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Chapter 1112: Executioner
Chapter 1112: Executioner
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Indiscriminate cannon explosions reduced the harbor’s buildings to cinders and reduced the town ahead to rubble. Flames roared, turning the settlement into a blazing inferno.
Mass death engulfed the crowd. Under this relentless cannon fire, bodies shattered into fragments or were hurled hundreds of paces, left broken and motionless.
Though their bodies had grown far sturdier than ordinary humans, they still fell within the realm of mortal flesh. And these were cannonballs from a Capital Ship—no common foe. Even those with enhanced strength could not withstand them.
If even the Headquarters’ Navy soldiers couldn’t stop this bombardment, how could ordinary people survive?
All present Vice Admirals bore witness to this carnage.
Borsalino finally turned his head away, unable to watch further. Mercy had always been his nature.
Doflamingo’s face tightened, his usual ferocity shadowed by a flicker of inner turmoil.
Among the Navy, Aokiji was famed as the cruelest—not even hesitating to shoot subordinates who defied orders or abandon the ideals of Justice. Yet even he would hesitate to annihilate a hundred thousand lives on command.
A hundred thousand lives!
Even under coercion or threat, who could issue such an order?
But Kuro did.
And without hesitation.
Once, they thought Kuro’s ruthless Pirate Slaughter tendencies made him a model Navy officer. Now they saw—he would slaughter anyone without pause if it served his goals.
Klah’s hand trembled. Though earlier he’d been thrilled to join the Pacifista deployment, witnessing this bloodbath now chilled his core.
Too many!
When this bombardment ended, how would they explain the aftermath? Didn’t Kuro care about his own ambitions? His entire philosophy was rooted in winning the people’s support.
How could he justify killing so many?
“What’s on your mind?”
Amidst the cannon fire, Kuro glanced sideways at Klah’s troubled expression and asked.
“Vice Admiral Kuro…”
Klah hesitated. “With so many casualties, if the upper echelons demand answers—”
“I’ll take responsibility,” Kuro cut in. “Their own people rejected them. The possessed were already doomed to mutual slaughter and destined to birth a great grudge-spirit. It’s the same outcome, early or late. Delaying only wastes time.”
He added coldly, “If the higher-ups can’t do the math themselves, I’ll calculate it for them.”
“But the World Government will hear of this,” Klah cautioned. “Moer Gangs defied orders. This could damage your reputation.”
“Reputation?” Kuro rolled his eyes. “Since when does the Navy chase reputation? Want honor? Become a bureaucrat.”
You didn’t used to talk like this, Klah grimaced inwardly. The man who once valued face more than heaven itself now speaks shamelessly?
“Don’t you feel guilt?!”
Suddenly, Brant’s severed head on the island roared. “You should feel guilt! You Navy scum killed thousands! You can’t pretend this doesn’t haunt you!”
Wave after wave of explosions turned the packed crowd into sacrificial lambs. Each cannonball tore gaping wounds through the masses—like a cake savaged by a knife, leaving jagged hollows where life once clustered.
Brant’s words stirred Borsalino.
Yes, they were Navy—protectors of the people. Yet here they were, executioners of innocents. Whether coerced or not, this crossed every ethical line.
“Spare me,” Kuro exhaled smoke. “Back home, there’s a saying: Among ‘citizens,’ there are two kinds—‘the people’ and ‘the enemy of the people.’ In this case, whether they accept it or not, whether we acknowledge it or not, they’ve already become ‘the enemy.’ Let them run rampant, and they’ll still slaughter each other under this old fiend’s control. Either way, agony. So I’ll end their torment for them. Simpler that way.”
The people were divided, but he’d keep that truth buried.
In this world, the grand narrative was binary—Navy versus Pirates. Navy protected the people; Pirates plundered them.
Debating the people’s moral nuances? No one would understand. So why bother?
Kuro had long forgotten such theories, abandoned here in this realm where such philosophies had no place.
The deed was done. The choice made. Now it was forward, full speed ahead—to prove results!
“Continue!” Kuro hissed through gritted teeth, glaring at the skull. “Better that you die. If you don’t, I’ll ensure you never die!”
Devil Fruit users’ words could not be trusted—truth or lies, none could judge.
But Kuro couldn’t gamble.
If he did nothing, letting the possessed slaughter each other freely, the next town would suffer the same carnage.
Either way, death. Either way, slaughter. The operator mattered not.
Better Brant died. If not… Kuro had already planned it—immortality through torment.
“I’ll carve you into a human pincushion,” Kuro’s voice froze the air, “and lock you in a box. Eternal life. Forever.”
Klah opened his mouth to protest—eternal? Impossible—but swallowed his words at Kuro’s rage.
What he didn’t know was… Kuro’s Heaven’s Treasure Vault held treasures few could imagine.
Treasures like Pure Gold—the legendary metal that granted near-eternal life. Its light slowed aging to a crawl, freezing time itself.
A blessing? Perhaps. But not in Kuro’s hands.
A pincushion, paralyzed in a sealed tomb… Who could bear such endless torment?
No matter one’s willpower—
Days? Months? Years?
No.
Kuro would measure his suffering in centuries.
This was the price for deceiving him—forcing him to become executioner.
So Brant better not have lied.
Otherwise, Sky’s floating continent still needed a living exhibit.
Better no one earned that “honor.”
(End of Chapter)
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