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Chapter 1230: Abandon Fantasy!
Chapter 1230: Abandon Fantasy!
Kas’s roar was so powerful that the rage within it was visible, causing the white energy behind him to surge violently, reflecting his turbulent emotions.
“How what?” Wilbur asked curiously.
“You’ll see for yourself!”
Kas handed the headphones to Wilbur with a furious expression. Wilbur put them on, and within moments, he closed his eyes, a faint smile forming on his lips.
“Hehe…”
Like someone lost in a beautiful dream, Wilbur chuckled. After a few minutes, his brows furrowed. He opened his eyes, removed the headphones, and stared at them. His expression was complex—first wistful, then twisted with anger. Finally, he sighed heavily and tilted his head back.
“If only it were real…”
As he spoke, he loosened his grip. The headphones fell, but Yin Lawa lunged forward just in time, catching them mid-air. He rolled twice on the ground, clutching them tightly as he shouted angrily, “What are you doing?!”
“Nothing,” Wilbur said, looking down at Yin Lawa. “Just realizing these things have no real value to us.”
“No value? Then why did you listen?!”
Yin Lawa’s teeth clenched so hard they nearly shattered. “You bastards don’t understand what the Ideal Village is! I thought you might be allies, but you rejected my kindness. Now you insult the Ideal Village itself! Lapdogs of the World Government—how could you ever grasp such ideals? You’re unworthy!”
Kas lifted his head, his eyes narrowing as he glared at Yin Lawa. The white energy behind him surged wildly, as if on the verge of exploding.
“Unworthy?”
Yin Lawa hesitated, but before he could reply, Kas’s voice thundered even louder. The bearded man’s gaze bore down on him, eyes burning with rage—and something deeper, more indescribable.
It was the same look Yin Lawa had seen in the eyes of those who’d been insulted on the Grand Line. But this man’s fury was far more intense.
“Unworthy?!!” Kas roared again, his voice rising. He fixed Yin Lawa with a piercing stare. “Tell me—what do you see in your so-called Ideal Village?”
Under that gaze, Yin Lawa answered without thinking: “Of course, there’s so much! Different races living together without discrimination. People who fight alongside me every day. On the Grand Line, everyone strives together to realize the Ideal Village.”
“That’s all?” Kas asked.
Yin Lawa nodded, his voice softening. “That’s all.”
“Donald!”
Without turning, Kas barked an order. Donald, gripping his cross spear, strode into the shadows, dragging out a lightly injured pirate from the fallen. He revived the man and shoved him forward.
“Tell me!” Kas snapped, glaring at the pirate. “What’s your Ideal Village?”
Dazed and groggy, the pirate stammered, “F-freedom to plunder… endless treasure… and women. To be a hero in my hometown.”
Kas turned back to Yin Lawa. “Confirmed.”
“Confirmed what?!” Yin Lawa demanded, but Kas cut him off with a scathing declaration:
“You’re not ideals—you’re fantasies! Empty dreams!!”
Yin Lawa’s eyes flared. “How dare you call us fantasies?! We’ve all worked for our ideals! The ultimate goal of the Ideal Village is to grant everyone the right to dream freely! We live in our ideals and realize our dreams freely!”
“I don’t fixate on this ugly reality like you do! The name ‘Ideal Village’ was the wish of the Red Officer. She wanted everyone on the Grand Line to find happiness—a noble cause! How could you possibly understand?!”
Kas said nothing. He simply asked, “Eat what?”
“What?” Yin Lawa blinked, confused.
“I asked—what do you eat?”
“Food, obviously!”
“Who produces it? No, simpler—who cooks it?”
Kas’s gaze grew colder. “You eat cooked food, right? Do you eat raw meat in your Ideal Village? Who cooks for everyone else?”
“Themselves!” Yin Lawa snapped impatiently. “What’s your point?!”
Kas’s eyes widened, his roar shaking the air like a shockwave:
“Simple! I’m asking—are you eating in reality… or in your dreams?!!”
“In reality, of course! Dreams can’t fill your stomach!”
Yin Lawa’s voice faltered as the last word—“belly”—lodged in his throat. He froze, paralyzed on the ground.
“Dreams can’t fill your belly, huh?” Kas’s tone turned icy. “Then where does your food come from? Can your dreams, your Ideal Village, conjure food out of thin air?”
Yin Lawa shook his head instinctively, then hesitated. “We’ll find ways to get food.”
“What ways? Steal? Rob? Cheat?”
Kas’s eyes didn’t blink. “In a world where everyone lives in an Ideal Village, who will labor? Who will cook? Who will prepare your food?”
“Where do you live? Who repairs broken houses? Who gathers materials? Who protects you from danger? You? How much can you even protect?”
Suddenly, Kas laughed, spreading his arms wide. “Oh, I get it now. It’s just a dream. As long as you dream, life and death don’t matter. As long as you dream, food, shelter, and danger are irrelevant. Dreams give you everything. Your greatest dream… is just to dream well!”
“Don’t insult the Ideal Village!”
Yin Lawa could take no more. He lunged at Kas, but Donald tightened his grip on the cross spear. Before he could act, a blur moved faster—a hand slammed onto Yin Lawa’s head.
“Tenfold!”
Bang!!
Wilbur’s palm smashed Yin Lawa’s cheek into the ground, carving a crater.
“Don’t move,” Wilbur said, holding him down.
No matter how Yin Lawa struggled, he couldn’t escape Wilbur’s grip. The stubbled Navy officer’s strength was immense!
Wilbur had consumed the Multiply-Multiply Devil Fruit and cultivated it for years, far surpassing his former limits. His ability to grow objects tenfold had evolved further, no longer limited to physical objects.
While he lacked Kas’s Speed-Speed Fruit acceleration, his own body could now amplify its strength tenfold. Combined with Kas’s tenfold speed, they were a force of both speed and power.
“Insult the Ideal Village?” Kas shook his head, his gaze sharpening. “You’re the ones fantasizing! You have no real plan. You think imagining a world of love and peace is enough? It’s fake! All fake! Even your dreams differ—every class dreams differently! What does that mean?”
“The nobility dream of nobility. Civilians dream of survival. Beggars dream of scraps. Pirates dream of piracy. Your classes don’t even mix! Nobles can dream of becoming world nobles or kings of mighty nations, while civilians are lucky if they avoid taxes! That’s not an ideal—it’s a fantasy! A delusion! I thought the Grand Line might’ve already birthed comrades of Kuromr., even earlier than him. Maybe even greater. But now I see my mistake. I’m ashamed. I feel deep guilt toward Kuromr.—and your insult to me!!”
“How can your utopianism compare to those of us who’ve walked the path of ideals in reality? Can dreams alone suffice? Kuromr. once told someone to embrace ugliness. Now I say the same.”
Kas pointed his finger at the sky. The figure in the navy hooded cloak suddenly loomed larger, a visible torrent of white energy laced with crimson surging heavenward.
“Abandon Fantasy!!!”
Kas’s voice shook the wilderness. “Ideals are forged through action, not imagination! Across the heavens, only Kuromr. embodies true greatness and sacredness!”
Yin Lawa’s eyes rolled back. He nearly fainted from the overwhelming aura—
Conqueror’s Haki!
(End of Chapter)
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