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"Are you sure you want to try and stop me?"
Shiro acted as if he couldn't smell the foul stench at all, locking his gaze on the tightly packed ring of Royal Guards surrounding him.
"Insolence! Do you think the Royal Palace is a place you can just stroll into and leave as you please?! Get him! Kill him!" one of the ministers beside Hoben roared, his face flushed with self-righteous anger.
Who knew where he had suddenly found the courage.
Clack-clack-clack!
The Royal Guards' eyes hardened instantly. A faint killing intent radiated from them as they locked onto Shiro with hawk-like precision. Every single rifle was cocked and aimed directly at him.
"Very well. Since that's how it is, don't blame me for not holding back." Seeing their absolute hostility, Shiro shook his head with a look of genuine regret and helplessness.
"FIRE!" the minister shrieked.
The room erupted in a blinding storm of muzzle flashes.
But then, the most terrifying thing happened. Every single bullet seemed to slam into an invisible, impenetrable wall. The lead slugs simply deformed and dropped uselessly to the marble floor, completely unable to penetrate within a three-meter radius of Shiro's body.
Clatter, clatter, clatter!
The ministers sucked in sharp breaths of cold air. They knew Shiro was powerful, but they never imagined that even concentrated gunfire couldn't breach his defenses!
"Light Particle Stream."
Shiro slowly raised his left hand, transforming his index finger into a glowing gun barrel. With a soft murmur, a massive volley of brilliant white spheres erupted from his fingertip, striking the vanguard of the guards like phantom artillery.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
In the blink of an eye, the targeted guards collapsed into pools of their own blood, their bodies riddled with smoking, perfectly cauterized holes like sieves.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Shiro continued to pull the 'trigger' relentlessly. Blood sprayed into the air as the remaining guards were utterly decimated, leaving no one standing.
"We'll meet again soon," Shiro offered a chilling smile to King Hoben, who was still slumped on his throne. With a heavy stomp that cracked the marble floor, Shiro launched himself out of the palace, rocketing toward the east exactly where the terrified minister had pointed.
"Oh? Someone is moving even faster than me. Trying to use Aki as a hostage? Heh... you really are courting death." Shiro's voice was icy as he spotted General Bils desperately galloping on horseback toward the Prince's palace.
The Prince's Quarters.
"Heh... Whatever. I never expected I'd accidentally provoke such a terrifying monster."
"He's never going to let me live anyway. So I might as well get a taste of you first!"
"Heh heh... Even if I die today, I'm going to make damn sure I give him a green hat! I'll make it so he can never hold his head high again for the rest of his life!"
"Bwahaha! Ronel Shiro... I really want to see the look on your face when you find out I took your precious woman before you got here!"
After checking the latest intelligence reports, Ricky finally realized exactly what kind of monster he had provoked. Driven by sheer terror and madness, he decided to just smash the broken pot—if he was going to die anyway, he was going to take the most twisted revenge possible.
Since Shiro wouldn't let him live, he was determined to die a happy man and leave a little 'gift' behind for his killer. And what better gift than violating Aki? After all, her absolute beauty was the entire reason he had dragged her here in the first place!
Aki's face drained of all color. If Ricky truly violated her, she would rather die. The only man who would ever have her was Shiro.
"Don't come any closer! Stay away from me!" Aki scrambled backward in terror, but her avenues of escape were virtually non-existent.
Heavy chains bound her neck, wrists, and ankles. The chains were only so long; once she hit the end of their slack, she could retreat no further.
All she could do was watch as Ricky advanced on her like a starving wolf, a vile sneer on his face as he began tearing off his own clothes. By the time he stood before her, he was down to nothing but his undergarments.
"Heh heh... come here, my little beauty!"
Ricky grabbed one of her chains and violently yanked her down, dragging her across the floor like a dog. Aki's desperate struggles were completely futile.
In fact, the violent dragging only served to pull Aki's clothes taut, fully accentuating her beautiful, alluring curves.
"No! Stop!"
Aki tried desperately to cover her chest, but the heavy chains binding her wrists made it impossible.
Ricky ruthlessly pinned her down by her slender neck. She was utterly trapped, tears streaming silently down her face.
Rip!
Aki's dress was torn open.
Rip!
The sleeves were violently ripped off.
Shhhk!
The entire upper half of her clothing was shredded.
Riiiiiiip!
All her outer garments were completely torn away.
The harder Aki fought, the easier she made it for Ricky to strip her. Soon, she was left with nothing but her undergarments. Large expanses of her flawless, snow-white skin were exposed to the cold air, radiating a faint, sweet scent.
Ricky closed his eyes, inhaling deeply and greedily taking in her scent. A look of absolute, sickening intoxication washed over his face.
"What a wonderful aroma... and very soon, it will all be mine," Ricky smiled, savoring the moment like a man about to drink the finest tea.
His face was less than a hand's breadth away from hers. They were practically touching.
Smooch!
Ricky pressed a wet, disgusting kiss to Aki's cheek.
A violent wave of pure nausea violently churned in Aki's stomach. It felt as if a rotting slab of meat had just been pressed against her skin. She was utterly drowning in despair.
She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. I'm sorry, Shiro... I broke my promise...
Ricky seemed absolutely obsessed with her flawless face, spending a full two minutes just violating her cheeks and neck until she was covered in his repulsive saliva.
"And now... for the main course."
Keeping one hand clamped tightly around her throat, Ricky reached his other hand down, aiming straight for her chest.
"YOU DARE?!"
A voice as cold as the deepest, darkest abyss of hell suddenly exploded directly beside Ricky's ear.
The sheer terror in the voice caused Ricky's heart to physically skip a beat, his entire body shuddering violently.
He whipped his head around—only to see the blurring shadow of a leg rapidly expanding in his vision, the sheer force of the kick tearing the very air apart with a deafening screech.
CRACK!
Ricky felt as if he had just been hit head-on by a falling meteor. The sickening crunch of his skull fracturing echoed loudly as several of his teeth were instantly blasted out of his mouth.
His blood boiled wildly as he violently coughed up a massive mouthful of crimson before his body was launched backward like a cannonball.
CLANG!
Ricky smashed brutally into the heavy iron railing of the balcony, the impact so severe that the thick metal bars warped inward!
"I'm sorry... I'm late."
Shiro instantly materialized in front of the half-naked Aki. A look of profound guilt washed over his face as he reached out, effortlessly snapping every single chain binding her.
"Waaaaah!"
The sheer terror, despair, and anxiety that had consumed Aki completely shattered the moment she saw Shiro. She threw herself into his arms and began weeping uncontrollably, her sobs raw and heart-wrenching.
"It's okay... it's okay now. I'm here."
"Everything is going to be fine. Let's go home, okay?"
Shiro gently stroked her hair, his voice incredibly soft. He ripped down a large silk curtain to wrap her up securely, then scooped her into his arms in a princess carry. With a heavy stomp, he blasted out of the ruined room.
"To dare lay a finger on my woman... you have some serious nerve."
Hovering in mid-air on wings of pure light, Shiro stared down at the lavish palace. He slowly raised his left hand, aiming his finger-gun.
"When you do something wrong, you pay the price. The people you slaughtered on Kuro Island died with their eyes wide open. It's time you went down to hell to keep them company!"
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Under a relentless, apocalyptic bombardment of explosive light particles, the luxurious symbol of the Prince's power was instantly reduced to a smoldering pile of rubble.
The Green Fruit Kingdom... as of today, it ceases to exist. With that final thought, Shiro spread his wings and glided smoothly back toward his waiting warship.
"Light Particle Energy Cannon!"
As Shiro flew over the main Royal Palace, he pulled the 'trigger' one last time.
BOOOOOOM!
In an instant, the entire Royal Court was engulfed in a towering inferno, completely reduced to a massive, burning crater.
Since he was already taking action, he was going to rip the weeds out by the roots.
The innocent villagers of Kuro Island had done nothing wrong, yet Ricky had casually ordered them gunned down. Therefore, Shiro could casually wipe out their Kingdom just the same!
In the end, it all came down to whose fist was harder. If the Green Fruit Kingdom wanted to make an enemy out of him, they needed to be prepared to face the absolute consequences.
Kuro Island is too small anyway. I'll have the Mayor and the others move here. Might as well let him take control of this ruined Kingdom while we're at it! Once it develops and grows, it'll only benefit me in the long run, Shiro mused.
That was just how kingdoms operated in this pirate-infested world. As long as you had the strength to hold the throne and maintain the power necessary to be allied with the World Government, nobody cared who was actually sitting in the chair. Hell, even a pirate could become a King if they played their cards right. Wapol, the Munch-Munch Fruit user, had practically done exactly that in the original story.
Heh... that actually sounds like a pretty solid plan. Shiro's eyes gleamed as the gears in his head turned.
If it was possible, why not do it? If he succeeded, having an entire kingdom secretly under his thumb would be a massive asset.
But for the Mayor to actually secure the throne, he'll need to command his own military force first...
That's a slight hurdle, but nothing insurmountable. Give me two years, and that should be more than enough time to train a loyal, elite army for him!
By the time Shiro landed softly on the deck of his warship, Aki finally opened her beautiful, tear-stained eyes.
Her body was still trembling violently. Her hands gripped Shiro's shirt in a white-knuckled death grip, her face buried so deeply into his chest that she refused to look up.
"It's okay. It's over. The nightmare is gone."
Seeing her state, Shiro sat down on the deck and gently laid her head in his lap. He slowly, rhythmically stroked her hair and patted her back, softly murmuring comforting words until she finally began to calm down.
"Am I... dirty now?"
After a long time, Aki finally looked up from his chest. Her eyes were red and swollen, looking like a little rabbit.
"How could you possibly be dirty?"
"You silly girl, stop letting your imagination run wild, okay?"
"What do you mean 'dirty'? Stop talking nonsense."
"In my hometown, there's a saying: women who are truly 'dirty' get struck down by lightning from the heavens and cast into the depths of the ocean!"
"But look at you. Did you get struck by lightning? No! What does that prove? It proves that the heavens themselves know you are completely clean and flawless!"
"Besides, the only person who is ever allowed to make you 'dirty' is me. Do you understand?" Shiro pinched her small nose playfully, pretending to sound vicious.
"Pfft!"
Aki couldn't help but laugh through her tears. She lightly swatted his hand away. "You're so indecent!"
"Heh heh... I'm not indecent! It's just that whenever I look at you, I completely forget how to be decent! I can't help it—who told you to be so damn cute and irresistible?"
Shiro continued whispering cheesy, shameless sweet nothings directly into her ear, completely lacking any sense of propriety.
Aki instantly covered her face with her hands, but the deep red flush had already spread all the way down to her neck. Even her ears were burning red. She looked incredibly adorable.
"Let's go home, okay?" Shiro whispered, his breath tickling her ear and making her instinctively shrink her neck.
"Mhm... whatever you say."
Aki nodded slightly, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz. She then completely snuggled back into Shiro's embrace.
For the first time in her life, she truly understood just how beautiful—and how dark—the world could be.
BOOM!
Shiro suddenly aimed a blast of light directly into the sky. The sheer concussive force made the heavens themselves tremble with a deafening rumble.
"It's over already? We barely even got started!"
Seeing the signal flare in the sky, the massive pirate armada stopped their looting, many of them wearing expressions of profound disappointment.
"Let's move out. Gold and jewels are great, but you need to be alive to spend them! If that monster gets annoyed with us for lingering, none of us are making it out of here alive!"
Fortunately, there were enough pirates with half a brain among them to see the situation clearly. Forcing down their greed, they grabbed whatever loot they had already secured and immediately initiated their retreat.
Ten minutes later.
"Excellent. You all kept your word, and that makes me very happy. As agreed, I won't touch a single Berry of your haul. It's all yours!"
"The sea is vast, gentlemen. We will meet again!"
Looking at the heavily laden pirate ships, Shiro smiled, offered a brief salute, and then steered his own warship away, the first to leave the area.
But as he sailed away, the pirates suddenly noticed something horrifying. From all directions, a massive fleet of Marine warships was slowly closing in on them.
Any lingering thoughts the pirates had of sneaking back ashore to continue looting were instantly completely annihilated.
"Damn it all! We got played!"
The pirate captains cursed furiously, their faces turning incredibly ugly.
But they couldn't even complain about Shiro breaking his word. Technically, Shiro had fulfilled his end of the bargain—he hadn't touched their loot or attacked them himself.
The Marines showing up to ambush them? Well, that had absolutely nothing to do with him!
"RUN!"
Arlong was the first to react. He roared at his crew, immediately hoisting the sails to flee before the Marine warships could fully close the encirclement.
"Go! Move! MOVE!"
The pirates suddenly wished they had been born with extra legs. The once densely packed armada instantly scattered in every direction like a nest of kicked hornets.
All that remained was an empty stretch of ocean, and the smoldering, utterly ruined capital of a once-proud kingdom.
"Alright boys, look alive! This is a massive gift of merit points handed to us on a silver platter by Brother Shiro! How many promotions you get out of this depends entirely on your own
skills!"
Aboard the Marine warships, the commanding officers were screaming in excitement, their morale completely off the charts.
A pirate gathering of this sheer scale was completely unprecedented in the history of the East Blue. But thanks to Shiro, they were looking at the biggest bust of their careers.
Marine Headquarters, Marineford.
When Fleet Admiral Sengoku received T-Bone's after-action report, he finally let out a massive sigh of relief, shaking his head with a helpless smile.
Shiro had used the pirates to achieve his own personal goals, completely dismantled an arrogant kingdom, and then immediately sold the entire pirate armada out to the Marines, instantly earning the profound gratitude and goodwill of an entire Marine branch.
It sounded simple on paper, but very few people could stand before a mountain of plundered national treasure and genuinely remain completely unmoved, choosing instead to hand the entire 'cleanup' operation over to the Marines.
"That kid... he's destined for great things," Sengoku sighed softly.
"My, oh my... the young people these days are truly terrifying. To be that formidable at such a young age... I'm starting to feel like my Admiral seat isn't safe anymore~"
Wearing his signature yellow pinstripe suit, yellow tinted sunglasses, and sporting a face that screamed 'creepy uncle,' there was only one man who spoke with that slow, agonizingly drawled tone: Admiral Kizaru.
"Bwahaha! Isn't that a good thing, Borsalino? Each new generation surpassing the last is how the world moves forward!" Sengoku laughed heartily, clearly in a fantastic mood.
"Well, whatever you say. I think I'll take my leave now, before I lose the mood for my
coffee~"
Kizaru stood up slowly, lazily carrying his coffee cup as he strolled out of the Fleet Admiral's office.
"Fleet Admiral Sengoku. I hear the East Blue has produced a rather exceptional genius?"