Brook wasn’t fully satisfied with the terms. After a mont’s thought, he added another condition with a sly grin.
“I can accept your proposal, but Elbaf must establish diplomatic ties with the Hell Pirates. We’ll stay out of each other’s business and develop freely.”
He smiled as he spoke. To control the giants, there was no need to defeat or enslave them—money, trade, and strategic employnt were far more effective tools. Brook simply didn’t believe that backward Elbaf could resist the pull of his two little devils. Sooner or later, the kingdom would fall into his hands.
“No! The World Governnt would never allow that!” King Odin roared. “Elbaf won’t stop its people from joining the Navy or becoming pirates, but we won’t align ourselves with any faction! At most, I’ll privately promise not to cause you more trouble—but you'd better move your Hell Giant Soldier City farther away. Otherwise, if the Giant Navy gets involved, don’t bla for what happens next!”
King Odin's stance remained neutral. He would not openly side with pirates or the Navy. But deep down, he was already planning to use the Giant Navy to put Brook in his place. Elbaf had connections in both the dark and light sides of the world. Even the infamous Rocks Pirates had once counted a warrior from Elbaf—Jennifer—as one of their own. And let’s not forget the Titan Vice Admiral currently stationed at Marine Headquarters.
Conveniently, that very vice admiral would be returning to Elbaf for vacation in a few days—to recruit young giants for the Navy. King Odin fully intended to use him to stir trouble for Brook.
“Then I hope we can work well together,” Brook replied smoothly. “Let’s avoid a repeat of what happened with Chital. Next ti, the result might not be so... rciful.”
For now, he agreed. Ti was on the Hell Pirates’ side—they could slowly erode the influence of the Elbaf Kingdom. Odin wasn’t as simple as he looked. The old giant clearly knew how to pull the Navy into the ga. This would take finesse.
“When the ti cos, I’ll hand things over to you personally,” King Odin said curtly. “And get a good look at the so-called new overlord.”
He didn’t hide his dissatisfaction. The Hell Pirates had dared to touch Elbaf’s territory, even capturing one of his generals. He was furious.
“Yohoho! Then you’re welco anyti,” Brook chuckled. “I’ve always wanted to witness the might of the Spear of Elbaf.”
He didn’t even address King Odin directly—he went straight for Elbaf’s pride. The insult was so blunt that Odin slamd the Den Den Mushi shut in anger. He nearly crushed it but held back. Maybe soday, he thought, Elbaf could buy a batch of these large Den Den Mushi from Brook. It would be better than shouting across mountaintops to communicate.
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A while later, a giant burst into the hall, shouting without a shred of formality.
“King! John Jax has arrived at Dorne Harbor! He brought back a whole tribe of giants from the open sea!”
“That guy’s been a vice admiral for decades and still can’t train his own n properly. What a ss,” Odin muttered, clearly annoyed.
The giants who left Elbaf to serve in the Navy often ca back empty-handed. They beca loyal tools of the World Governnt, completely brainwashed. They never brought back naval technology, blueprints, or advanced weapons. Not even a single decent sword. Just more fresh recruits for the Navy.
Still... Odin smirked. Maybe Jax should et Brook. That would send a clear ssage to the Navy that the Hell Pirates now had their sights on Elbaf.
A booming voice rang out before the doors even opened. “King! I’m back—and I brought a little surprise!”
A towering giant walked in, clad in a Navy uniform and wearing a distinctive mask. Behind him stood a younger, orange-haired giant with an unusually gentle deanor for an Elbaf warrior.
“Jax! Where are the giant cannons I asked for? What kind of vice admiral are you if you can’t even bring those back?” Odin barked.
“The Fleet Admiral said they’ll be ready in a year or two,” Jax answered sheepishly.
He quickly changed the subject. “King, allow to introduce Commodore Jaguar D. Saul of the South Blue. He’s 78 years old and a mber of the exiled D clan among the giants.”
At the ntion of that na, Odin’s eyes narrowed.
The "D"—one of the ruling families of the ancient Great Kingdom, natural enemies of the Celestial Dragons.
Just like the World Governnt had twenty royal families, the Great Kingdom had its own lineages—across different races and lands. But after the Hundred-Year War eight centuries ago, the Twenty Kings ford the World Governnt and wiped out their enemies. Humans beca the rulers of the world, and all other races were pushed back into the shadows.
“The Will of D...” Odin muttered. “There’s not much left of that knowledge in this world.”
He looked closely at Sauro. Unlike the warlike Elbaf giants, Sauro had a peaceful aura. It was likely this gentleness that made the World Governnt tolerate his existence.
“King,” Jax added seriously, “Marijoa has relaxed its stance on the D clan. They’re spreading the ssage of peaceful coexistence and even allowing D-blooded individuals into the Navy. Vice Admiral Monkey D. Garp is their poster boy.”
Thanks to Garp’s reputation for strength, justice, and loyalty, Saul had been accepted and quickly promoted through the ranks. Now, he stood as a rising star within the Navy—one the World Governnt used to promote unity and peace.
Of course, the truth was darker.
Rather than forcing all D clan mbers into piracy, Marijoa now used so of them against others. Let the D's kill the D's. Monkey D. Garp was their chosen sword against Rocks D. Xebec and Gol D. Roger.
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Jaguar D. Saul—Vice Admiral of the Titan Division in the original records—had always been close to Monkey D. Garp. Eventually, he even befriended Garp’s disciple, Aokiji.
During the O’Hara Incident, Saul defied Marine orders by releasing the archaeologist Nico Olivia. He later defected, and in the end, Aokiji himself was forced to execute him to protect a young Nico Robin. He was 105 years old when he died.
King Odin silently observed Saul. His face, marked with hardship and humility, revealed a man who had beco nothing more than a tool for the World Governnt—a pawn from the legendary D clan, now caught in a greater ga.
Odin had lived for over two centuries. In every era he’d seen rise and fall, there was always at least one pirate from the D clan shaking the seas. Now it was Rocks D. Xebec, known as the King of the New World. Rumors said another D—Gol D. Roger—was also gaining montum. His crew was now considered the second most powerful pirate crew in the New World, trailing only the two reigning overlords.
The World Governnt had good reason to worry about the D clan. They were a thorn in the side of history. Their solution? Absorb the D clan into the Navy... then pit them against their pirate kin.
“You want Saul to return to Elbaf, don’t you?” King Odin asked coldly.
Perhaps a millennium ago, Saul ancestors had ruled the giants. But the tis had changed. Dynasties had risen and fallen, customs evolved, and strength—not bloodline—now determined status in Elbaf. There was no glory in being a relic of a fallen royal line. Not unless he had the power to prove it.
The Great Kingdom was dead.
There was no throne left to inherit.
If Saul wanted recognition, he’d have to fight for it.
As for John Jax—reckless, loyal, and hopelessly brainwashed by the Navy—he was still one of Elbaf’s greatest single-combat champions. In his pri, he’d walked into the Howling Forest and torn the fangs from the Beast King Nash Dragon with his bare hands, shaking all of Elbaf to its core.
“I just want him to have a ho,” Jax said, eting the king’s gaze. “A place to belong.”
King Odin remained silent for a beat, then finally nodded. “Fine. But if he’s going to live here, then he’ll have to prove his courage. Let’s see what he’s made of. Co with —we’re delivering branches of the Adam Wood to Brook, the New World’s overlord.”
There was a hidden ssage in his words. Bringing a Navy officer to et with a pirate captain wasn’t just a delivery run—it was a calculated move. Odin hoped the Navy would realize how dangerous Brook had beco and finally send serious reinforcents or firepower.
“Wait—King, are you cooperating with Brook?!” Jax’s voice bood in outrage. It was less a question and more an accusation.
“Hmph. Chital was captured by Brook. The Axe of the God of War—Kratos’s weapon—is in his hands. I’m going to bargain for their return!” Odin snarled. His anger wasn’t just an act. Brook had taken much from Elbaf.
“Then let’s go now! I’ll drive him out myself and take Chital back!”
“Stand down!” Odin barked. “I’ve negotiated a deal. If you charge in now, Chital will be executed! You’re too reckless, Jax. You want revenge? Fine. But wait until I get our people back. And don’t forget—you couldn’t even beat Chital. If you’re going after Brook, bring backup!”
Jax froze at the king’s words, then clenched his fists and stord out.
“I’ll report this to Navy Headquarters! We can’t let the Hell Pirates take Elbaf!”
He rushed out of Titan King City in a panic, hoping his warship hadn’t left yet. If it was still docked, he could use its Den Den Mushi to alert the Marines.
Saul remained behind, feeling completely out of place. The fire in the eyes of the giants around him was suffocating. It was as if they all wanted to drag him into a fight just to test his strength.
Even John Jax’s son, John Jaendo, was sizing him up.
Sixty years old and already a giant among giants, Jaendo was destined to beco a warrior. In the original records of the Marineford War, he had been one of the dozen giant vice admirals deployed by the Navy—though he was among those killed instantly by Whitebeard’s quake fist.
Now, Jaendo was a fearless upstart, eager to test himself. He challenged Saul without hesitation.
As a giant recruit, he wouldn’t have to start as a soldier. He would enter directly as a second lieutenant and rise from there. It was an unspoken privilege of his race.
Soon, a group of excited young giants dragged Saul toward the duel ring.
anwhile, King Odin personally oversaw the preparation of Adam Wood—the sacred material used in shipbuilding—and Gungnir Steel, a rare, precious tal.
He had no intention of going empty-handed.
If he was going to et Brook, the self-proclaid new overlord, he would also bring Elbaf’s pride—the legendary Spear of Elbaf.
After all, how could a warrior of Elbaf resist testing his ttle against the strongest? Understanding your enemy was the first step to defeating them.
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Hell Giant Soldier City
Far across the sea, the sniper Hiruba spotted naval warships docking at a remote Elbaf port through the lens of his Glare-Glare Fruit ability. He quickly reported to Brook.
Elbaf had only a handful of usable ports. The Hell Pirates knew all of them. They had eyes on every one.
“So the Navy’s finally making a move, eh?” Brook chuckled, eyes flashing.
Right now, all he wanted was Gungnir. He already had Kratos’s Axe of the God of War. In a way, he had already won. Even if things went sideways and he had to abandon the city, he’d leave with hundreds of loyal giants. A fair trade.
Still, diplomacy was worth the effort. Why rush into conflict when you could make moves without lifting a sword?
Brook glanced at the twenty-two elite warriors from Titan King City. The red glow in his eyes flickered—those n had changed. Their thoughts, their loyalty... now aligned with him.
Infiltration successful.
He only hoped Odin would treat his "n" with care—after all, they were now Brook's assets.
As for GeneralChitalr, he was still a problem. Even after ten days, Brook hadn’t been able to bend him. The man was strong. The second-best warrior in Elbaf, after all.
Unlike the others, Chital hadn’t submitted. The rest had been crushed by Brook’s might and broken into obedience. Chital stood alone—still resisting.
Such a powerful specin... If only Dr. Vegapunk could get his hands on him.
That thought brought Brook to another obsession—the mory Fruit.
If the Charlotte Family had managed to find it, then so could the Hell Pirates. With that power, Brook could rewrite mories, bend minds, and build an empire of loyal followers.
Why bother with fear or force when you could simply change what your enemies believed?
Compared to the mory Seahorse, which could only absorb mories, the mory Fruit was god-tier.
“If King Odin wants to play dirty...” Brook muttered with a smirk, “...then don’t bla for doing the sa.”
Of course, he’d already been walking in the shadows since the beginning.
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