[Five Days Later]
The ship that Rosse was riding was sailing on the great sea.
Sunlight sprinkled on the surface of the sea, shimring with glimrs, and in the distance several snail ships were slowly approaching.
These monster-like ships were huge in size, each tens of ters long, dragged forward by an ugly yet enormous snail.
The ship hulls were pitch black, like moving shadows, and on the masts fluttered black sails printed with "66", making flapping sounds in the sea wind.
"So this is Germa 66? The evil organization that three hundred years ago attempted to overthrow the entire North Blue?", Gion gazed at the densely packed snail ships, her eyes carrying a thoughtful look, as if pondering how long it would take to break through all the snail ships.
"Evil? Justice? It's just that they lost."
"Three hundred years ago they nearly unified North Blue, yet it was not because their strength was enough, but because the World Governnt needed their existence."
"Their strength wasn't even comparable to the Rocks Pirates of a decade or so ago."
Rosse walked to her side, his voice calmly narrating, "At that ti, dozens of allied countries in North Blue united, attempting to refuse the Heavenly Tribute, and privately established the North Blue United Governnt."
"It was precisely for this reason that Germa 66, under the support of the World Governnt, rose accordingly."
"In just a few years' ti, the North Blue United Governnt was easily destroyed by Germa 66, and the territory was also occupied by Germa 66."
"Later, Germa 66 felt their own strength was very strong, and attempted to defy the orders of the World Governnt."
"So Germa 66 was destroyed?", Gion guessed.
"Obviously, Germa 66, after wiping out the allied nations, was destroyed by the righteous World Governnt, leaving only a few small fry escaping by a thread," Rosse sneered.
In this world, there was no such thing as justice to speak of, rely interests and power.
Whoever was strong, they were the one in the right.
If one wished to proclaim true justice, then it had to wait until after winning.
"Really is pitiful, so the current Germa 66 is just a small organization established by those remnants," Gion sighed.
"The current Germa 66 is an organization personally founded by Vinsmoke Judge. He was also a mber of MADS, once working together with Vegapunk."
"Germa 66 strengthens itself through technology, and its strength in North Blue is still considered acceptable."
To be fair, Germa 66's strength placed among the World Governnt and the New World was completely not worth ntioning, but in the weak North Blue, it could be considered a strong force.
The Four Seas were the areas under the World Governnt's tightest control, fundantally not allowing strong powers or individuals to erge.
"Let's go. They've stopped. Bring Vegapunk's corpse along and see how much bargaining chip for Germa 66's future he can provide ," Gazing at the snail ships that had all uniformly stopped, Rosse took a step forward.
At this mont, the surface of the sea seed to be controlled by so force, as the waves in front of the ship began to surge violently, as if stirred apart by an invisible giant hand, forming a deep, bottomless trench in the middle.
At the bottom of the trench, a strange and spectacular water road suddenly appeared, extending from Rosse' ship all the way to the distant Germa 66 main ship, like a divine bridge connecting the mortal world.
"Enemy attack!"
"Be careful!"
Seeing this man-made spectacle in the ocean, the crew mbers of Germa 66 instantly fell into chaos.
They had road North Blue for many years, seen countless storms, but had never seen soone casually open such a magnificent waterway. This was simply beyond their imagination.
Even Judge, who was knowledgeable and experienced, had an extrely grave expression upon witnessing Rosse' technique.
The last ti he had seen soone this powerful was during the Ohara Buster Call, when the Navy Admiral now known as Sakazuki displayed such strength.
"CALM DOWN!", Judge shouted in a deep voice, his voice roaring like thunder throughout the entire fleet, causing the panicked crew to gradually calm down.
He didn't know why Rosse was doing this, but if Germa 66 panicked because of this, then it would be his face that would be completely lost.
Amid the stunned gazes of everyone, Rosse was the first to step onto that water road, his steps incomparably steady, his whole body exuding a powerful aura that was hard to look directly at.
Stella and Gion closely followed, flanking him on the left and right, the figures of the three, reflected against the seawater, appearing incomparably towering and grand.
Behind them, four assistants dressed in World Governnt attire carried a solemn coffin, slowly walking at the end.
Inside the coffin lay Vegapunk's corpse.
This once scientific genius, even after death, could not rest in peace, becoming a bargaining chip in Rosse' hands.
At this mont, it was as if the entire sea had frozen in ti. Everyone held their breath, staring at this scene, hearts filled with awe toward Rosse.
'Is it intimidation, or just their usual entrance thod...', Judge narrowed his eyes slightly, speculating about Rosse' intentions.
He wasn't afraid in the slightest, after all, he had already sworn allegiance to Rosse, and Rosse had no reason to make a move against him.
However, these thoughts were quickly thrown to the back of Judge's mind.
At this ti, he was staring hotly at that coffin.
'Vegapunk, huh.'
Who would have thought that the scientific genius they once revered like a god would be so easily killed by the World Governnt, and even after death, his corpse had no dignity left.
'Sigh, if technology is not used to arm oneself, then no matter how much is researched, it will be aningless.'
At this mont, Judge beca even more determined in his own path.
"Judge...", Standing beside Judge was a blonde beauty, who seed to sense the change in her husband, and looked at him worriedly.
"I'm fine. Get ready to welco," Judge said in a deep voice, not saying anything more to his wife Sora.
So things were aningless to say; whether it was his wife or his children, even himself, all should sacrifice for the sake of Germa 66's growth.
The hundred-ter waterway was reached in a flash, and seeing Rosse' figure within ten ters.
Judge was the first to kneel down on one knee. Seeing her husband doing so, Sora could only follow closely.
"Germa 66 welcos Your Highness' arrival."
"Rise," Rosse' gaze casually swept over the two kneeling people.
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[Vinsmoke Judge]
[Comprehensive Rating: B grade]
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Judge was a middle-aged man wearing a tallic helt, with long golden hair, tall stature, and a serious expression. Judging from the aura emitted from his body, he was far from reaching the B-grade level.
The reason he could have a B rating was most likely because he was once a mber of MADS, coupled with Germa 66 and his own scientific technological enhancents.
Just a single glance, Rosse then moved his gaze onto Sora.
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[Vinsmoke Sora]
[Comprehensive Rating: E grade]
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In front of him, Sora's golden hair lightly danced in the wind, her bangs half-covering her eyes, her light blue eyes revealing a delicate and pure brilliance.
Her features were delicate, skin fair, a faint smile at the corners of her mouth that ward people's hearts.
Her one-knee kneeling posture even more highlighted her exquisite and curvaceous figure, the flowing long dress and abundant bosom perfectly outlined, making it hard to look away.
Rosse really liked blondes, especially such tasteful blonde beauties.
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