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Chapter 1314: It's Already Chapter 1,308 – I Thought Someone Among You Wouldn't Come
Chapter 1314: It’s Already Chapter 1,308 – I Thought Someone Among You Wouldn’t Come
The chaos across the Grand Line intensified. Naval and pirate battles grew increasingly frequent – in the New World, on the Grand Line, and throughout the Four Seas, combat erupted every moment.
The New World had lost two of its new Four Emperors, while the Navy suffered Akainu’s defeat. Neither side accepted their losses gracefully, each determined to prove their supremacy, escalating the conflict further.
Across the Grand Line, wherever influence could be felt, strange figures began appearing.
They raged about toppling tyrannical nobility and kings, showing up on every island in varying numbers. They ignited wars, mostly joining Revolutionary Army battles against the King’s Army and CP forces.
They called themselves something-or-other Corps, but no one in the Grand Line cared. Most assumed it was another move by the Revolutionary Army.
The Revolutionary Army had finally revealed its hand!
Amidst the growing chaos, a bombshell news spread across the Grand Line:
Shanks – Red-Haired Shanks – would be executed by the new Golden Lion Fleet Admiral!
Execution?!
The last of the old Four Emperors era would finally be dragged out as a trophy to boost prestige for Golden Lion’s new Fleet Admiral position?
If Shanks faced execution, would the Red Hair Pirates mobilize entirely for a final showdown with the Navy?
But could the Red Hair Pirates even pull that off now? Their captain had already been captured.
This news, while shocking, barely registered compared to the Grand Line’s current chaos. More people were getting dragged into war – no one had time to care about old legends anymore.
The New Marine Headquarters had been completely evacuated. Everyone who lived there had fled, and the massive fleet of ships once docked here had vanished. Not just the headquarters itself – every inhabited area around it had been forcibly cleared, leaving the surrounding Grand Line increasingly desolate.
The two massive archways at the New Marine Headquarters had been demolished to create a colossal plaza. A steel execution platform was under construction at its center, though still incomplete.
At the port, Marines stood in tight formation, awaiting someone. These weren’t Headquarters personnel – their uniforms bore ivory-white shield insignias on the chests, and their faces were expressionless. Only the officers in front showed any variation, standing at attention.
The Headquarters still required temporary administrators to handle affairs, so these officers remained. Their current duty? Receiving the Seven Warlords of the Sea.
A capital ship approached and docked at the port.
“Tina-miss, this is for you!”
Two Marines disembarked, both wearing heart-shaped sunglasses. Zangao and Fenbodi each carried a bouquet, rushing toward Tina who had just stepped off the ship, speaking in unison.
“I don’t need them.”
Tina brushed past them, her tone icy. “Throw them away. Tina doesn’t need flowers.”
Zangao and Fenbodi’s faces darkened, their bodies stiffening awkwardly.
“Haha, quite the entertaining Marines we have here.”
A voice sounded from behind Tina. A half-fishman with long, drooping mustache approached, smiling politely. “Tina-miss, your subordinates have spirit.”
“You may address me as Vice Admiral Tina, Joe Rudolph. And yes, you’ve finally arrived at Headquarters.” Tina crossed her arms, the cigarette in her mouth twitching as she exhaled smoke.
“Of course, Vice Admiral Tina. I won’t impose further.”
Joe Rudolph saluted with a palm-to-chest gesture, then strode toward the Headquarters building.
Watching his back, Tina shook her head, murmuring, “The last one… I wonder if this is acceptable.”
The Seven Warlords of the Sea, once Kuro’s combat power, had naturally been conscripted.
Kuro had given them two choices – come alone, or bring subordinates. Life or death held no meaning on the battlefield.
The Seven Warlords reacted differently, but all had agreed to come.
Tina’s responsibility was escorting ‘Deep Diver’ Joe Rudolph.
Guided by other Marines, Joe Rudolph entered the Headquarters building, soon arriving at a grand hall. A massive round table dominated the room, with Marines standing respectfully nearby, visibly tense with sweat on their brows.
Around the table sat several figures.
A man with slicked-back hair and a stitched scar across his nose bit a cigar, swirling wine in his hand. His expression was dark and brooding.
‘Desert Emperor’ Crocodile.
Beside him sat a man with crossed legs, wearing high heels and a scarf covering his mouth. His sharply upturned eyes held only cold indifference.
Current Big Mom Pirates captain, Charlotte Katakuri.
Next to Katakuri sat a woman sitting upright with regal elegance, though keeping distance from the table as if unwilling to associate. Her disgust was palpable beneath her haughty beauty – her long robe split at the waist revealed shapely legs, her every movement exuding grace that captivated all.
Snake Princess Boa Hancock.
At another side, a man with a massive red nose gorged himself on food. Lifting his head mid-chew, he flashed a malicious grin toward Joe Rudolph.
Thousand-Lion Coin Doker, Buggy.
Beside him, a man in a dining napkin cut his steak methodically.
White Admiral Sam William.
Further down, a man sat with legs crossed, his hat pulled low to cover his upper face as if napping, a massive black blade resting on the table beside him.
Hawk-Eye, the World’s Greatest Second Swordsman, Dracule Mihawk.
“I suppose I’m the last.”
Joe Rudolph chuckled, taking a seat at the round table. He gestured to a nearby Marine, “Bring me a bottle of rum.”
“You’re not late. The main guest hasn’t arrived yet.” William smiled.
“Ah.”
Joe Rudolph nodded, glancing around. “Golden Lion, the Admiral… no, Fleet Admiral now. Hasn’t he arrived?”
“He wouldn’t wait for us. We wait for him.” Katakuri replied coolly.
“Tch.”
Boa Hancock clicked her tongue, instinctively biting her thumb. “That man still hasn’t come? This one has many questions for him!”
Dracule Mihawk lifted his head slightly but remained silent.
Buggy’s eating paused briefly before he buried his face deeper into his meal.
The round table fell into an awkward silence – some eating, some posing.
“Yo, looks like everyone’s here.”
A voice shattered the stillness. The group stirred. William and Joe Rudolph turned to see a man emerging from the hall’s far end.
He wore a golden dress uniform, his navy hooded cloak wider and more imposing than before. Striding toward the round table, he declared:
“I thought… someone among you wouldn’t come.”
The current Fleet Admiral – Golden Lion.
(End of Chapter)
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