Chapter 1098: Hate!
Chapter 1098: Hate!
The Navy Major spoke with righteous indignation, his face twisted with fury, eyes blazing crimson with defiance.
He wasn’t truly Sazil’s subordinate—both had come from Headquarters, temporarily assigned to this team. According to Navy hierarchy, their pairing followed standard protocol.
Not everyone had an elite faction. Elites were like sworn brothers; only mutual recognition could forge a “faction.”
The Navy Major carried his own pride. Initially, he had respected Sazil—his character was commendable, his demeanor generous, and he belonged to Kuroadmiral’s faction. It seemed acceptable to follow someone like him.
But now? The more he thought, the more bitter he felt.
What qualifications did this man have? No notable combat records. Back when Sazil trained as a new recruit at Headquarters, he had already been a Major. Now Sazil was a Commander, yet he remained a Major!
Was it just favoritism?! That wasn’t how the Navy worked!
He himself had bled and battled through life-and-death skirmishes with pirates day after day to earn his rank. How long had Sazil even been in the Navy? What gave him the right to command?!
“You’re too reckless!” the Navy Major shouted. “When you heard a World Noble was here during patrol, you rushed over without hesitation! Don’t you know what scum World Nobles are? You just want to cozy up to him to climb the ranks in the Navy! You’re a disgrace, a lapdog of the World Nobles!”
“What nonsense! I came to stop chaos! I wanted to control the situation! How was I supposed to know there’d already been a battle? Don’t you realize if a World Noble is attacked here, an Admiral will come?! Do you want this island erased from history?!”
Sazil roared back, his voice sharp with fury: “Why don’t you respect me?! By rank, you’re just a Major—I’m the Commander! Have you forgotten the chain of command?!”
“I refuse to acknowledge you! Ask the others—do they follow you?!” The Navy Major bellowed, turning to the crowd.
“Enough!” another Navy yelled. “Mo Dima Major—no, Mo Dima! I don’t respect you either!”
A Lieutenant, his eyes bloodshot, spat: “What are you even worth? You just complain all day while we do the work! Do you think anyone respects you for hiding behind your Major’s rank?!”
“You dare provoke me, Lieutenant Wa Lunding?!” Mo Dima growled, gripping his blade and snarling.
“You think I’m afraid of you?!” Wa Lunding shot back, raising his gun to point directly at him.
Their tension ignited like fire on oil, spreading through the Navy like wildfire.
One Navy abruptly dropped a wounded comrade he’d been supporting, letting him crash to the ground. The fallen soldier gasped, glaring as he spat:
“Hey! Sa Ka Ding! You still owe me money from last time! When the hell are you paying up?!”
“Money?!” the injured man shot back. “Last time you invited me to eat, I paid! Then when I asked you to cover a tab for me, you said I owed you?!”
“That’s because you asked me first! I never begged you for anything! And don’t act like you’ve paid me back for everything else!”
“You owe me too!” the wounded man snapped.
Each Navy, once comrades-in-arms, now bickered like petty, selfish strangers. Accusations flew, tempers flared, breaths heaved, and eyes burned crimson.
Whoosh!
A Navy finally snapped, swinging his saber at another. Like a spark to powder, the entire group erupted. Crimson-eyed, they turned on each other like mindless beasts, friend and foe indistinguishable.
“Stop it! We’re Navy!”
Sazil sensed the disaster. Suppressing his rising fury, he dashed forward, his body hardening into Iron Body, intercepting every strike.
Clang!
He halted the last Navy’s blade with his foot, slapping the man’s face: “Are you mad?! He’s your comrade!”
“Comrade?!” Mo Dima hissed, lunging from behind to cleave down at Sazil’s back.
Clang!
The blade rang against Sazil’s Iron Body.
The attack reignited Sazil’s suppressed rage. He twisted his head, lips curling into a feral grin. “Looks like I’ll have to beat obedience into you!”
“Why should we obey?!”
Mo Dima’s cry became a chorus. Weapons turned toward Sazil, voices roaring in unison.
“Fine!” Sazil snarled. “I’ll show you what true respect means!”
He kicked the disarmed Navy away, then pivoted, throwing a punch that thundered like cannon fire.
Boom!!
“Hahahaha!!”
High atop the Clock Tower, a figure lowered his telescope, eyes gleaming as he watched the white-clad chaos below. He grinned, baring his teeth in ecstasy.
“Yes! Yes! Turn on each other! Reveal your inner darkness and ugliness! Hate! Hate! When you awaken, you’ll see only a ruined hell. You swore to protect these people, fought alongside these comrades—and now you’ll destroy them! How hilarious! How delightful!”
He flailed his arms wildly, his voice trembling with joy. “Will you hate? Regret? Realize your failures? Or fall into the deepest abyss of hatred, seeking to destroy everything?! Tell me!”
Crack!
His fist clenched, crushing the air itself. Blue veins bulged on his arm.
“The World Noble’s dead! An Admiral will come! If it’s Borsalino—no, it must be Borsalino! Will he rage at this sight?! That man… that man!!”
The telescope dropped, revealing eyes as crimson as blood. He gritted his teeth, whispering through clenched jaws: “That man is one I must revenge!”
(End of Chapter)
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