One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki Chapter 308: The Five Elders Are Scared Witless! Public Exec

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Chapter 308: The Five Elders Are Scared Witless! Public Execution of a Celestial Dragon!

The sea breeze seed to freeze in that instant. Across the harbor, from the tens of thousands of Marine elites to the pirates watching from afar, everyone looked like a choked duck. Not a sound was made, save for the rhythmic crashing of the waves.

Every gaze held a look of terror—not for themselves, but for the man on the golden ship. They looked at him as if he were already dead.

Saint Charloss remained in his arrogant posture, his diamond-encrusted finger pointing straight at the tavern. He was pointing at the very building where those two pieces of "jerky" were hanging.

"Hey! Are you all deaf?" Charloss snapped, waving his gold flintlock around. "Didn’t you hear ? This Saint has claid that spot! And those two eyesores hanging by the door—they make sick! Who put them there? No sense of aesthetics at all! Get soone to throw those pieces of rotting at into the sea to feed the sharks! They’re blocking my view! Also!"

He sniffled, sucking back the snot that was about to run into his mouth, and stared greedily at the second-floor window of the tavern.

"That window faces the right way. I’ll build an all-glass bathroom there so my new rmaid slaves can swim in it! Now! Move! Clear the area!"

BOOM—!

The mont those words were uttered, a taphorical nuclear bomb detonated in the minds of everyone who knew the truth.

Throw Kaido... into the sea?

Throw Shiki away like rotting at?

Forcibly seize the territory of the shopkeeper even Lord Imu doesn’t dare provoke?

And build a bathroom over that man’s head?!

"He’s mad... he’s absolutely lost his mind..." Sengoku stood on the deck, feeling his heart skip beats. Cold sweat soaked his back and trickled down his spine. Where did this retard co from?! If you want to die, go ahead, but don’t drag the entire Marines down with you! Do you have any idea who lives in there? That’s a monster who can manipulate the Emperors like clay, bring the dead back to life, and control ti itself!

"Pffft—"

Garp, who had just stuffed a handful of crackers into his mouth, sprayed them everywhere. His eyes were wide with disbelief as he stared at the moron. "This kid... he’s got so balls! In all my years, I’ve never seen soone so eager to be reincarnated! Calling Kaido and Shiki ’rotting at’... tsk, tsk."

At the sa ti, the two figures hanging from the crooked tree began to move.

"Mmph..."

A low, thunderous grunt rumbled. The bound Hundred Beasts Kaido snapped his eyes open. His pupils, once hazy, now erupted with a bone-chilling murderous light.

Rotting at? Throw into the sea? In all his decades of ruling the seas, not even Roger or Whitebeard had insulted him like this! Being suppressed by Boss Blake was one thing—that was losing to a God, there was no sha in it. But a snot-nosed waste like this dared to sh*t on his head?!

⌁ Vrrr—!! ⌁

A suppressed yet still terrifying Conqueror’s Haki began to radiate from Kaido. Beside him, Golden Lion Shiki was turning purple with rage. Although his mouth was stuffed with a rag, his eyes were practically spitting fire. If looks could kill, Saint Charloss would have been sliced into ten thousand pieces already.

"Mmph! Mmph!! 『 I’ll kill him!! 』"

Even in a sealed state, the killing intent of two Emperor-level powerhouses caused the surrounding temperature to plumt. Marine soldiers at the port began to shake, their rifles trembling in their hands.

"Shut up!!"

A roar filled with pure terror rang out. Saint Rosward rushed out of the cabin and grabbed his son’s arm. He was arrogant, but he wasn’t a fool. On the journey here, he had seen Great Pirates standing in line like obedient children. That eerie sense of order had triggered his survival instincts.

"Charloss! Stop talking!" Rosward hissed. "This isn’t Mary Geoise!"

"Father, what are you afraid of?" Charloss shook off his father’s hand impatiently. "We are Gods! Everything under the sun, even the air itself, belongs to us! It’s an honor for that family that I’ve taken an interest in their house!"

With that, he raised his gold pistol and aid it toward the tree.

"Since you won’t act, this Saint will clean up the trash personally!"

BANG—!

The sharp crack of the gunshot echoed across the silent harbor. A bullet made of pure gold tore through the air, flying straight toward Kaido’s... forehead.

Ti seed to freeze.

He... he fired? He fired at an Emperor?

Tink!

The gold bullet struck Kaido’s brow. It didn’t even leave a white mark; it just ricocheted away. Kaido’s skin didn’t even show a dent.

But that single shot had completely ignited the powder keg.

Kaido slowly raised his head. His beastly pupils locked onto Charloss. Even bound like a chimaki, the terrifying pressure of a creature at the apex of existence caused the slave Charloss was riding to foam at the mouth and collapse.

"Damn it..." Sengoku closed his eyes in despair. It’s over. If that demon Blake feels his peace has been disturbed, everyone here is going to die today!

At that critical mont—

"Enough."

A voice—old, yet vibrating with endless coldness and authority—ca from the top deck of the golden ship. Five figures in black suits, radiating a terrifying aura, slowly walked onto the deck.

The Five Elders! The peak of world power! The true rulers!

Seeing them, the Marine generals nearby imdiately dropped to one knee. "Greetings, Lords of the Five Elders!"

Even Saint Rosward breathed a sigh of relief, quickly straightening his clothes to bow. Charloss, however, pointed toward the tavern with a resentful face.

"Those commoners dared to ignore my orders! And that big brute actually glared at ! Have CP0 seize that house for imdiately! I want to gouge that guy’s eyes out and use them as lightbulbs!"

He was laughing—a cruel, idiotic laugh. In his mind, the Five Elders’ appearance represented the descent of the world’s highest will. No matter who the shopkeeper was, no matter which Emperor sat there, they would have to kneel before the "Gods"!

However, he failed to notice that Saint Jaygarcia Saturn, who was leading the group, had a face so grim it looked like it could drip ink. His sharp eyes held no trace of affection. Only the coldness reserved for a dead man.

"Fool," Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro muttered coldly, adjusting his glasses.

"Eh?" Charloss blinked. He hadn’t yet realized who that word was directed at.

In the next second, without any warning or word, Saint Saturn, standing in the center, slowly raised his cane. The tip was suddenly wreathed in pitch-black Haki. A terrifying aura that made every Admiral present feel a shiver of dread erupted!

"Since that mouth only knows how to bring disaster to the World Governnt..." Saturn’s voice was as cold as a void. "Then let it be closed forever."

What?! Rosward looked up, his eyes nearly splitting with shock. "Lord Saturn! Wait—"

SQUELCH—!!

A sickening, wet sound echoed. Blood erupted like a fountain under the sun. Charloss didn’t even have ti to scream. His head... was like a waterlon struck by a sledgehamr. It simply disintegrated into a mist of blood!

A spray of red and white hit the floor, coating his pristine white suit and splashing onto the stunned face of Saint Rosward.

Thud.

The headless body wobbled for a mont before collapsing onto the red carpet. The gold pistol clattered to the floor, rolling to a stop at Saint Saturn’s feet.

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