Douluo: I can upgrade my luck by traveling through One Piece.

Under the scorching sun, the desert of Alabasta is like a golden ocean, with waves rising and falling, as if telling endless stories.

The sunlight shines through the clouds, covering this desolate land with a dazzling golden coat. The sand grains sparkle faintly under the sunlight, like countless stars scattered on the ground.

The breeze blew gently, bringing up a gust of fine sand, just like waves gently lapping against the shore, making a rustling sound.

Deep in this vast sea of ​​sand, a dark conspiracy is quietly brewing.

Crocodile, the man known as the "Sand Crocodile", was sitting in his dark base, surrounded by walls made of heavy stones, exuding a damp and cold atmosphere.

There were a few dim lamps hanging from the low ceiling. The weak light cast distorted shadows on the wall, as if telling the secret of this place.

Crocodile's fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a rhythmic sound, as if composing a prelude to the conspiracy that was about to unfold.

A sinister smile appeared on his face, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his eyes flashed with cunning, as if he was brewing a brilliant plan.

At this moment, his heart was filled with pride and anticipation.

"Did that brat break up with the World Town Government?"

He whispered to himself, his voice full of amusement and coldness.

"That's good, it can help me attract a lot of attention."

The smile on his lips became more and more obvious, and he was secretly proud in his heart, "As long as I can decipher the historical text and obtain the power of Hades, I can become the strongest in the world!"

Crocodile looked through the window at the sand dunes outside, thinking about his plan for national development in his mind.

The sand dunes undulated in the sunlight, as if sending him a mysterious message.

He knew that Alabasta's wealth and resources were the best springboard for him to realize his ambitions.

There are countless treasures hidden in the desert of this country, and he wants to take these treasures into his own hands.

In his mind, the ancient history text emerged, which recorded the legend of endless wealth and great power.

Crocodile's heart beat faster, imagining that when he gained that power, the whole world would surrender to him.

The rhythm of his fingers tapping on the table became increasingly rapid, as if preparing for the coming storm.

At the same time, the desert outside still looked extremely desolate under the scorching sun. Occasionally, a few lonely camels wandered among the sand dunes, carrying heavy goods on their backs, as if adding a bit of vitality to this desolate land.

Deep in the desert, there are occasional loud and clear eagle cries, as if warning outsiders who dare to enter this land.

Outside Crocodile's base, a team of men in black cloaks were silently guarding, with masks on their faces, hiding their identities.

There was a glimmer of crazy desire in everyone's eyes. They were all attracted by Crocodile's ambition and were willing to serve him and follow in his footsteps until their unparalleled dream came true.

"Are you ready for everything?"

Crocodile turned around and glanced at his men, his eyes flashing with unquestionable majesty.

"As long as I control Alabasta, I can become the king of this world."

Crocodile muttered to himself, a cruel smile on his face.

The desire and ambition in his heart were like a burning flame, burning every cell in his body.

His plan was not just to simply seize power, but to take the lifeline of the entire country into his own hands and become a true ruler.

He gathered several of his elite men and sat them around a huge round table.

The table was covered with a map of Alabasta, with detailed markings showing every key location.

Crocodile ran his finger across the map, his eyes flashing with a sinister light: "We must first control the palace, which is the center of power."

"Next, we will use the internal struggles of the royal family to create chaos and make them kill each other."

His subordinates nodded one after another, with flames of desire flashing in their eyes.

Everyone knows that following Crocodile means being able to share the supreme power and wealth.

However, there was also a faint feeling of uneasiness in their hearts.

Crocodile's ambition is so huge that it is even suffocating.

Crocodile seemed to sense the hesitation of his men. He smiled slightly and said in a low and magnetic voice: "You must understand that only by grasping power can you truly survive."

"The royal family of Alabasta is corrupt and internal strife is constant. This is our chance to show our strength."

"As long as we take action, we can seize the ruling power of this land in one fell swoop!"

This is a lie.

As one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, Crocodile Crocodile, how could he allow others to share the fruits of his victory?
Even if these people are his subordinates, this is no exception.

As he spoke, the fighting spirit of his subordinates gradually ignited, and they expressed their willingness to follow him and realize this grand plan together.

A smug smile appeared on Crocodile's lips. He knew that he had successfully tied these people firmly to his chariot.

However, as the plan unfolded, Crocodile's deep-seated anxiety grew stronger.

He couldn't ignore the underlying uneasiness in his heart, as if reminding him that this road would not be smooth.

Although he appeared calm on the outside, he was struggling inside.

Whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, he would sit alone in a dark room, with possible variables and crises constantly emerging in his mind.

A hint of excitement flashed in Crocodile's eyes, but was then suppressed by reason.

He knew that although this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, it also meant danger.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down: "Send someone to investigate the situation immediately to ensure that our plan is not disrupted."

Compared to the small country of Alabasta, the situation in Marinford, the headquarters of the navy, is even more complicated.

In this highest-level office in the Navy, the expressions of all the senior naval officers were quite stiff.

Although the newspapers said that it was an attack by an unknown force, any discerning person can tell who this unknown force is.

After all, apart from the world's capital, how many other forces can have such capital?
In Marshal Zhan Guo's office, the atmosphere was like a depressing thundercloud, and earth-shattering thunder could erupt at any time.

Zhan Guo's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it. He slammed his hand heavily on the table, causing the documents on the table to shake and make crisp sounds.

"These bastards! How dare they act so recklessly in our territory!"

"The one we're fighting is Huo Yuhao, the most powerful genius in our navy!"

"Are these bastard Celestial Dragons trying to break with the Navy?"

Zhan Guo roared, his voice was like thunder, and everyone present shuddered involuntarily.

His eyes were like sharp swords, pointing directly at the vast sea outside the window, as if to cut off the uneasy force in one fell swoop.

The Warring States magnet, in its prime, was as angry as a volcano about to erupt.

It’s daunting.

Garp, sitting on the sofa, had a blank expression on his face as he slowly took a bite of the senbei, as if he didn't care at all about Sengoku's anger.

But his cold eyes revealed a hint of deep thought, as if he was pondering the truth of the matter.

He knew that anger alone would not solve the problem, but would only make the situation more complicated.

"Old Garp, don't you have any sense of crisis?" Zhan Guo was furious, his eyes were like torches, staring straight at Garp.

"Sense of crisis?"

Garp smiled softly, a playful smile on his lips.

"I'm not forgetting the danger while enjoying the senbei. On the contrary, I think this incident is an opportunity."

"Opportunity? What are you talking about?" Zhan Guo frowned, seeming a little puzzled.

"We can take this opportunity to re-examine our strategy."

Garp put down the senbei, his eyes became firm, "On the surface, this attack is aimed at our navy, but in fact, it also exposes the enemy's weakness."

"We need to find out their motivations and purposes, and then develop corresponding countermeasures."

Sengoku nodded. Although he was still furious, Garp's analysis calmed him down a little.

He knew that Cap would always find a way out of the chaos.

"So what do you think we should do?" Zhan Guo asked, his tone softened.

"First, we need to confirm the specific circumstances of the attack and investigate the traces at the scene."

Karp's voice became low and firm. "At the same time, we must also strengthen communication with other naval bases to ensure the timely transmission of information."

"Okay, I'll give the order immediately." Zhan Guo nodded and began to look through the documents on the table, preparing to make an action plan.

Just then, the office door was pushed open and a young officer hurried in with a nervous look on his face.

"Marshal, General Garp! We have received some new intelligence about the details of the attack!"

"Speak!" Zhan Guo immediately turned around, his eyes flashing with anticipation.

"According to our investigation, the attack was carried out at night and the enemy seemed to have used some new type of weapon, causing huge damage."

The officer reported quickly, a tremor in his voice.

"Also, we have discovered some suspicious vessels operating nearby that may be related to the attack."

"Suspicious vessel?"

Garp's eyebrows raised slightly, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

"Then we must send out a reconnaissance team immediately to confirm their identities!"

"Yes!" The officer nodded immediately and turned around to implement the order.

"Wait." Zhan Guo suddenly called him.

"Notify all squadrons and prepare for battle. We cannot take it lightly."

"Yes, Marshal!" the officer responded quickly and hurried away.

Sengoku and Garp looked at each other, and both knew in their hearts that the storm had just begun.

Since the people in the World Town want to hide their identities, they might as well take advantage of them!
Directly wipe out the opponent's remaining "unknown forces" in one fell swoop!
Just then, the door was suddenly kicked open.

A sturdy man with a gloomy face walked in.

As soon as Zefa walked in, the air seemed to be ignited by his anger.

That broad face was covered with shadows of anger, and his eyes were like thunder, staring straight at Sengoku and Garp.

"What are you doing here? Are you just going to sit there and wait for death?"

Zhan Guo was slightly stunned, and then realized that Zefa's anger came from his worry about Huo Yuhao.

Huo Yuhao is Zefa's disciple and grew up under his strict teaching. Zefa has high hopes for him, but now he is deeply anxious because of the attack.

"Zefa, calm down, we are working on a response plan."

Sengoku tried to comfort him.

"calm?"

Zephyr's voice was like thunder.

"My disciple has suffered such a great loss, how can you expect me to stay calm? We must take action immediately and cannot wait any longer!"

Seeing this, Zhan Guo frowned slightly, and felt a little understanding of Zefa's emotions.

“Zefa, we all know the importance of Huo Yuhao, but we need information and cannot attack blindly. The enemy has mastered new weapons, so we need to be cautious.”

He tried to keep his tone calm.

"cautious?"

Zefa sneered, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

“Your caution will only put Huo Yuhao and the others in greater danger. I won’t wait any longer!”
After that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

"Zeff, wait!"

Zhan Guo called him loudly.

"If you want to take action, I can send you on a reconnaissance team, bring your men, and confirm the identity of the suspicious ship. This is the most effective thing we can do at the moment."

Zefa stopped and turned around, fighting spirit flashing in his eyes.

“Okay, I accept this mission. But I want you to promise to inform me immediately after receiving any news. Huo Yuhao is my disciple, and I will never let him come to any harm!”

"of course."

Zhan Guo nodded, secretly admiring Zefa's impulsiveness and determination.

He knew that Zefa was not only an excellent instructor, but also a man of affection and righteousness.

Just then, the phone in the office rang and Zhan Guo quickly picked it up.

"Yes, Command? ...What? Have you discovered the exact location of the suspicious ship? Send out a reconnaissance team immediately, and be sure to proceed with caution!"

While giving orders, he observed Zefa's expression out of the corner of his eye.

"Zefa, prepare your troops and set off immediately!"

Sengoku gave the order, and Zephyr's eyes gleamed, and hope ignited in his heart.

"Yes, Marshal!"

Zefa gritted his teeth and made a secret resolution in his heart that he would never let Huo Yuhao get hurt.

After leaving the office, he immediately gathered his troops and took quick action.

At the same time, Sengoku and Garp are also working hard to formulate countermeasures.
There was a vague sense of uneasiness in the hearts of the people of Guo. This battle would not only be a counterattack against the enemy, but also a test of their will.

"Karp, what do you think the motives of those people in World Town are this time?"

Zhan Guo asked, his eyes looking through the window at the distant sea, his heart full of doubts. (End of this chapter)