Fleet Admiral Sengoku stopped paying attention to the three Admirals beside him.
"The arrogant arrogance of the pirates must be crushed."
Fleet Admiral Sengoku spoke coldly, each word like a heavy hammer striking the hearts of everyone present.
In his mind, he already had a meticulous plan, with its sights set directly on the uncrowned king of the seas—Whitebeard.
This legendary pirate, with his overwhelming strength and unparalleled dominance, had become the spiritual pillar in the hearts of all pirates.
Fleet Admiral Sengoku knew deeply that to resolve this Great Pirate Era, he had to eliminate him.
"But before the actual plan is set in motion, the other Emperors must also be dealt a blow first," Fleet Admiral Sengoku thought coldly.
Although the Four Emperors competed with each other, they might also unite when facing the common enemy, the Navy.
Therefore, striking them down one by one and weakening their strength was the wiser choice.
"The Big Mom Pirates have been overreaching lately."
Fleet Admiral Sengoku brought up the Big Mom Pirates, one of the Four Emperors. This pirate crew, structured like a family, had been growing increasingly active at sea in recent years, posing a growing threat to the Navy.
"We must make them understand that this sea is still dominated by the Navy."
Fleet Admiral Sengoku's words were filled with an unyielding authority; he was determined to restore the Navy's dignity.
As Fleet Admiral Sengoku's voice fell, the Vice Admirals below became stirred with excitement.
Many among them, such as hawkish leaders like Doberman, were fired up with passion. They craved battle, eager to prove the Navy's strength.
Seeing the high morale of the naval officers, Fleet Admiral Sengoku nodded slightly, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.
However, his expression quickly turned serious again.
To deal with powerful enemies like the Emperors, only Admiral-level combatants could handle the task. He turned his gaze to the three Admirals.
Fleet Admiral Sengoku's eyes moved between the three Admirals, finally settling on Kizaru, who seemed lost in thought.
Kizaru's lazy demeanor, as if he could fall asleep at any moment, made Fleet Admiral Sengoku shake his head slightly before he quickly glanced away and moved on.
Sengoku knew well that someone like Kizaru, who always seemed to be just punching the clock and slacking off, wouldn't be eager to take on such a troublesome mission.
Next, Fleet Admiral Sengoku's gaze landed on Aokiji.
In stark contrast to Kizaru, Aokiji was no longer dozing; his expression had become serious.
Fleet Admiral Sengoku nodded slightly, acknowledging Aokiji's attitude.
However, in his mind, the one most suited for this mission was Akainu. Akainu's tenacity and determination allowed him to remain decisive when facing any enemy.
But just then, as Fleet Admiral Sengoku's eyes swept to the side, he witnessed something unbelievable.
Roy slowly stood up.
His voice carried a hint of playful nonchalance: "Ara~ Well, I guess I'll take care of Big Mom's territory."
At these words, not only Fleet Admiral Sengoku but also Akainu and Aokiji beside him showed expressions of disbelief.
They all knew Kizaru's personality and were well aware of his usual attitude toward missions.
Thus, when Kizaru volunteered himself, they were all quite surprised.
Garp, who had been dozing off, snapped his eyes open upon hearing Kizaru's words.
He burst into laughter, as if witnessing something amusing: "Ahaha! That's a rare sight!"
His reaction clearly showed his surprise and curiosity at Kizaru's initiative.
"I really do try to help Sengoku-san with his worries, you know. I often work overtime even on my days off," Roy grumbled, feigning indignation.
"Who's going to believe that?"
Several people present, including the Vice Admirals, all thought the same.
They had never seen Roy volunteer so proactively before, nor did they know why he had suddenly changed his attitude.
Fleet Admiral Sengoku watched this scene, pondering to himself. He understood that although Roy was usually lazy, his strength was not to be underestimated. Moreover, with the mobility granted by the Glint-Glint Fruit, he was essentially invincible.
Sengoku decided to give Kizaru a chance to see what kind of surprise he might bring.
Thus, he nodded slightly, approving Kizaru's request. "Very well. Since you're so confident, you can go. But remember, proceed with caution."
"Don't worry, Fleet Admiral Sengoku." The corner of Roy's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a calm smile.
At this moment, he was indeed in a rather good mood, but it wasn't because his personality had suddenly changed.
In truth, the reason he was so enthusiastic about taking the initiative was, of course, driven by benefits.
Just then, a system notification sounded: "Group member Roy has started a live broadcast."
Instantly, the usually quiet chat group became as lively as a pond disturbed by a thrown stone.
"Ah, the big shot is here!" someone shouted excitedly.
"Long time no see, Kizaru-san!" another quickly followed.
"Finally starting a livestream, Kizaru-san!" Greetings and words of anticipation flooded in like a tidal wave.
Roy smiled, watching the constantly refreshing messages in the chat group with amusement.
In reality, the reason he had unhesitatingly decided to attack one of the powerful Emperors was precisely to start this live broadcast and earn precious points through it.
After all, to successfully traverse to other fascinating worlds, such as the Conan world or the Naruto world, a substantial amount of points was required.
Thinking this, Roy couldn't help but get lost in thought.
He felt a particular longing for the Naruto world, which he dreamed of visiting.
That world held numerous powerful abilities, such as the Sharingan, Yang Release, Yin Release, and others—all abilities that were incredibly enticing.
Meanwhile, Tanjiro was staring intently at the chat group, his face filled with confusion and curiosity.
He had just passed the grueling selection and officially become a member of the Demon Slayer Corps, his heart surging with unprecedented excitement and pride.
For Tanjiro, this was not only a turning point in his personal destiny but also a solid step towards his goal of protecting his sister.
In the group member list, Tanjiro's gaze involuntarily lingered on a name respectfully called "the big shot" by others.
This name appeared frequently in the group, and every mention of it was accompanied by the awe and admiration of the other members.
It was said that this person possessed extraordinary strength and was a powerful being who readily helped others.
Tanjiro pondered to himself, "If this big shot is truly that powerful, I wonder if I might be fortunate enough to receive some guidance from him. Perhaps it could help me take my swordsmanship to the next level."
Thinking this, a glimmer of anticipation shone in Tanjiro's eyes.
In another time and space, Roy stood on the deck of a massive warship, the salty sea wind blowing against him.
Beside him were several Vice Admirals, also dressed in naval uniforms, their expressions solemn.
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