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Chapter 623: My Beloved Postal Region's Descendants Are Getting Hardier by the Day
Chapter 623: My Beloved Postal Region’s Descendants Are Getting Hardier by the Day
Grande Port, Ice Island.
The weather in the New World is even more unpredictable than in Paradise. If Paradise’s weather patterns become noticeable once you enter a specific sea area, the New World’s conditions remain a mystery until you’re practically on the island’s doorstep. Even within sea areas, the weather can suddenly intensify.
“Huh, it’s a bit cold.”
As the Golden Lion entered the sea area, Lida hugged herself on the deck, her body shivering.
Ahead of the Golden Lion, a massive ice-covered island emerged into view.
On the snowbound island, howling winds carried hexagonal snowflakes that landed in Palm’s outstretched hand.
“Wear something thicker.”
Kuro watched the snow melt in Palm’s palm, then gestured to a nearby Dougleg Navy officer.
“Go get some thick hooded cloaks. This crappy place is colder than expected.”
Soon, the officer returned with heavy hooded cloaks, which were draped over Kuro and his companions.
The Golden Lion now anchored at Grande Port’s harbor.
This island’s only port city shares its name—Grande Port—while the island itself remains unnamed. Other villages dot the landscape, but all roads lead to this bustling urban hub.
Though under Navy jurisdiction, intelligence gathered by Klah paints a different picture: this place resists control due to its “fierce local customs.”
Centuries ago, this island earned its reputation as a “pirate breeding ground” in the New World. Survival here hinges on “plunder.” Leadership is determined through combat—might makes right.
High intelligence might earn you the role of “prophet,” but never “leader.”
Kuro couldn’t help but think of the “Viking savages” from his past life—fearless pirates who kept raiding the seas even after the Navy’s arrival.
Conversely, the G-3 fortress boasts countless valiant Navy warriors, men with nothing but battle on their minds. Over recent decades, this trend has intensified since Garp’s promotion to G-3.
This is partly why Kuro brought Kas along.
Such a rich recruitment ground deserves subtlety rather than brute destruction.
A ramp lowered from the ship’s side, and a procession of Navy troops marched onto the port. The 3,000-strong division deployed in full force, quickly filling the harbor.
But the port was empty.
Desolate.
Kuro scanned the area. The scene mirrored G-3’s decay—abandoned ships coated in dust, fishing nets and harpoons left to rot. This place hadn’t seen visitors in ages.
Focusing on the town’s heart, Kuro frowned at the dense cluster of life auras.
“Move out.”
He led the way into the town.
Stores lined the streets, their stale fishy scent barely perceptible. The empty stalls once overflowed with fresh catches, but now only faint traces of bloodstains lingered.
A few vendors sold meager piles of berries and wild vegetables, but supplies were scarce.
In the central plaza, a circle of people knelt silently, hands resting on their thighs, eyes closed, heads bowed.
Their attire reflected Grande Port’s customs—nearly bare-chested men and lightly clad women, their cold resistance earned by hunting beasts for cloaks and scarves. This hardiness reminded Kuro of his homeland’s postal region folk.
Footsteps approached, but the kneeling figures barely stirred. Some glanced up, then resumed their meditation.
Kuro halted before them, spotting Navy officers among the crowd—uniformed, yet equally subdued.
“Hey, rise.”
He nudged a hooded officer with his boot.
“Shh. Don’t interrupt my repentance and atonement.”
“Atonement? For what sins?” Kuro narrowed his eyes.
“For wanton slaughter driven by selfish desires, for taking lives through narrow-minded loyalty. I repent for my sins,” the officer murmured, eyes still closed.
Kuro said nothing, then signaled Kas.
“Sir!”
Kas stepped forward, saluting.
“You handle this.”
Predictably, even his comrades had been “converted.”
Kas approached the officer, his voice grave. “Why do you see this as sin?”
“Taking life is sin. No one has the right to end another’s existence, regardless of cause,” the officer replied, still meditating. “Holy Maiden Officer taught us we’re born in sin. Only repentance brings true peace.”
Repentance. Atonement. Holy Maiden.
Kuro muttered, “Her ability’s maturing—three stages now: from peace to complacency, now repentance. The user’s mastery is deepening.”
Yet he’d never heard of such a person.
“Foolish!”
Kas’s sudden roar carried a surge of righteous fury, snapping the officer’s eyes open. Others stirred, watching him.
“Peace isn’t found in repentance!” Kas thundered. “We should repent for failing to protect civilians sooner! For not growing stronger, for not fighting pirates better! Every fallen comrade, every dead civilian, every destroyed village—that’s what demands our remorse! The Navy’s duty is to strike pirates and protect civilians! Your selfish repentance protects no one—it only emboldens the wicked who refuse to repent!”
Standing before the 3,000 Dougleg Navy troops, Kas’s eyes blazed as white energy swirled around him, merging with the soldiers’ aura to form a dense mist spreading outward.
“Awaken!”
(End of Chapter)
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