raised across the entire North Blue!"
The excited crowd immediately gathered around.
They lifted the newspaper boys high into the air, tossing them upward as though welcoming victorious heroes.
Cheers rose and fell, each wave louder than the last.
In that heated atmosphere, the crowd's passion reached its peak.
From every window, colorful flowers and brilliant ribbons poured down like waterfalls, landing on people's heads and shoulders, as if dressing the whole world in a festive cloak.
The entire Divine Kingdom was immersed in a sea of joy.
Everyone felt incomparably proud of this great moment.
...
At the same time.
On the North Blue, howling winds swept across the sea, raising layer upon layer of towering waves as if they meant to swallow everything in the world.
And before that violent force of nature, Germa 66's castle, like an enormous steel beast, was breaking through the waves of the North Blue with magnificent momentum.
Spray burst high into the air as it advanced like a fearless warship toward an unknown distance.
Crack—
A crisp, sharp sound broke the silence inside the castle.
Vinsmoke Judge's broad, powerful hand suddenly tightened, crushing the exquisite wine glass in his grasp.
Amber wine dripped like broken pearls through the cold metal gaps of his mechanical arm, falling slowly to the floor and forming a small puddle.
His eyes were fixed tightly on the newspaper's front page, madness and excitement flashing within them, and then he burst into a wild, unrestrained laugh.
"Do you see it, Niji?! This is the enlightened ruler we chose after careful consideration! He is our hope for the future, the key to our rise into glory!"
Inside the spacious, brightly lit command room, a massive tactical screen stood at the center, displaying a detailed real-time map of the North Blue.
Every tiny island was clearly marked, and now those islands all glowed with blue points of light representing Divine Kingdom rule. They were like brilliant stars in the night sky, announcing the continued expansion of the Divine Kingdom's influence.
Nearby, Ichiji still wore his cold expression, but at that moment, a crack of fanaticism finally appeared on his mask.
He raised his head slightly, looked firmly at his father, Judge, and said calmly,
"Father, the South Blue's Krai Kingdom remains stubborn. They have openly refused to surrender to us."
"Then let them witness the glory of God!"
Judge swung his hand sharply, his movement decisive and powerful.