North Sea, Fastro Island.
The harbor, a group of youths carrying swordfish spears.
They boarded a medium-sized fishing boat while adjusting their clothes.
The gathered youths looked excitedly at the pirate flag spread on the deck.
"Are you all ready!"
"Ready, boss!"
"Hahahaha!"
"Very good!"
"Today, our Black Tiger Pirates are established!"
"Hurry and raise the pirate flag!"
"The Great Treasure will surely be ours!!!"
Watching the pirate flag slowly rise, these hooligans who usually only wreaked havoc in the village.
Their hearts were filled with great ambition, and something began to sprout.
However.
Their excited hearts had not yet calmed down.
A bolt of lightning struck the half-raised pirate flag.
Enel appeared at the top of the mast and crouched down.
"About to set sail, are we."
"You're acting against the wind."
"Do you know what a 'plow the fields' operation is."
The electricity in his hand flickered, pointing at the crowd below.
The hooligans below swallowed, what was a 'plow the fields' operation... they were illiterate and truly didn't know, they had only heard whispers about it.
But they knew their lives might be in danger.
Instantly, they cried out to heaven and earth and knelt down, begging for forgiveness.
Enel frowned slightly, this... he was indeed a bit unsure, mainly because they hadn't set sail yet.
After thinking for a moment, the electricity in his hand shot downwards.
Zzzzzz—
A voltage, neither high nor low, electrocuted everyone into unconsciousness.
He took out a den den mushi:
"Hello, Uncle Sakazuki..."
----
North Sea, Plow the Fields Operation, on the third colossal warship.
Sakazuki hung up the den den mushi and chuckled softly:
"Still too young..."
Approaching dusk.
That medium-sized fishing boat finally slowly arrived.
After a day of sailing, it finally neared the warship where Sakazuki was.
Enel sat at the top of the mast and waved at Sakazuki.
Thump—
As the medium-sized fishing boat slowly bumped against the warship.
Sakazuki walked to the railing and looked down:
"It's them."
Enel nodded:
"That's right."
"How should I put it..."
"These guys were originally a bunch of hooligans."
"They heard about the Great Treasure."
"So they gathered together wanting to set sail."
"In the morning, they were going to resupply at a nearby island."
"I found them, and just as the pirate flag was half-raised, I struck it."
"They are all here."
"They haven't done any major bad deeds yet."
"Their family situations are quite pathetic."
Sakazuki glanced at the medium-sized fishing boat and made a judgment.
Tap—
The sound of leather shoes stepping onto the deck echoed.
Sakazuki jumped down, landing on the fishing boat.
He walked up to a young man slumped on the ground.
He reached out his right hand, grabbed his head, and lifted him up.
Held in front of him, the young man's body was already a good distance off the ground.
Sakazuki said indifferently:
"Pathetic?"
Bang—
Exploded like a watermelon.
He casually kicked it aside.
Without looking back, he walked towards the next one, speaking to Enel as he went:
"Most people with a normal sense of morality, when encountering the weak."
"Will feel pity, sympathy, and other emotions due to their tragic experiences or past."
"This is very normal."
"It means you are a young man with a normal sense of morality."
"I am pleased."
"Unfortunately, I don't have that feeling."
He walked up to the next pirate.
Casually kicked out.
Bang!
Half of his body exploded, turning into a bloody mist, with fragments scattered everywhere.
"Human desires are like rolling stones down a mountain."
"Once they start, they can never stop."
He walked up to the next pirate.
His brutal methods and a hint of Conqueror's Haki.
Made these pirates, who had just formed a pirate crew, stunned and speechless.
Crunch—
His head was crushed into pieces with a crisp sound.
"They might have tragic backgrounds."
"Reasons that evoke pity and compassion."
"But."
"You tell me."
"Where did this ship come from."
Bang—
Another pirate's head turned into bloody mist.
Enel finally noticed the problem with the ship.
Right, a bunch of hooligans, where did they get a fishing boat.
This kind of medium-sized fishing boat was not something a group of hooligans could afford.
Sakazuki walked up to the next pirate and squatted down:
"Speak."
The pirate shivered violently, snapped back to reality, and repeatedly kowtowed:
"Sir... Sir!!!"
"Spare me!"
"It... it was all that brat's idea!"
"This fishing boat was stolen!"
"It has nothing to do with me!!!!"
Sakazuki raised his hand, patted the pirate's face, making a slapping sound:
"Stolen from where."
The pirate said tremblingly:
"It was... it was from Old Man Ian Byrd's house in the village."
"Stolen from that old man."
"Right! That's right!!!"
"I'll report him!"
"Marine Admiral!!!"
"That Old Man Ian also has a daughter!"
"They were all defiled by them!!!"
"I didn't participate!!!"
The pirates around also reacted and started cursing:
"Bastard!"
"It's because you're useless!"
"You touched them plenty too!"
"Sir! Don't believe him!!!"
"Damn bastard!"
"I really didn't participate!!!"
"Spare me, sir!"
The pirate in front of Sakazuki turned his head, about to retort.
Zzzzzz—
The sound of burning flesh echoed as the magma erupting from Sakazuki's hand gripped the pirate's mouth.
It continuously flowed downwards, covering his entire body.
In a struggle of desperate pain, unable to scream, he slowly ceased to move.
His eyes before death showed an expression of immense, desperate fear.
Sakazuki slowly stood up:
"Understood?"
Enel's face was so dark it could drip water:
"Understood."
Sakazuki nodded:
"Clean them up."
"And return the ship."
Enel let out a soft hum.
He looked expressionlessly at the group of pirates who were crying and cursing.
His indifferent and fierce voice rang out:
"200 million Volts Coke!!!"
In the extreme current, dry, human-shaped coke figures appeared... the world became clean.
----
New World, a secret realm towering into the clouds.
After a brutal fight, only 10 biologists were brought back.
And Dr. Indigo successfully became the head of research.
The scholars who were previously arrogant, even mocking his clown-like appearance, now trembled and worked under him.
They were afraid of displeasing him in any way.
Although there were fewer people, Dr. Indigo's wish was finally fulfilled.
Looking at the cultivation tank in front of him, Golden Lion held a cigar:
"How much longer."
Dr. Indigo counted on his fingers:
"Uh..."
"It will probably take another 5... 10... 13..."
Golden Lion suddenly spoke:
"I will give you only 5 years."
"If you fail, you will all die..."
Ignoring the distressed Dr. Indigo beside him.
Golden Lion's eyes narrowed, gazing at the monster in the cultivation tank.
He had a feeling... his time was running out.
Unlike in the original story where he was struck on the head by a ship's rudder and became mentally confused, the current Golden Lion was exceptionally clear-headed, yet his injuries were more severe. But it was precisely because of this that he could not bear it.
The gradually declining strength.
The severed arm, the severed leg, coupled with the irreversible damage to his body from two years of starvation.
Golden Lion could feel his strength draining away every moment.
He was afraid, even extremely terrified, unable to believe that scene...
Five years was the maximum he could tolerate; he feared that if he delayed any longer, he wouldn't even be able to lift his sword.
"I will prove that I was right, Roger..."
"Pirates are the rulers of the sea."
"This so-called Great Pirate Era is nothing more than a child's play for a bunch of fanboys."
"I will let this world know what true pirates are like."
"Just wait for me..."