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Chapter 102: Crazy Thursday
Golden Lion Shiki cursed viciously in his heart.
Go fck yourself!*
Is it really your place, Garp, you old bastard, to say something like that?
With this great deity sitting right here, who would dare to disobey?
"My, my~, how reliable, Mr. Garp."
Kizaru adjusted his tea-colored sunglasses, speaking in his signature slow, drawn-out tone.
"Mr. Blake's rules are the Marines' rules. I fully agree with this proposal."
"I have no objections."
Dragon nodded as well.
To him, this was purely a good thing.
With this big shot presiding over the place, he was even considering moving the Revolutionary Army's headquarters here. Moreover, as his hometown, this place had a deep foundation of support among the masses.
"Very well."
Blake extended a second finger, his calm voice sounding once again.
"Then, the second rule."
Instantly, everyone's attention was firmly captured again.
Kizaru, Dragon, and even Shiki, who was limp on the ground just hoping to survive, pricked up their ears.
They all understood that every word Blake was about to say could concern their future fate, and perhaps even the direction of the entire world.
Blake's gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on Kizaru's somewhat wretched-looking face.
"From today on, my 'business' will only be open at a fixed time each week."
"The time to enter the dungeon is uniformly revised to—Thursday of every week."
"Only on this day."
As his voice fell, a strange silence descended upon the reef.
Every week... only one day?
"Eh? Brat Blake, why is that?"
Garp had gotten used to wandering into the dungeon whenever he had nothing better to do these past few days. How was he supposed to live without dungeons?
Blake was silent for a moment before speaking faintly.
"Because, Crazy Thursday."
Crazy... Thursday?
What is that?
Garp scratched his gray buzz cut, his face a canvas of capital question marks.
He recognized every character in that phrase, but combined together, they felt terrifyingly unfamiliar.
To the side, a gleam flashed through Kizaru's eyes behind his lenses. He immediately took a step forward, using that signature sleazy tone to perfectly display an expression of enlightened admiration.
"I see! I see! As expected of Mr. Blake!"
"To set the time on this specific day, there must be some profound meaning that mortals like us cannot comprehend, right? It truly is too profound, too terrifying!"
Dragon and Golden Lion's eyes twitched, and they simultaneously cursed in their hearts.
Bootlicker!
Blake glanced at Kizaru, who was fully embracing his dramatic performance, and offered no explanation.
I hate this world where no one understands me.
Ahem!
He coughed dryly twice.
"In short, those are the rules."
"Every Thursday, Foosha Village. I won't wait for latecomers."
"Let's end it here for today. You may all leave."
...
Meanwhile.
The headquarters of the World Economic News Paper had gone completely insane.
President Morgans, a cigar dangling from his beak, slammed his wings on the table, roaring madly at a group of trembling employees in front of him.
"Print! Crank up the horsepower and print!"
"Fire up every usable printing press! If we don't have enough, buy them! Rob them!"
"This is news that can change the era! This is the truth that will make the whole world tremble!"
He held up a photo that had just been developed, acting as if he were possessed.
The background of the photo was the azure sky of East Blue, but hanging high above was a massive "moon"—unreasonably large and constructed from seawater and island debris!
And at the bottom of the photo, Marine Hero Garp, Marine Admiral Kizaru, and Revolutionary Army Leader Dragon—three powerhouses standing at the apex of the world—wore stiff expressions and humble postures, as if they were worshiping something.
Another photo was a close-up of that man.
He sat on the reef, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, his eyes as calm as an abyss, looking as if all things in the world were mere playthings in his palm.
"God Descends on East Blue!"
"Golden Lion Crushed! Three Top Powerhouses Kneel in Worship!"
Morgans looked at the news headline, shaking with excitement down to his feathers.
He could practically see it already: when this newspaper covered every corner of the world, what a violent tsunami would sweep across the sea!
"Fly! Fly!"
"My children! Go tell this world that a new 'God' has been born!"
With his command, countless News Coos flew out from the headquarters, blotting out the sun. Carrying this newspaper that was enough to overturn everyone's perception, they flew toward the Grand Line, toward the Four Blues, toward the New World, toward... Marine Headquarters, Marineford.
...
Marine Headquarters, Fleet Admiral's Office.
Sengoku the Buddha was rubbing his temples, looking exhausted.
The documents piled up on his desk were almost drowning him.
"Sigh..."
Sengoku sighed and picked up the teacup next to him, only to find it was already empty.
Beside him, the Pet Goat was leisurely eating a document, making crunch, crunch noises that only made him more irritable.
"The fleet led by Gion and the others should be arriving at Foosha Village in East Blue soon."
Sengoku glanced at the nautical chart on the wall.
"I hope... they can get something useful from that man named Blake."
Just then, there was a knock on the office door.
"Enter."
A Marine officer ran in, looking panicked, holding the latest newspaper in his hand.
"Fleet Admiral Sengoku! The... the latest newspaper!"
Sengoku frowned, dissatisfied with his subordinate's loss of composure.
"In such a panic—where is your dignity!"
He took the newspaper and asked casually, "Did some pirate cause trouble somewhere again?"
However, the moment his gaze landed on the front-page headline, his entire body froze.
The massive, pitch-black, shocking headline struck his pupils like a heavy hammer!
[God Descends on East Blue! Golden Lion Crushed, Three Top Powerhouses Kneel in Worship!]
Sengoku's breathing stopped in that instant.
"God... Descends?"
His gaze slowly moved down, landing on the photo that occupied the entire page—a photo that could only be described as absurd.
What is that?
A... moon?
A gigantic sphere made of seawater, soil, and mountain rock was hanging unreasonably in the sky above East Blue!
Sengoku's hand began to tremble uncontrollably. He adjusted his glasses, forcing himself to look further down.
Beneath the photo were Garp, Kizaru, and Dragon...
A Marine Hero, the Marines' Highest Military Power, and the World's Worst Criminal.
These three men, who should have been mortal enemies, were currently standing there with a nearly humble posture, as if looking up at something.
An uncontrollable anger and horror exploded from the bottom of his heart!
This image was more impactful than any words!
It was like the loudest slap in the face, ruthlessly striking the face of the World Government, striking the banner of the Marines' "Absolute Justice"!
"Morgans... that bastard..."
Sengoku closed his eyes. He could imagine the terrifying, monstrous waves that would rise when this newspaper covered every corner of the world.
The balance that had been barely maintained by the Marines and the World Government all this time would be thoroughly shattered today!
He violently grabbed the Den Den Mushi next to him and dialed with all his strength.
"Connect me to Kizaru! Immediately! Right now!"
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