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Chapitre 7: [7] Greta Island

[2520 words]

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[Renaissance Island, West Blue]

"Koo~" An owl cried out as it flapped and rested on a small oak-like tree.

It was curiously gazing at a human who was 'dancing' around.

It saw a black-haired boy with red streaks running down the left side punching and kicking at a worn-down tree.

The island that was once all green then burnt down, had recovered a decent amount of greenery.

The rejuvenation was unnaturally quick, especially the nature around the center of the island which had become especially vibrant.

"4996."

"4997."

"4998."

"4999."

"5000."

The boy gave out a short sigh, "And, done."

*Creak*

He then watched as the whittled-down tree gave out and fell with a loud crash. 

Behind the young man was a trail of numerous downed trees, the perpetrator was obvious.

Damien, who had just finished his daily tree-beating training, rubbed the back of his head in slight embarrassment.

"It's a good thing Mom's power still seems to bloom nature here, otherwise I really would be sued for deforestation."

The aspiring pirate had grown in many ways.

Before even touching on strength growth, there was a height increase!

It had been a little under seven years since his clash with the Blazing Pirates.

Damien was now fourteen years of age and naturally had been through a spike in terms of height.

With the high protein intake from feasting on large fish and smaller Sea Kings, alongside the extremely 'cooperative' plant life, Damien had quite the healthy boost in all ways.

He now stood at a strong 8' 2" (2.49 m)! 

Damien could be considered a towering specimen had this been his previous world, the NBA would surely be hounding him away.

However, in the One Piece world, this height could be considered a 'giant' to some, but a 'midget' to just as many.

In other words, tall and short were highly subjective in this world.

Another thing that accompanied his growth was a weird tick in his laughter. Every time he laughed, the first syllable seemed to direct itself to a certain "R" sound.

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Damien's body had also developed quite well, his muscles were defined, not bulging, as most of the protein went towards his growth, but it could be considered an 'enviable' physique to many.

Going outside of physical growth, there was the higher level of stamina and endurance that Damien had earned.

The Blazing Pirates were of no difficulty had Damien encountered them now.

"Sibyl, pull up my stats," He ordered as he donned his Count's Regal Attire.

[Roger Roger.]

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[Einar D. Damien]

[Age: 14 years, 6 days]

[Height: 8' 2"] (2.49 m)

[Status: Slightly tired; Healthy]

[Devil Fruit: Pulverize-Pulverize Fruit (Initial Mastery)]

[Fruit Rating: 6.5 Stars]

[Seastone Resistance: 23.9% ↑]

[Skills: Enhanced Recovery (+), Enhanced Vitality (+), Evolable Anatomy, Natural Conscience, Will of D., Primitive Shave]

[Strength: Pseudo-Yonko Commander ↑]

(A/N: It was stated that the average fodder in a Yonko crew was Arlong level. Thus Damien is at a level a little above that.)

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Damien had vastly focused on physical attributes throughout the years and his anatomy was ready for an upgrade, hence the plus indication.

Due to this focus on the bodily increase, Damien even tapped into a special movement ability which he promptly named as "Primitive Shave".

It was similar, though a simpler version of the Rokushiki used by the World Government and Navy – Soru (Shave).

Its main use was the instant teleportation-like movement which allowed its user to appear a few meters away from their original location.

The way to use it was by kicking the ground tens of times nigh-instantly to achieve its effect.

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"Though my Devil Fruit mastery remains at the initial level, I can surely use it far less restrictively," He said.

It was a completely different story unlike before where he was tired from just showcasing a handful of attacks.

This all boiled down to the level of a 'Pseudo-Yonko Commander'. Damien wasn't entirely sure as to what that entailed, but he would probably be around Luffy's strength level when he raided Marineford during the Summit War.

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"After all the training, it seems my evolvable anatomy has kicked in," Damien murmured as he saw the plus sign next to two skills.

Not only was the upgrade availability written out but Damien could also 'feel' it. It felt like a dam within his own body was waiting to burst open.

He didn't need to ask for directions from Sibyl, he simply closed his eyes, took a deep breath and concentrated on his breathing.

A few moments passed as he felt his bones and skin bubble in heat.

"Hmm," Damien groaned as his entire skeletal system began to vibrate, his joints and muscles ripped and dissolved as strong flesh regrew in place.

His skin cooled down as great power gathered around his limbs.

[{Enhanced Recovery} has evolved into {Rapid Recovery}].

[{Enhanced Vitality} has evolved into {Beastly Vitality}].

Damien exhaled a heavy breath as the evolution concluded, his entire body felt invigorated with newfound strength.

[{Rapid Recovery} – 3 times the speed of {Enhanced Recovery}]

[{Beastly Vitality} – 3 times the durability of {Enhanced Vitality}]

Satisfied with the boost in his physical capabilities, he then made his way to the center of the island, to a sight that was very dear to him.

[Ten Minutes Later]

Damien now stood before the grove of trees that resembled a woman.

The natural life around it had blossomed with beautiful flowers, dancing grass, and even incredible wildlife.

After the fire that wiped out its greenery, Renaissance Island had become the home to new birds and winged creatures due to its vibrant nature and mostly lack of human intervention.

Even Damien 'smelled' like nature to them, allowing for a peaceful coexistence.

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Damien took a few steps forward and gently touched the arboreal portrait.

A familial warmth.

"One day I will bring you back," he muttered.

He felt the grass under his feet dance as the flower sang under the gentle breeze.

"Hmm?"

Damien's thought process was interrupted as a blue bird flew to a small nest resting on the tree right above him.

The bird seemed to feed a worm to its nestling, but this is not where Damien's attention ended up.

For he saw a collection of juicy green strawberries.

However, there was an imposter amongst them!

Damien took a subconscious breath as he had an inkling as to what the 'odd' fruit could be.

*Whizz*

The air whistled as the 14-year-old boy's body flickered from the ground and onto the thick branches of the tree; the special strawberry right before him.

Damien slowly plucked the fruit, it was only the size of his palm.

[Fruit Image (in Discord)]

Following that, a blue screen appeared in Damien's mind.

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[Human-Human Fruit – Mythical Model: Dryad]

[Zoan Fruit]

[Fruit Rating: 6.5 Stars]

[Allows the user to transform into a hybrid and full Dryad at will.]

[Expanded: Grants immunity to all maladies while greatly increasing lifespan, body functions and overall bodily capabilities. Also allows the user to control and converse with nature.]

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Sibyl had generated a fruit classification model, rating a devil fruit out of 7 stars.

In which a 7-star fruit could be considered an 'ultimate-class' devil fruit ability.

Even Damien's Pulverization Fruit was only scaled at 6.5 stars.

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Damien absently played around with the strawberry as he went over the devil fruit.

Indeed, it was consistent with his mother's powers.

From what he could see, Nadia could transform into a Dryad and control nature. Whereas Damien got a great boost to his bodily capabilities and to converse with nature.

If anything, Damien could be considered as a once-in-a-century anomaly.

He stared at the fruit and eventually decided something:

"It's time to venture out," he decided. "Gambino Family alongside some recon."

Damien then promptly stored the fruit in his storage space alongside the Universal Pose, Map of Surroundings, and Fruit Ability Transfer Tokens.

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[Near the Docks]

"Though my sailing abilities are almost null, it really couldn't be that bad, right?" Damien thought.

He was in the West Blue—abrupt weather changes were quite rare and the general climate was predictable.

With the maps he found nearly seven years ago, he could simply sail southeast to reach the nearest inhabited island: Greta Island.

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Damien uttered some simple tunes as he walked around the Blazing Pirates' ship, hopping over the shattered floor and shredded bow.

A rather odd thing in the front deck was the two humanoid bodies wrapped in large, green leaves.

"Though they were wastes, I could use the extra cash," Damien muttered at the well-preserved bodies of Pabulum and Ignis.

The 5-meter-long leaves were from the 'thriving elephant trees'. They had strong preservative properties, credit to Damien's {Natural Conscience} for finding them.

The sails unfurled with a heavy swatting sound as Damien pulled up the anchor.

*Fwoooo*

It was quick to catch the wind, enabling the vessel to move.

Naturally, Damien had no sailing or navigating experience, but he had seen some pirate movies to understand some surface knowledge.

"And… set sail!"

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[Greta Island, West Blue]

[Three Days Later]

Greta Island was around 10,400 square kilometers in area, located near the center of West Blue.

It boasted a population of around 1.3 million inhabitants, and was a member of the World Government, having its own Marine Base: the 111th Branch Base of the Navy.

A Marine Captain reigning over said base.

The island had four main docks in each cardinal direction. 

The Northern Dock was for more merchant ships, with the Marine Base being set near it.

The Western Dock and Eastern Dock were both for commercial travel.

While the Southern Dock was for the general public.

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[Southern Docks]

"Alright, back it up, now!"

"Watch your step!"

"Welcome home!"

The dock had quite a few people walking about, around 200 of them. Mostly citizens returning home from a trip.

There were a few marines posted near the side, overseeing the entire establishment. A few cannons were mounted at three strategically placed towers.

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"Ha! My eyes are surely playing tricks on me, must be the long hours 'cause that almost looks like a pirate ship," a man joked in an unsure tone.

His eyes locked on a faraway vessel.

Another man nearby had the same inclination, "Hmm, let's wait till the sails are fully visible."

A few worried citizens diverted their attention as well as the ship neared.

"I-It's a pirate ship, no doubt about it!"

"That Jolly Roger… it's the Blazing Pirates!"

"What the hell is that crazy pirate doing here? Doesn't he know Greta Island has a marine base!?"

Naturally, the citizens were shaken by the pirate flag.

*Click *Click*

A few marines loaded their muskets, aiming at the coming ship, ready to fire.

"This is Marine Lieutenant Watt A. Bottel, I have confirmed a pirate ship at the Western Docks, requesting backup," a higher-ranked marine reported into his transponder snail.

"Ready to fire, Lieutenant!"

Their exchange forced a heavy atmosphere onto the docks.

Some civilians gasped, covering their mouths while others slowly retreated.

The previously calm air had warped into a tense gust.

However, just as the mounted cannon was about to open fire, they saw a white blanket being draped onto the bow of the ship.

"A white blanket…?" the marine commanded as his subordinate pulled out his 4x Binoculars. "Check who's on board!" 

"L-Lieutenant, you're not gonna believe this!"

"What is it? Did that Ignis surrender?"

The marine shook his head in reply, quite taken aback by the turn of events.

"No! I-It's an empty ship, there's just a single young lad on the ship… And two bodies wrapped up in leaves!" 

The Lieutenant who was ready to put his life on the line paused in his footsteps.

"Huh?"

*Creak*

*Splash*

The withered pirate ship eventually docked as the sails were furled up and an anchor was dropped, slamming onto the floorboards of the dock rather haphazardly.

*Gulp*

The citizens gulped in unison as they saw a young, though relatively tall, boy walk off the board with little worry, two bodies being dragged by either hand.

Naturally, it was Damien, donning his beloved regal attire.

Damien nodded at the group of people and nodded in greeting, "Yo, you guys got my money for these two?"

*Slam*

He dropped the pair of bodies right in front of the Lieutenant who was still gathering his thoughts.

"U-Uhm, young man, are you by any chance a bounty hunter?" he questioned.

Damien blinked for a second and shrugged, "Something like that. I'm here to turn these two pieces of trash in."

The marines turned to look at each other, unsure of how to direct the young teen.

"Ahem, well, just follow me, I'll take you to our base and proceed with your request there."

Damien just nodded, dragging the corpses once more.

.

"He's dragging those two with such ease, Ignis is a big guy too; what kind of strength is that?"

"Reminds me of my youth!"

"Shut up, last I remember you couldn't even do a push-up at that age!"

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[111th Branch Base]

[15 Minutes Later]

"Let me get this right, you took down the entire Blazing Pirates crew and want to turn in 'Blazing Axe' Ignis, and 'Green Fox' Pabulum?" the marine asked Damien.

They were inside the marine base.

It was a rather large lobby with a series of counters lining up people for proceedings. Bright tube lights placed along the ceiling to brighten up the room.

At this time, everyone's attention was on the strong 8-footer teenager who was effortlessly holding up two grown men by their cold, dead heads.

"That's right and can you hurry up?" Damien replied.

The marine slowly nodded, "O-Of course! I will ask my superior to process you as I cannot give out so much cash."

Damien shrugged as he threw the two pirates onto the red-draped carpets.

"Here's some tea," A worker in his 30s offered to Damien.

The young teen sat on the comfortable sofa, enjoying some tea, looking out the glass windows and toward the green forests.

"Hey, who's coming to process me, by the way?" Damien asked the worker.

He promptly replied, "Uhm, it should be the Captain Marine here."

Damien's eyes then sharpened as he gazed at the man before him.

A few seconds later, he asked in a slow yet powerful voice, "This Marine Captain … Was he here seven years ago too?"

The worker gulped heavily as his back felt cold under Damien's sharp eyes, though answering his question nonetheless.

"N-No, the previous Marine Captain died under the siege of the Gambino Mafia Family a few years ago, sir!"

Damien's eyebrow suddenly twitched.

The man who was paid off by the Blazing Pirates to effortlessly sail through their jurisdiction and toward Damien's home island died in the hands of the Mafia.

"Rahahaha!" Damien unconsciously laughed, his hands covering his face. "How ironic!" 

A certain anger and reluctance bloomed in his heart from being unable to punish the man with his own hands.

The maddened laughter left the worker greatly panicked as he scurried off posthaste.

To Be Continued…

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Author's Corner.

Images: https://discord.gg/aJHHHPvb6q


Chapitre 8: [8] Knowledge is Power

[2350 words]

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Damien shook his head with a sigh, though a shadow suddenly was cast upon him.

"I am Captain Raiden presiding over this Marine Branch, are you the one who came to turn in the Blazing Pirates' bounties?"

Damien gazed to the side and saw the 8-foot-tall man who had appeared.

He wore a black t-shirt and grey trousers with a marine coat draped over his shoulder, decorated with golden cuffs.

He had a buzzcut and a few scars on his face.

[Raiden Image (in discord)]

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"That's right," Damien simply nodded.

The marine squinted his eyes and slowly nodded. He didn't seem to believe that Damien had taken down the two pirates but it didn't matter as long as the scum were dead.

Since Damien brought them in, he was within his rights to cash in the bounty.

But there was a little problem.

"Young man, I have a little advice I suggest you follow," Raiden said with his deep voice.

He then gestured his hands to the marines nearby as they immediately left the main lobby. Leaving the two alone.

Damien narrowed his eyes and hummed as if telling the marine to elaborate.

"Those two are aligned under the Gambino Mafia Family," Raiden informed with a hint of worry.

"If you cash in their bounty, the scum of the Mafia will be alerted right away and they will come to hunt you down."

Damien slowly nodded, appreciating the man's concern.

He beamed a smile, "Thank you for the warning, but I still want to cash it in."

Raiden closed his eyes with a slight sigh, "Very well, then what do you think of being a marine? With this, I can protect you from their claws."

Damien eyed the rather kind marine and stood up in recognition of it, "I appreciate your words, Captain Raiden. But being a marine is not for me."

Raiden eyed the young man who was a little taller than him and gave a dull sigh once more.

"I see, well, think it through, you're still young. Don't think of yourself as immortal."

The marine took one last look at the corpses and said, "I'll have some men ready the cash immediately."

Damien nodded with a slight smile.

[A Little While Later]

*Slam*

A large chest was soon placed before Damien by the hard work of two marines.

"'Green Fox' Pabulum – 12.9 million berries."

"'Blazing Axe' Ignis – 39 million berries."

"For a total bounty of 51.9 million berries, including an 8% income tax, that comes down to a grand total of 47.748 million berries."

Damien blinked.

"Hey-hey, what with the income tax, you might as well put up a jolly roger and say you're robbing me!" he complained.

The marine scratched his head, "Sorry, lad, but all legal income under the World Government is taxed, including bounties. Any hints of tax evasion or fraud will get you hunted down by the relentless Revenue and Taxation Bureau."

The soldier shook his head in dismay.

"Those guys are like bloodhounds, worse than any pirate out there if you ask me!"

Damien's lips twitched, 'Seems like bloodthirsty Governments are a universal thing.'

He gave up and left with the chest of berries.

The exit door creaked as Damien walked out with an empty chest. Naturally, he moved the cash into his inventory right away as only an idiot would keep so much cash in hand.

Damien picked up a brochure and walked towards the main town of Greta Island through a stone road surrounded by trees.

He continued at a stable pace under the warm sunlight, the occasional breeze making his hair fly wildly.

Though his mind was elsewhere.

Captain Raiden was a fairly nice guy.

Though he looked rough, he did mean well for Damien. This also did wake the young teen up.

He had a prejudice against the World Government and the Navy from his memories, but the truth is far from that.

The Marines were, for the most part, the 'good' guys.

It was the top brass who were the mainly corrupt ones, not even considering the Celestial Dragons at the very top.

Outside of corruption, the Navy could be seen as 'evil' by some simply because of one main point: their purpose.

They were the sword of the World Government; their duty was to maintain the authority of the Five Elders and the Celestial Dragons.

They may wear "JUSTICE" on their backs but that justice comes in many forms.

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Becoming a marine wasn't a bad idea. With Damien's strength, he could surely reach a high rank, even an Admiral. After all, you didn't need a 'just' heart to reach the top.

"Unfortunately, though I could probably grow fast through the Marines, it would be risky," he said as he shook his head. "With this hellish Rocks Era, marines dying and recruits being pushed to the front are simply innumerable. I'd probably die by showing too much potential."

"And showing too little strength would restrict my growth."

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Damien suddenly stopped in his path.

The grass and trees had just alerted him of some rats crawling about.

*Thwonk*

The empty chest fell to the ground.

"You might as well come out now, you work for the Gambino Family, no?"

And soon twenty men walked out from all directions.

"LuLu-lala-la! That's right kid, you annoyed the wrong people! Ready to die? I'll take that cash as some extra commission too!"

*Crack*

Damien cracked his knuckles with a small smile, "I didn't think I'd have such a graceful welcome to my first outing ever. I hope you can answer a few of my questions once we're done."

The raiders simply laughed at the words as they grinned in a manner they probably thought was considered frightening.

'The news leaked faster than I thought, nice,' Damien thought.

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The men then began a not-so-teamwork approach to attack him, thinking the death of Ignis was simply luck.

Damien had no intention of acting weak, or like some certain genres of fiction would say, 'A tiger pretending to be a pig.'

He simply exhaled a heavy breath as a certain burst of power spread in all directions.

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"Obliteration Pulse."

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It was an omnidirectional attack that rippled its way through the entire clearing and into the bushes around him.

*Crack*

The ground was riddled with tears as the trees shattered into fragments.

"Wha-"

The crimson burst of energy tore right through the masses as they exploded into 3-cm cubes, blood following in their wake.

The air continued to screech and howl as the attack neared its end, deliberately leaving all but one survivor.

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"Are you ready to speak?" Damien asked the shocked and frightened man.

*Drip*

Damien then scowled as he saw some unsightly liquid drop from the man's trousers.

"M-Monste-!" 

The man attempted to run for his life and yet he slipped in his urine and fell into the yellow pool that only seemed to grow in volume.

Damien slowly walked forward and in front of the shivering man.

"Alright, tell me about who sent you here," he said.

*Gulp*

The raider furiously nodded; his desire to live made him rather cooperative.

"T-The Gambino Family got news on their dogs being cashed in and wanted you dead," he said in a quivering tone. "L-Let me go now!"

Damien hummed at the info and questioned further, "I know that little. Where is their main base located?"

"T-They kill me if I tell you!"

The red-eyed youth simply raised his hand.

*Grrr*

A dazzling red energy appeared in the boy's palm as the air cried out in return. 

The bright sun seemed to fade away as the raider's eyes saw the volatile energy swarm his attacker's hand.

"I-It's at El Pavor Island!" 

Seeing that Damien's power had not retreated, the man continued, "T-That place is swamped with their mobsters and even pirates-for-hire, you're safer anywhere else!"

Damien nodded at the last bit of information but felt no threat from it.

"W-Wait, don-!"

The man was directed into innumerable pieces as Damien returned to his journey to Greta Island, now looking for a more detailed map of El Pavor Island.

"Captain Raiden, w-what happened here?" a younger marine asked, obviously a new recruit.

The 8-foot tall man he spoke with was also surprised.

"Looks like that young man wasn't lying about Ignis," the marine muttered. "I hope you won't butt heads with the Mafia, it would be a waste for such a young lad to die in this small sea."

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[Two Hours Later]

The red-eyed youth walked through the stone roads within the main town of Greta Island. There was a faint smell of seawater lingering about as it was located near the ocean.

It was a fairly clean place with colourful banners decorating the houses and buildings. Kids running about, adults busy with their work.

Damien spent a while just soaking in the atmosphere of civilization.

He had spent the past seven years on his own. Seeing, hearing and even conversing with humans was refreshing.

Though he had resolved himself to reach the greatest of heights, he didn't want to become some emotionless robot.

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"It's been fourteen years since I ate ice cream," he smiled while devouring some vanilla-like ice cream.

He then unfurled a large piece of paper that was filled with pictures of islands and points of interest in the West Blue—a map.

Damien continued to lick his ice cream as he located El Pavor Island.

It was further south from Greta Island, a minimal journey of around two weeks by ship.

Naturally, this was the route for normal people, adjusted to travel within marine jurisdictions to avoid any pesky pirates.

The shortest distance was more of an eight-day trip.

Damien was fairly confident in taking down the Gambino Family.

He recalled that Capone 'Gang' Bege was able to dominate the Mafia Families before raising his flag and becoming a pirate. 

If a Bege of that level could reach the top of West Blue then naturally Damien could take down a single family alone.

He also wanted to get some actual combat experience, solo-practise could only go so far. Only by putting your life on the line can you truly blossom in strength.

Damien suddenly woke up from his thoughts as he saw some letter in the newspaper held up by a middle-aged man sitting not so far away, enjoying a cup of tea.

The bolded subheading read:

"ROCKS STRIKES AGAIN!"

Damien read the description without difficulty, suffice to say his vision was quite impeccable.

'That's it?'

The problem was that the entire story wasn't even on the cover.

Not only that, it barely spanned a half page. Simply stating that the Rocks Pirates had attacked a kingdom in the New World and left it ablaze.

No names were given, it was simply a hollow report that focused on showcasing the Rocks as a group of devils without giving much information to any single individual.

'I thought the news of the Rocks was erased only after his death, but it seems even now the general public only see them as some reckless fools in the New World,' Damien surmised.

His eyes then glanced at the news distributor.

"WORLD NEWS AGENCY."

Damien scoffed in return, "No wonder, the entire news is under World Government control!"

Unlike in Luffy's time when Morgans controlled the news, it seemed that the 'World News Economy Journal' simply did not yet exist and everything was under the Five Elders' thumbs.

"Whoever controls the media, controls the mind," Damien muttered as he shook his head and got up.

*Splash*

The water burst apart as the anchor was pulled up.

It was a rather pristine yet small ship that Damien had purchased for 10 million berries.

The sail was unfurled as Damien set off towards the south.

*Bam*

The table groaned as it was put under great pressure.

Damien gazed at the tower of books before him, courtesy of Greta Island Public Library.

He had 'borrowed' some tens of books for his own knowledge.

It was a simple thought. Damien wanted to soak in as much information and data about this world as he could.

Though the academic side of things of the One Piece world was rather primitive from Earth, he focused more on the history and geography of the seas.

Whether it was about the weather and its random changes, the types of Sea Kings in the oceans, the types of poisons found in what animals, or the countless animals and plants that were known. Even the diseases of the world were important to know of.

The history aspect includes the kingdoms under the World Government, previous wars and battles, the big names of the seas and finally and most importantly, the history behind the World Government itself.

Though the information available was surely heavily censored and even altered, only a fool would sail the endless seas without having basic knowledge of what to expect.

Damien had always been studious and used the free time available during his longer voyage to soak in the needed information.

"Boons of having a strong memory, otherwise I'd be slamming my head on the wall trying to memorize all this stuff," he thought before setting sail.

[Nine Days Later]

A lonely ship docked at the eastern side of El Pavor Island.

A large garrison of mobsters naturally surrounded the area beyond the lonesome ship.

There were a few hundred men dressed in rather well-fitted black suits.

A small cloud of smoke covered the island and 95% of the mobsters were perpetually smoking!

*Click*

Hundreds of guns were loaded as they pointed at the rather empty ship. 

"Be careful, the attacker was able to ward off all cannon fire, most likely an ability user!" an aged gangster said as he sucked his cigar.

The armed personnel then saw a single person stand at the bow of the ship, the morning sun masking their appearance.

A few men gulped as they were enveloped in the shadow cast onto them.

"Open fire!"

To Be Continued…

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Author's Corner.

Slowly building Damien's character, seeing the world more critically as time ticks on forth.

Images: https://discord.gg/aJHHHPvb6q


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