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Chapter 1267: Chaos Like Welcoming Guests
Chapter 1267: Chaos Like Welcoming Guests
Whether it's the Worst Generation or the so-called "New Four Emperors", in this era where the World Government has heavily publicized Kuro's resolution of the Four Emperors Era, those controlling the propaganda machine naturally refuse to let the "Four Emperors" title resurface. The rising young brats are all referred to as the Worst Generation now.
Yet the most formidable among them are still colloquially called the "Four Emperors" by the common folk.
In just one year, they've seized territories, boosted their reputations, and gathered numerous pirate crews under their banners, expanding their domains to terrifying proportions.
Technically, their territories aren't as vast as those of the old Four Emperors, but tempered by blood and fire, their elite strength far surpasses the pirates of the Four Emperors Era—even eclipsing the old Four Emperors themselves!
If the Navy attempts an all-out war now, they might suffer a crushing defeat. Even the Golden Lion, who personally ended the Four Emperors Era, might be forced into retreat in this crucible of chaos.
"Bullshit."
Kuro tossed the newspaper aside, leaning back with a cigar clenched between his teeth.
"Who wrote this? The World Economic News Bureau? Did Moer Gangs' pigeon let just anyone sign a contract? Klah, make a call. Remind them to pay that pigeon a visit if they run into him."
"Understood, Kuro-sama."
Klah, standing by, nodded and noted the request.
"Kuro, aren't we there yet? Where exactly is Law's territory? Reaching his domain means finding him, right?" Lida asked beside him.
"Of course it's not that simple. If pirates could be found just by tracking their territories, it'd be too easy."
Kuro explained, "The reason pirates can't be eradicated has two main causes. First, the Grand Line itself—let's skip that for now. Second, they're too good at hiding. Pirates shouldn't have territories in the first place. From the Four Seas to the first half of the Grand Line, every pirate starts with just a ship, seizing treasures through plunder. Only this cursed New World even talks about territories, and those are stolen anyway. Occupying a territory doesn't make them any less pirate. The best approach is to strike directly at their leaders. Otherwise, you're stuck playing hide-and-seek."
"Ohhh."
Lida nodded vaguely, then said, "Then we just need to find Law, right?"
"You're making me regret wasting words on you."
Kuro rolled his eyes, ignoring her as he turned to Klah. "Where are we?"
Klah glanced out the window, thinking briefly. "Kuro-sama, we've only just departed. But there's an island ahead—it belongs to the 'Hafi Pirate Crew,' which has gained some recent notoriety."
"Hmph? What's their deal?"
"Nothing special. Just another pirate crew that seized an island. Rumor says they came from the first half of the Grand Line, overthrew the previous crew here, and settled down."
"Alright, let's check it out. If it's full of pirates, bring out my laser cannon and blast them."
"Understood, Kuro-sama."
Lida asked, "Are there many crews like this? It feels like every place we go after leaving Wano Country is crawling with pirates."
"Duh. This is the New World, the pirates' stronghold. There's no shortage of them." Kuro exhaled smoke. "But it's no big deal. One pirate, one kill. With the Navy launching full-scale wars above, we don't need to worry about sparing anyone. If they cross paths with us, it's just bad luck."
Klah nodded. "This is standard in the Grand Line. Even during the Four Emperors Era, when things were relatively stable, such chaos occurred. Now that it's this chaotic, spectacles like this happen daily. The 'Hafi Pirate Crew' is perfectly normal. In the New World, a single battle isn't enough to hold a territory. Typically, after seizing an island, a crew must endure four or five more attacks—external assaults from rival crews, internal betrayals, spies, and so on—just to maintain control. And even then, it's only temporary. Islands here often see different pirate flags every other day."
"Sounds like hosting guests one after another", Kuro quipped.
Klah fell silent.
He suddenly pointed at the island silhouette through the floor-to-ceiling window ahead. "Kuro-sama, that's the 'Hafi Pirate Crew's' base island. We—"
He paused, noticing something. Hurrying to the window, he grabbed the telescope, adjusted its angle, and turned back.
"Kuro-sama, there's combat happening. About six pirate ships exchanging cannon fire. The island's flag has changed—the 'Hafi Pirate Crew' must've been wiped out."
"Perfect timing."
Kuro narrowed his eyes, smirking. "Bring the ship closer. Tell the crew to haul out the old man's laser cannon. Haven't used it in ages—don't want it rusting."
"Understood, Kuro-sama."
...
On a Grand Line island, a power struggle had erupted.
The original rulers, the 'Hafi Pirate Crew,' had been overthrown in a pirate-on-pirate massacre. Their captain was dead, the rest surrendered. But before the victors could even claim the Devil Fruit, another pirate crew arrived. Before they could initiate combat, yet another crew descended upon the Grand Line, resulting in six pirate crews now locked in chaotic conflict.
This was inevitable.
Since the Navy's decisive strike against the Four Emperors last year, the Grand Line had grown increasingly chaotic. The New World had no remaining rules to bind them. Every pirate's sole ambition was to carve a piece of flesh from the New World—whether it was already on someone else's plate or still attached to their body.
No one could stop them. Those who could once deter or intimidate them were long dead.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Cannonballs rained madness across the sea, surging from ship flanks. The six pirate captains focused intently, deflecting incoming fire—some with fists, others with blades cleaving through iron.
Naval combat alone couldn't decide the battle.
"Landfall!!"
One captain roared, steering his ship toward the island.
If the sea couldn't resolve it, they'd settle it on land!
Victory meant claiming the island—plundering as they pleased.
Territories? Seize first, worry later. Plant your flag, and even if another crew takes it later, you still profit.
The other crews likely shared the same thought, all steering toward the island.
Just then, a distant streak of blinding white light descended upon the sea, engulfing all six pirate ships in its glow.
In an instant, the white light swept across the waves. The six pirate ships vanished without a trace, leaving nothing behind on the Grand Line—as if they'd never existed at all.
(End of Chapter)
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