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Chapter 1115: The Feudal and Capitalist Generations
Chapter 1115: The Feudal and Capitalist Generations
When issuing orders to eliminate so many people, Kuro himself was prepared that affirmation would invite reprimands.
But he had expected Yi Xiaobrother to be the one questioning him, not Kuzan sending Garp over to investigate.
What a pointless inquiry!
Kuro wasn’t even part of the Navy anymore. He couldn’t be bothered to explain himself. If someone truly couldn’t stomach his actions, they should just rejoin the Navy already. If they weren’t going to return, who cared about their nagging? What was the point?
Even if Kuzan returned, he’d only be an Admiral—maybe even needing to start as a Vice Admiral again. Kuro himself was already an Admiral. Why should he take orders from someone without the proper rank to address him?
“Mr. Kuro.”
A voice rang from outside the office door as Kas and Wilbur entered, their faces etched with concern—one a bearded man, the other with a short mustache.
“Mr. Kuro, I’ve heard everything,” Kas said. “The higher-ups are extremely dissatisfied with your decision. They’re confronting you about it, even comparing this to Ohara. They’re labeling you as an extremist.”
“Let them talk. Eventually, they’ll understand. In such situations, anyone would have to make a choice. Conversely, failing to act would only lead to far greater casualties.”
Kuro, biting on a cigar, continued, “As for Ohara, they’re missing a key point—the fundamental nature of this world has never been one of saints and sinners. In a world dominated by feudal and capitalist systems, what significance do places like Ohara or Flevance really hold?”
To Kuro, Ohara was like someone confronting an emperor, saying, “Hmph! I’ve discovered the dirty secrets of your rise to power! I’ll expose them publicly—just wait!” And the so-called “secrets” were eight hundred years old.
As for Flevance, it was similar—World Government had investigated its Poison Lead a century ago and confirmed its dangers. But the World Noble family refused to act. The nobles wanted money, after all.
So World Government naturally kept silent. It wasn’t their nation—when the ruling family rejected action, World Government had no choice but to comply, concealing the truth to collect more Heavenly Gold until the tragic consequences erupted a century later.
What did this prove? That feudal and capitalist systems devour lives.
Understanding this world’s essence so clearly, Kuro’s sole wish was to retire peacefully. Deeper involvement in such matters would be far more exhausting and guilt-inducing than personally issuing orders to eliminate hundreds of thousands.
No wonder he had earned Gramps’ trust. Fundamentally, they were the same kind of person.
Kas and Wilbur exchanged grave glances, their bodies stiffening at Kuro’s rare direct words about the world’s nature.
Was this a sign that Mr. Kuro’s impatience had grown even stronger? Or… did they need to accelerate their plans?
“Alright, nothing to worry about. Rumors and reputations don’t matter. I’m an Admiral. If higher-ups demand explanations, that’s my responsibility alone.”
As an Admiral, Sakazuki could only request explanations, not impose punishment. Sanctions would require approval from World Government itself.
As for whether his reputation might lead to demotion, Kuro didn’t care either way.
He hadn’t acted wrongly—this was a forced choice. If higher-ups ignored it, that was normal. But even if they did demote him, Kuro wouldn’t consider it a loss. Though such an outcome seemed unlikely.
This Admiral position had been directly passed down by Gramps, his rightful succession. As long as World Government didn’t suspect him of rebellion, Kuro affirmation wouldn’t face demotion.
Promotion to Fleet Admiral? Uncertain. But removal from Admiral status? Equally improbable.
This wasn’t arrogance—it was fact. He commanded too many subordinates, carrying the weight of an entire faction. Demotion would force World Government to consider the political fallout, and Kuro himself would need to justify his actions to his faction.
Daily complaints and chaos were acceptable, but serious matters required strict attention.
“Alright, dismissed. By the way, you two really ran far. Both stationed in the New World, yet you came all the way to its earlier half.”
Kas replied, “Mr. Kuro, we had a mission.”
“Ah?”
Wilbur nodded. “We received news that some Impel Down fugitives were spotted recently in Dominica Kingdom—truth uncertain. We came to investigate. Now it seems, it must’ve been Brant.”
Kuro paused, then shrugged. “You two can run. Your bases are in Green Bit and Kolf, both acceptable near Dressrosa in the New World. Why travel to the earlier half? Forget it… you have your own reasons.”
While the Navy had its jurisdictional zones, that didn’t prevent freedom of operation. As Vice Admirals, they could go as they pleased.
Otherwise, how had Smoker, stationed at G-5, chased pirates to Vegapunk Hazard? It wasn’t about zones—it was about rank.
When Kuro was a Commander, he could freely operate in the Grand Line First Half and the Four Seas, but not the New World. His rank and base location had restricted him. Now, with sufficient power, he could even enter the Four Emperors’ territories—assuming he survived.
His own Xian Yu cultivation mattered, but he couldn’t hinder his subordinates’ work.
Capturing more pirates would enhance their records.
But since Kuro had already eliminated the targets, those opportunities vanished.
A good thing, though. He bore no burden as the executioner, but for Kas and Wilbur, such actions might haunt them for a long period of time.
They were hot-headed idiots, unpredictable in such situations.
“Alright, return to base. I expect higher-ups will demand personal explanations. You two go back directly—I’ll handle the upper echelons to prevent the World Nobles from escalating this,” Kuro said.
Boom!
As he spoke, a deafening crash erupted outside, shaking the entire office.
“What’s happening?”
The group’s brows furrowed. Kas and Wilbur’s eyes flickered with red points, instinctively scanning the upper positions.
“Strong men.”
“Life aura is intense.”
Kas and Wilbur spoke in sequence.
Just finishing his report, Klah was heading toward Kuro’s office with documents when he suddenly froze, instantly rushing out from the corridor and throwing open the building’s main doors.
Outside, a seven-meter wingspan eagle descended from the sky, its flapping wings generating fierce air pressure that made nearby ships tremble.
The eagle landed, its form shifting into a three-meter-tall figure. Surrounded by Navy forces, he declared loudly, “I am Dominica’s envoy officer. By the King’s decree, I invite Admiral Golden Lion as honored guest!”
(End of Chapter)
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