One Piece: Fist of the Full Moon Chapter 199 199: Three Celestial Dragons

A flag was raised high into the air.

Its background was purple, emblazoned with the head of a wolverine.

That was the emblem of Roldi's faction.

Which ant that Grove 29 of the Sabaody Archipelago had officially been absorbed into his territory and now stood under his protection.

As the banner fluttered above, an unreal sensation spread through the crowd.

It had been centuries since pirates had openly claid Sabaody as their turf.

Still, matters of that scale had nothing to do with small fry like them.

Without pause, Roldy advanced toward the next grove. Taking Grove 29 had cost him roughly an hour and a half—mainly because there had simply been too many people who needed killing.

Grove 28

The Marine Headquarters Vice Admiral stationed at Sabaody had been waiting for so ti.

Hundreds of Marines stood in formation behind him, silent. The air was thick with the pressure of impending battle. Though their enemy numbered only five, it felt as though they were preparing to face an army.

Before the soldiers could even react—

Five figures appeared in front of them as if they had teleported.

Roldy walked forward calmly. When the Marines ca into view, his expression didn't change in the slightest.

He had expected this.

It was rely one step in his plan.

"Well, if it isn't Rear Admiral Dolka—ah, no, Vice Admiral Dolka now," Roldy greeted casually, patting the middle-aged officer on the shoulder as if eting an old acquaintance. "So you're the one guarding Sabaody? Here to catch up with an old friend?"

Dolka snorted coldly and shifted a step aside without making a scene. His gaze hardened.

"Pirate Roldi, you—"

"Hold it," Roldy interrupted seriously. "I'm not a pirate. Don't slander a law-abiding citizen. I've washed my hands of piracy."

Dolka's eye twitched.

Three years ago, Roldy had publicly announced his withdrawal from piracy, establishing the Fitt Family. The wolverine banner was its crest. Everyone knew it was little more than a rebranding effort. His thods hadn't changed in the slightest.

But technically speaking—

He was no longer a pirate.

"Roldy," Dolka pressed, ignoring the wordplay, "what are your intentions at Sabaody?"

Roldy scratched his head and looked at him as if he'd asked sothing foolish.

"What do you an? I'm claiming Sabaody as my territory. Just look at the filth here. As a responsible citizen, it's my duty to clean up the scum. Under my governance, this island will be reborn."

He spoke with righteous conviction.

For a brief, surreal mont, so of the Marines almost believed him—

Because a radiant, almost holy light seed to shine from behind him.

"Don't tell ," Crocodile muttered darkly, veins popping on his forehead, "that the 200 million Berries you spent on that high-powered spotlight was for this."

Behind Roldi, Sheen operated two massive handheld lamps, angling them dramatically to create the illusion of divine radiance.

The Marines stared blankly.

So that "holy aura" was manual.

"Gahahaha!" Roldy laughed. "Trust , Dolka. You know . As a graduate of the first Marine Recruit Training Camp, I doubt you want to see that kind of thing either."

He didn't wait for a response.

Out of respect for old ties, Roldy detoured slightly rather than forcing his way through.

Dolka didn't stop him.

Partly because he knew he stood no chance.

But also because—

Roldywasn't wrong.

As the officer in charge of Sabaody's security, Dolka was painfully aware of how deep the corruption ran. The closer one stood to Marine Headquarters, the darker the shadows seed to grow.

"Where did it all go wrong…" he murmured.

But he already knew the answer.

He reported the situation via Den Den Mushi to Marine Headquarters. Fleet Admiral Sengoku fell silent for a mont before responding. Against an enemy like Roldi, survival alone was fortunate enough.

The Marines were close—

But not close enough.

Roldy swept through the groves with increasing speed and brutality, clearing everything down to Grove 23.

The mont he stepped onto Grove 23, he noticed the difference. It was far more prosperous than the others. Naturally, stronger individuals were present as well.

"Boss," Crocodile reported, "one of today's primary targets—the three Celestial Dragons—are here in Grove 23. Intelligence confirms that tonight's main auction includes four Giants, two Fish-n, and one rmaid."

Roldi's brow lifted.

A killing intent impossible to ignore filled his eyes.

Sheen's usual carefree grin vanished as well.

"Hey, boss," Sheen said quietly, "after we bring Sabaody under control… how about we take Fish-Man Island too?"

Roldy nodded.

"Not a bad idea."

The five of them walked toward the largest auction house.

Inside—

Chaos was already brewing.

"Saint Charlos-sama! You must evacuate imdiately! An unstoppable enemy is approaching!"

A CP agent in a suit, drenched in sweat, urgently pleaded before the seated Celestial Dragon.

Saint Charlos casually pulled a golden pistol from his coat and pressed it beneath the agent's chin.

Bang.

The shot echoed through the hall.

The agent collapsed lifeless.

Two children sitting beside Charlos—one boy and one girl, both wearing the iconic glass-dod helts of the Celestial Dragons—cheered excitedly.

"Father is amazing! How dare a lowly human try to command a god? Trash like that should all be killed!"

"That's right!"

Basking in their admiration, Saint Charlos grinned smugly.

"Of course. We are gods. Not like these vermin. And soon… perhaps we'll get to watch an even more interesting show."

Under his command, the auction house manager—who had already received warnings—had no choice but to continue the auction.

The exits were sealed.

No guests were allowed to leave.

After all, what Charlos desired was not rely slaves.

He wanted to enjoy bidding under the gaze of the crowd—

To flaunt overwhelming wealth and authority.

To savor the ecstasy of standing above all life.

As for so villain rampaging across Sabaody?

So what?

Surely no one would dare lay a hand on a World Noble.

…Had he allowed the agents behind him to finish explaining who Roldy was—

Perhaps he wouldn't have remained so composed.

But now—

Even if he wished to flee—

It was too late.

Roldy had arrived.