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Chapter 108: Golden Lion's Phlegm
No sooner had Tsuru's voice faded than the black Den Den Mushi on the desk—the one used exclusively for contacting the Holy Land, Mary Geoise—abruptly rang out.
Puru puru... Puru puru...
Without mimicking anyone's expression, the Den Den Mushi simply stared mechanically ahead, emitting cold and urgent sounds, like a death warrant from the abyss.
Sengoku's body stiffened instantly.
He looked at the black Den Den Mushi, the color draining from his face, replaced by a grayish exhaustion.
Tsuru refilled his cup with hot tea, saying nothing more, just standing quietly by his side.
What must come cannot be avoided in the end.
Sengoku took a deep breath, calming his surging emotions, and reached out to pick up the receiver.
"This is Sengoku."
There was no roaring from the other end, nor any questioning—only dead silence.
But this silence made Sengoku's heart palpitate more than any thunderous rage.
After a long while, an aged, flat voice devoid of any emotion spoke slowly, every word striking Sengoku's nerves.
"Sengoku, come to Mary Geoise."
...
Time flowed silently.
In the blink of an eye, the day agreed upon by Blake and the others arrived: the "Crazy Thursday" dungeon day.
Foosha Village—or rather, what used to be Foosha Village—had completely transformed.
The originally simple village paths had been replaced by smooth stone slabs. Makino's tavern, which carried the childhood memories of countless people, now stood lonely, surrounded by luxurious villas that had sprung up from the ground, looking entirely out of place.
Most of the indigenous villagers had become rich overnight.
Countless "city folk" from all over the world, waving Berries that were impossible to refuse, frantically bought up every inch of land and every house here.
Holding money they couldn't spend in a lifetime, the villagers happily moved into the big cities to live the life they had always dreamed of.
And those newly erected villas welcomed their true masters.
Inside the main residence of one villa, Golden Lion Shiki floated out.
This legend, who once contended for supremacy over the sea with Roger and Whitebeard, was now wearing home clothes, his hair tied back casually. His face bore none of his former arrogance or domineering aura, only a kind of decadence worn smooth by reality.
He floated into mid-air and glanced at the gate of the villa opposite his—equally luxurious, but much more rugged and uninhibited in style.
Shiki's Adam's apple bobbed as he worked up a thick wad of phlegm in his mouth.
"Ptui!"
A gob of yellow phlegm cut precisely through the morning air, landing squarely on the tightly closed mahogany gate.
Having done all this, Shiki felt as if he had accomplished something major. His mood improved significantly, and he turned to float toward Blake's inconspicuous little shop in the distance, like a corporate slave going to work on time every day.
Not long after.
Creeeeak—
The gate of the villa opposite was yanked open.
"Which bastard did this!!"
A roar that could shatter the heavens shook the glass of the entire villa district.
Garp stood bare-chested, looking at the sticky liquid on his hand, his entire face darkening. His violent aura made the air heavy.
...
Meanwhile, at the port of Dawn Island.
A massive Marine warship slowly docked.
On the deck, a group of Marine officers led by Vice Admiral Gion walked down the gangway with solemn expressions.
Gion, codenamed "Momousagi," wore a crisp Marine uniform that couldn't completely hide her fine figure. Her hand rested on the famous sword Konpira at her waist, her sharp phoenix-like eyes scanning this island that felt both familiar and strange.
Who could have imagined that Kizaru, who went ahead to stop Dragon from contacting Blake, would completely lose contact?
Until that absurd newspaper spread across the world.
"Is this... Mr. Garp's hometown?"
A Marine Vice Admiral looked at the distinctively styled villas in the distance, unable to stop himself from muttering.
Row upon row of luxurious villas in various styles, smooth and clean stone roads, and even the air was filled with the scent of money and power.
How was this a remote island in East Blue? It was clearly the wealthy district on the outskirts of the Holy Land, Mary Geoise.
Were the villagers here all this rich?
Gion didn't answer. Her sharp phoenix eyes scanned the surroundings, her heart equally turbulent.
She had seen the newspaper and received a call from Fleet Admiral Sengoku long before landing.
Developments were clearly spiraling out of control.
Just then, Gion's pupils contracted slightly.
Not far away, a figure was leisurely floating out of a villa, heading in their direction.
The person wore loose home clothes, his long golden hair tied back casually. His face carried the decadence of a hangover and a hint of faint smugness.
"Gold... Golden Lion Shiki!!"
A sharp-eyed Marine Captain instantly recognized the face that had appeared on countless wanted posters. He cried out in shock, his hand subconsciously going to the hilt of his sword.
In an instant, the atmosphere at the port became tense.
The gazes of all the Marine officers locked onto that figure, radiating killing intent.
The legendary Great Pirate, the "Flying Pirate" who vied for supremacy in an era with Pirate King Roger and Whitebeard—Golden Lion Shiki!
He was actually here!
"Don't move!"
Gion's cold voice rang out, instantly suppressing everyone's impulse.
She held down the Captain's shoulder with such force that his body trembled slightly.
"Vice Admiral Gion?" The Captain looked back in confusion.
Gion's eyes were cold. "On this island, put away your weapons and killing intent."
"But that's Golden Lion! A legendary Great Pirate is right in front of us; are we just supposed to watch him..."
"That is an order!" Gion's tone was heavy and unquestionable.
The Marine officers looked at each other, their faces filled with unwillingness and humiliation, but eventually, they slowly released their grip on their weapons.
At this moment, Golden Lion Shiki also noticed them.
Floating in mid-air, he looked at this group of elites in Marine uniforms, especially the valiant female swordsman in the lead. He was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth split into an extremely bizarre arc.
It was a smile mixed with self-mockery, frustration, and a trace of sickly pleasure.
He didn't hide, nor did he flee. Instead, he floated openly and leisurely toward the Marine squad.
One step, two steps...
His pace was slow, his posture arrogant, and his eyes filled with undisguised provocation.
He just slowly floated past Gion and the group of Marine officers.
He was close enough that Gion could even smell the faint scent of alcohol on him.
Every Marine clenched their fists, knuckles turning white, teeth gritted, chests heaving violently. Yet they could only watch helplessly as this legendary Great Pirate, who had once been a massive headache for Marine Headquarters, swaggered past them.
It was an unprecedented humiliation.
Just as he passed Gion, Shiki's footsteps stopped.
He tilted his head slightly, looking Gion up and down with a mocking gaze, and clicked his tongue twice.
"Little girl, you look pretty good."
"However, your swordsmanship is a bit lacking."
"What a waste of a good sword."
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