One Piece: Start as a mythical beast, practice to become stronger

The atmosphere in the Navy Headquarters was depressing and suffocating, with a heavy haze hanging over everyone's heart.

Sakaski sat at a long table, wisps of smoke coming out of the cigar in his hand, which seemed to add a bit of pungent bitterness to the tense atmosphere around him.

He glanced coldly at the newspaper in his hand, and his expression became increasingly gloomy.

"Justice? Ha, ridiculous."

He muttered, his voice low and mocking.

That gaze was like a knife, as if examining the stupidity and hypocrisy of the world.

On the other side, Borsalino had a lazy look on his face, trimming his nails leisurely, seemingly unconcerned about the turmoil around him.

But when he heard what happened to Jin'an, a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

"How terrifying! They calmly left under the siege of the Five Elders and the Knights of God."

He shook his head slightly, and his nails fell lightly with a crisp sound, as if it was a helpless farewell to the future of himself and his colleagues.

At this time, most people in the navy were immersed in deep worry.

Everyone's face was filled with fear and anxiety, and their hearts were like surging waves, rolling with fear of the future.

General Jin'an, a model of diligence and fighting for justice, was wiped out by false charges in this sudden storm, like a shining star swallowed by darkness, which is heartbreaking.

"If even he can't resist, what can we do?"

A young marine muttered in a low voice, despair in his eyes.

His voice was like a faint light, so fragile in the darkness.

The people around nodded, secretly sighing in their hearts that their future was no longer a bright one, but a dark road full of unknowns and crises.

A fear welled up in everyone's heart: they could become the next pawn to be sacrificed at any time.

This organization, which once prided itself on its faith and glory, now seems to be on the verge of collapse at any moment under tremendous pressure.

In this rapidly changing world, the banner of justice seems to be slowly fading and losing its original glory.

......

Jinan sat on the deck of his warship, feeling the gentle breeze and the sun shining on his face, making him feel warm and comfortable.

He looked at the blue sea and felt an unprecedented sense of freedom in his heart.

“It feels good to be free.”

He said softly, with a long-lost sense of relief in his eyes.

The invisible chains of the past were finally broken, and his soul seemed to fly high, free from the heavy shackles.

The atmosphere on the ship was leisurely and comfortable. Kuzan, Shanks and Cyborg Sora lay lazily in the sun, enjoying the tranquility of the moment.

Kuzan half-closed his eyes with a faint smile on his face, as if he was enjoying the relaxation.

Beneath his stern appearance, there was a hint of warmth that was inconsistent with his personality.

"It's been fully prepared."

He responded softly, his voice full of confidence and calmness, as if he had foreseen the upcoming challenge.

Shanks, on the other hand, rested his hands behind his head, a smile on his face.

He looked relaxed and contented, as if he was enjoying his leisure time.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Jin An, with a cunning gleam in his eyes.

"However, when we return to the South China Sea, we must prepare for a big show."

His tone revealed anticipation, as if he couldn't wait any longer.

Ganggu Kong yawned and stretched his muscles beside him, like a lazy cat.

"I hope Zhan Guo and the others will wake up soon."

He said lazily, with a hint of helplessness and expectation in his eyes.

Even in this comfortable moment, he still has a well-thought-out plan in mind for the challenges ahead.

Jin An stared at the distant horizon, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of determination.

"We will fight for ourselves, no matter how difficult the future may be."

......

On a mysterious island.

Blackbeard's figure gradually emerged, his outline looking unusually strong in the hazy moonlight.

"Hahahahahaha, I told you I won't die!"

He laughed heartily, his voice as loud as thunder, as if declaring his indomitable spirit to the world.

After the war, not only was he unscathed, he even exuded a more oppressive aura.

Behind him, several figures walked out one after another, all of them were elites under his command.

A young pirate smiled and said, "Captain, it seems your plan has succeeded again."

His face was full of excitement and admiration, as if every decision made by Blackbeard was an eternal belief in his heart.

Blackbeard clenched his fists, a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a cunning light flashed in his eyes.

"Yes, I know everything."

He said slowly, his tone full of pride and confidence.

As an ambitious pirate, his goal is not only wealth, but also control of the entire world.

His eyes flickered in the darkness, as if he could see through those hidden conspiracies.

He sneaked into many secret places in Marijoa, obtained a lot of information about the Five Elder Stars, and even uncovered the mystery of why they attached so much importance to the Rubber Fruit.

Those key fragments emerged in his mind, and information came like a tide, making him more and more excited.

"The dark side of this world government really makes me unable to stop."

He muttered, a sinister smile on his lips.

He knew in his heart that this information would become a powerful weapon for his next move.

Through these secrets, Blackbeard was able to better manipulate the situation and realize his ambitions.

Blackbeard slowly walked to the edge of the cliff, overlooking the magnificent sight of waves hitting the rocks, feeling secretly proud in his heart.

Everything he did in Marijoa was just a carefully choreographed drama, the purpose of which was to make the Five Elders misunderstand that he was no longer a threat.

Pretending to be indifferent, he quietly made arrangements in the dark, collected intelligence, and increased his strength.

"Haha, what stupid old guys."

He whispered to himself with a sarcastic smile on his face.

The sneer in his heart whistled away with the sea breeze. His eyes were firm and decisive, revealing his desire and ambition for the future.

He understood that low-key development was his current strategy. Only by accumulating strength in silence could he seize control of the world at the right moment.

His fingers gently stroked a black stone, as if silently examining the fate of this land.

As his thoughts wandered, he had already drawn up a grand blueprint in his mind: he would build his own empire in this turbulent sea.

Whether it is the navy, the world government, or those self-righteous pirates, they will all surrender before him.

"As long as you wait quietly, the opportunity will always come."

A cunning smile appeared on Blackbeard's lips, and a sinister light flashed in his eyes.

He knows that patience is the key to victory.

At this moment, his presence was deliberately suppressed, just in order to make a shocking blow in the future turnaround.

Back in the depths of the island, he gathered his men and arranged the next course of action.

Everyone worked silently under his command, like a sniper lurking in the dark, ready to seize the moment of victory at any time.

I will eventually write history in this game and become the master of the new world.

As the night deepened, the shadows on the island grew thicker, and Blackbeard's figure looked particularly cunning in the moonlight.

He knew that he had already gained the upper hand in this game of power, and his plan was gradually approaching success.

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