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As Cobra and Vivi watched the Black Whale gradually fade into the horizon of the sky, the impact of the Phantom Troupe's actions in Alabasta continued to spread like ripples in a pond...
In fact, the entire world began to experience unknown turbulence because of it.
The destiny outlined in the Lovely Ghostwriter began to unfold.
Grand Line, Revolutionary Army Headquarters—Baltigo.
After seeing off his rather disappointing son, Luffy, as he set sail, Dragon, the leader of the Revolutionary Army, returned to base.
Currently, he was holding a copy of the World Economic News Paper, reading content that had been heavily doctored by the World Government.
> [Headquarters Report: The conspiracy of 'Sir' Crocodile to destroy Alabasta was brilliantly discovered and stopped by Captain Smoker, who arrived just in time.
> Crocodile's current whereabouts are unknown. After deliberation, the World Government has unanimously decided to revoke Crocodile's title of Warlord of the Sea and has set his bounty at 700 million Berries.
> For his heroic efforts in saving Alabasta, Captain Smoker is hereby promoted to the rank of Commodore.]
Dragon looked at the newspaper, his expression utterly flat.
He didn't believe a word of it.
Dragon knew the situation in Alabasta well. He didn't think Smoker, for all his strength, had the political maneuvering skills or the power to resolve such a thorny national conflict.
Smoker was a brawler, not a revolutionary.
Relying on his keen intuition, Dragon formed a hypothesis...
"Could this... have something to do with Mr. Chrollo?"
After all, according to the last intelligence report brought back by Banijo, the direction Chrollo was heading... was precisely Alabasta.
However... he couldn't figure out how Chrollo could have resolved Alabasta's internal strife.
While Dragon was deep in thought, the encrypted Transponder Snail—set up exclusively for the Revolutionary Army—on his desk began to ring.
Pururururu—
Dragon picked up the receiver. "Who is it?"
"Mr. Dragon!"
Hearing Banijo's voice, a flash of urgency crossed Dragon's eyes. He calmed his emotions and asked, "Banijo? Do you have news to report?"
"Mr. Dragon! I've made an amazing discovery in Alabasta!" Banijo's voice sounded incredibly exhilarated. "The suppression of the riots in Alabasta was Chrollo's doing!"
"I knew it." A look of relief appeared in Dragon's eyes . He then asked impatiently, "How did Mr. Chrollo do it? Tell me everything!"
The Transponder Snail mimicked a nod of excitement, then spoke: "Mr. Chrollo made contact with Princess Vivi. Through subtle clues, he investigated the existence of Baroque Works, exposed Crocodile's conspiracy, defeated him, and protected the safety of the towns!"
"Mr. Chrollo is truly a man of exceptional wisdom," Dragon sighed in admiration.
As for Chrollo defeating Crocodile, Dragon didn't find that strange at all. After all, Chrollo was someone who could last ten minutes against Admiral Kizaru.
"It's not just that~" Banijo continued.
"Oh? What else happened?" Dragon asked curiously.
"Chrollo used the Float-Float Fruit to transport seawater to induce rain in the drought-stricken cities! He saved countless refugees!"
Dragon nodded approvingly. "Clever use of Devil Fruit powers. Mr. Chrollo is indeed a great talent. It's a pity, though, that this kind of rainfall is only temporary. It won't be long before the drought continues in various parts of Alabasta."
"No, Mr. Dragon," Banijo interrupted him for the first time.
"...Is there another variable?" Dragon was curious.
Banijo was a good man—shrewd, skilled at tracking and protection with his fruit ability, and knew his place. But he had this habit of pausing for dramatic effect when he spoke... it was a bad habit that needed curing!
Unaware of his leader's slight annoyance, Banijo continued: "Mr. Chrollo didn't just bring seawater. He brought desert vegetation and building stone. He used his fruit ability to build dams across the region and taught the local people and the Rebel Army the methods of desert management."
"The former Rebel Army, now organized and instructed by Chrollo, has formed a massive 'Desert Management Corps.' They travel between the cities of Alabasta, implementing Mr. Chrollo's measures: planting vegetation to stop the sand, building dams to store water, and digging deep underground canals."
"The entire nation of Alabasta, following Mr. Chrollo's arrival, has gained unparalleled vitality and hope. Everyone is full of motivation!"
Banijo got more excited as he spoke. "Now, a legend has spread among the people of Alabasta. They say that soaring above the skies of Alabasta is a massive divine creature—a Black Whale. Wherever it descends, it brings brand new hope and light to the locals."
"People who have received Mr. Chrollo's help have spontaneously built statues of the Black Whale in towns everywhere. Even King Cobra has built a massive whale sculpture at the entrance of the Royal Palace to commemorate the hope and laughter Mr. Chrollo brought to his country!"
As Banijo rambled on, Dragon's thoughts drifted far away.
He couldn't remember how many times he had been shocked by Chrollo's actions...
"The root of the revolution is the people... We shouldn't just be the instigators; we should be the facilitators..."
"Give a man a fish, and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, and you feed him for a lifetime..."
The words Chrollo had once spoken echoed in Dragon's ears.
"So that's it... So that's how it is..."
Two rare streams of tears flowed from the corners of Dragon's eyes. "This is a true pioneer of the revolution. This is the true Will of D that can liberate the world from the hands of the Celestial Dragons."
"I can hear it... The Drums of Liberation that resonate throughout the world have already been struck in the skies above Alabasta."
The wave of liberation had truly formed.
And one day, it would resonate throughout the entire world...
Hanging up the phone, Dragon threw himself into the tide without hesitation.
He secretly organized the Revolutionary Army stationed in Alabasta to join the Desert Management Corps, assisting the people and the former rebels in the reconstruction of the kingdom.
Furthermore, Dragon repeatedly instructed Banijo to follow closely in Mr. Chrollo's footsteps and ensure his safety.
He also listed Chrollo as the "Spiritual Leader" of the Revolutionary Army, a rank placed even above his own.
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While the Revolutionary Army was following the tide of the Black Whale and working hard towards that future, the World Government took measures that no one expected...
"Is it confirmed?" An old, majestic voice came from the phone.
"Confirmed! Cobra took the Phantom Pirates and Nico Robin secretly into a specific part of the ancient ruins. It is highly likely the location of the lost Poneglyph."
"What should we do, my Lord?"
"Continue the pursuit of the Phantom Pirates and raise their bounty levels!" the voice on the other end ordered.
"Furthermore... there must be absolutely no risk of the clues regarding Pluton leaking out!"
"Transmit my order... Execute the assassination operation against King Cobra of Alabasta!!!"
"Yes, Saint Garling Figarland."
The phone hung up. Two figures wearing white suits stood in the desert, their expressions indifferent as they walked slowly toward the Alabasta Royal Palace.
If Chrollo were here, he would have been surprised by these two figures.
One was a tall man wearing a black-and-white Holstein-patterned hat with two protruding bull horns .
The other was short, with a spiky blonde afro and two black stripes under his eyes .
They were two of the former Twelve Zodiacs from the Hunter Association:
The Ox, Mizaistom Nana.
The Tiger, Kanzai.