How can I become the Pirate King if you don’t work hard?.

Chapter 271 We are different

"Cola?!"

Chopper rubbed his ears; the surrounding noise was too loud for him to hear what Franky said next.

Seeing Franky's tired and weak appearance, they assumed that he was exhausted from the continuous battles and needed to replenish his body's water with cola.

"If you want to quench your thirst, try this."

Chopper rummaged through his clothes and pulled out two bottles of liquid from his pocket, handing them to Franky.

Without much thought, the latter opened the outer armor on his chest, took out the empty cola bottle, and then casually put the two bottles of liquid provided by Chopper inside.

The next instant, Franky's body trembled as if he had been electrocuted. His hair, which had been drooping, stood up, and his entire demeanor changed drastically.

Franky sat down on the spot, carrying a hoe he'd found somewhere on his shoulder, looking every bit the part of an old farmer about to reap a bountiful harvest.

"Life is so leisurely~ Why does it have to be all fighting and killing~ If only we could just farm like this and live peacefully..."

"What the hell!"

"What did you give me?!"

Franky took out two bottles of liquid from his abdomen, and at a glance, he could see the words "vegetable juice" clearly written on the bottles.

"You bastard!"

"Only cola can give me strength!"

"Sri Kingdom One~~~!!!"

Chopper's attention, however, was completely focused on something else.

His eyes shone as he looked at Franky in front of him, his mind filled with images of cyborgs from comic books.

He excitedly hugged Bepo, who had rushed over from the side.

"Cyborgs, the legendary cyborgs!"

"It's so handsome!"

Bepo was equally excited, as if a dream had come true:

"Can they fly? Like those cyborgs with laser-shooting arms and tracking missiles on their bodies?"

"Able to control giant robots to fight monsters?"

The two were seized by a playful impulse, staring intently at Franky before them, rattling off various skills that only existed in the comics. Clearly, they were both eagerly anticipating Franky's next demonstration.

"Humph~"

Franky's lips curled into a smile. Although his body was exhausted from lack of energy, the smugness in his eyes was impossible to hide.

"I may not have lasers, but if you can give me a Coke, I do have tracking weapons."

"Give."

Two bottles of cola were neatly placed in front of Franky.

He was slightly taken aback, then turned his head and saw Barry looking ashamed.

At this moment, the latter's posture was somewhat awkward, feigning indifference, but his eyes were fixed on Franky:

"I'm not here to see your tracking missiles."

"How could an adult be interested in that kind of thing?"

With that kind of attitude, it's almost as if he has the desire to see two people written all over his face.

Franky was speechless for a moment, but he didn't delay.

He reached out and took the Coke from Barry's hand. After putting it into the energy tank in his abdomen, he felt all the fatigue from before vanish. He felt an inexhaustible amount of energy throughout his body, and even his hair, which had been drooping, suddenly stood up.

“super!!!”

Franky struck his classic pose, arms together, with a blue five-pointed star displayed on his arms.

Chopper and Bepo's eyes lit up at Franky's cool pose, and they were even more eager for his next performance. Even Barry, standing to the side, widened his eyes, afraid of missing anything that was about to happen.

Franky raised a hand to straighten his hair, a wicked smile playing on his lips:

"Since you're all so eager to see it, I'll reluctantly oblige and show you my work!"

Immediately, his shoulders began to deform, bulging high, revealing two black holes like cannon muzzles.

The three people's expectations were completely raised at this moment.

"Is it a tracking cannon?!"

"Automatic pursuit, it will never stop until it hits the enemy?!"

Barry had somehow ended up standing side by side with Chopper and Bepo.

He looked over Frankie's shoulder and made a bold conjecture based on the structure.

"No no no!"

Bepo shook his head:

"It must be a precision-guided missile, like in the comics, where just one shot can destroy a castle!"

"Amazing~~~"

Chopper had somehow shrunk to a tiny size. He perched on Bepo's head, listening intently to their description, his eyes shining as he looked at Franky.

"Frankie-Tracking Cannon!"

After letting out a strange cry, Franky took two strides and charged towards an IQ beast.

Meanwhile, the cannon on his shoulder spewed fire, but it couldn't even break through the IQ Beast's defense, and he was sent flying by the latter's punch.

call--!
A gentle breeze blew by, and Chopper and his two companions stood there dumbfounded.

For a moment, I just felt utterly bored.

"So this is how you track things?!"

"what."

"I don't know why, but I've suddenly lost interest in robots."

Barry sighed, turned and silently left with Chopper, leaving Franky, who had just gotten up, bewildered in the wind.

After a joke, the IQ beast attacked again from afar, and the four of them quickly joined the battle.

With the weight off his body, Bepo's already bulging muscles became even more explosive, with twisted veins bulging on his exaggerated pectoral muscles.

He wielded a baseball bat in each hand with great skill, and with a single blow, he sent a beast far larger than himself flying.

puff!
Blood splattered in the air, staining Bepo's pure white fur red, making him look extremely ferocious.

"Ha ha ha ha--!"

Bepo felt increasingly refreshed:

"Chopper-senpai, I finally understand what a pioneer is: absolute power is absolute freedom!"

"That's right!"

Chopper, in human form, deflects an attack from a tiger-like IQ beast.

He immediately pinned down the tiger-like IQ beast, his eyes filled with indescribable satisfaction as he looked at Bepo:

"That's it!"

"Strength and power are the means to solve all problems."

"You'll grow even faster on our ship, so why not consider actually joining us?!"

"Follow the captain to build a perfect utopia!"

Bepo was momentarily tempted.

During this time, he lived with Gao Wen and his group, and they could be considered friends.

He understood Gawain's group's style better: upright, benevolent, and decisive. They were an ideal destination for both himself and Luo.

"I……"

Bepo opened his mouth, and Law's image reappeared before his eyes, his gaze hardening at that moment:
"Thank you for the invitation, but I still need to rescue that guy Law... By the way, he's in the Golden Lion Pirates, so he'll definitely be involved in this battle!"

"I need to find him."

"I must expose the true nature of the Golden Lion. He cannot remain under the Golden Lion's command; it is far too dangerous!"

At this point, Bepo could no longer concern himself with the current battle.

He stomped heavily on his feet and vanished from his spot in a flash, beginning his search for Luo's figure on the battlefield.

Just as Chopper was about to speak, several IQ monsters attacked him, interrupting his actions, and he could only watch helplessly as Bepo left. But what Bepo didn't know was...

now.

On a building in Water Seven, Luo was also looking at him:
"Am I seeing things?!"

Luo reached up and touched his forehead, thinking he must be hallucinating.

He simply couldn't reconcile the image of that colossal male beast in the distance, at least three or four times larger than Bepo, who had fought his way through a pack of IQ monsters seven times, with the introverted and shy Bepo he remembered.

The difference between the two is so great that they could not have been born from the same mother.

"No way, absolutely impossible."

Luo shook his head:
"It should just be an IQ beast with a similar wavelength to Bebop."

"Ah."

"That must be it."

Only after thinking this did Luo feel a little more at ease.

He took a deep breath, looking at the fierce battle in the distance, a trace of pity flashing in his eyes.

But he knew even more clearly that he was right under the Golden Lion's nose and had no chance of saving anyone.

Although he is a doctor, he doesn't consider himself noble enough to sacrifice himself for others; not taking action is already the limit of what he can do.

unless……

Luo slowly raised his head.

high in the air.

The two figures stood facing each other silently, their presence surprisingly calm amidst the increasingly chaotic battlefield.

Even with just a glance, Luo felt an invisible yet overwhelming pressure descend upon his shoulders.

"That Golden Lion... how could he possibly lose? What unrealistic idea did I come up with?!"

Just how strong is the Golden Lion?

Luo already had the answer to this question in his heart.

However, as the old wound on the Golden Lion's head healed and the last shackle that restricted his power was removed, his once powerful strength gradually recovered.

Now, Luo doesn't even know what he has to do to avenge Peggy and Shaki.

"Ah."

He chuckled to himself, and at that moment he understood why the Golden Lion was so fearless:

"Absolute power is the foundation."

"All schemes and tricks are meaningless in the face of such power. I am still too weak."

"too weak!"

"It couldn't even make him feel the slightest threat..."

Luo gripped the Ghost Cry tightly in his hand, his nails digging deep into his flesh.

But he knew even more clearly that he couldn't show his hatred until the Golden Lion fell or he gained the power to rival him.

Hey!
The scabbard of the Ghost Cry Blade touched the ground, supporting Luo's body as he stood up, and then he prepared to turn around and leave.

The invisible pressure in the air suddenly became violent, and the already biting wind between heaven and earth became even more uneasy.

"This is……"

Luo suddenly turned his head, his gaze falling on the figure confronting the golden lion.

high in the air.

Gawain flapped his wings on his shoulders, his body covered in fine dragon scales, and his winding dragon horns on his head made him look ferocious and exaggerated.

It was in demon form.

Even including veteran legends like Hawkeye and Kizaru, the Golden Lion before him was still one of the strongest opponents Gawain had ever faced.

Moreover, what appeared before Gawain at this moment was a Golden Lion whose old injuries had healed, whose restrictions had been lifted, and whose combat power was close to its peak.

It is the legend who reigned supreme over the sea but was defeated by the timing of events, not the clown who was defeated by the straw hat as if it were child's play.

"Your aura is even stronger than last time~"

Golden Lion couldn't help but exclaim in admiration; he was once again astonished by Gawain's growth rate and potential.

A few months ago, during the battle at Rapeseed Flower Harbor, if Gao Wen had the same formidable spirit as he does now, he would have retreated without even thinking about it.

He was confident and arrogant, but he wasn't stupid. Fighting against a strong opponent with his combat strength severely hampered by old injuries was extremely frustrating, regardless of whether he won or lost.

But now everything is different.

He could sense that, perhaps due to his physical condition, his strength could no longer reach the level it had in his youth, but it was very close.

In this era where Whitebeard is living in seclusion and Roger has passed away, he is confident in facing any opponent.

Looking at the excessively young man before him, who had already reached the pinnacle of the sea, the Golden Lion felt a renewed sense of admiration for his talent.

"I'm giving you one last chance. Become my right-hand man, Gawain!"

"This world should be in the hands of people like us, not ruled by a bunch of pigs."

"You should be able to feel it too, right?!"

"Just how ugly and stupid are those Celestial Dragons!"

Gawain didn't reply. He simply looked down at the civilians who were frantically fleeing into the mayor's building's basement and asked:

"And what about them..."

Golden Lion was taken aback and followed Gawain's gaze.

High in the sky, looking down at everything on the ground, he felt that the common people were no bigger than the crawling insects on the ground.

So two words just came out:

"Ants."

"Ah……"

A disdainful laugh rang out.

Zheng!
When Kanze Masamune was drawn, its cold gleam reflected the moonlight, making it appear even more extremely sharp.

Gawain's mocking voice also reached Golden Lion's ears at that moment:

"So you and the Celestial Dragons are actually the same kind of people. All you see is power and the desire to control everything."

“You cannot see the suffering of these ordinary people.”

"Although I'm not exactly a good person either, but..."

"We are different."

"I think no matter how bad the world is, at least people should be able to survive, instead of being like leeks on the roadside, which grow back quickly after being cut down."

The smile on the golden lion's face vanished, and his eyes became extremely complicated at that moment.

He suddenly heard the last words that man had said to him more than twenty years ago, during his final battle with Roger.

We are different.

That was the last time he saw Roger. Shortly afterward, the Navy announced Roger's public execution.

Until Roger died, Shiki never had the chance to ask what the difference was.

but now……

The golden lion took a deep breath, but his exhalation became increasingly rapid.

His Conqueror's Haki began to stir, and crimson lightning even began to flash around his body.

"I heard from Spandam that you're also from the East China Sea, right?!"

"coincide?!"

"No, it's fate."

"Twenty years ago, I was defeated by a man from the East Sea. Today, twenty years later, I will take back what I lost from another man from the East Sea."

Ode——!
A sonic boom resounded, and the Golden Lion's figure vanished instantly. The famous sword, Wood Dry, which replaced his legs, pierced towards Gawain like a bee's tail.

Sharp and fierce, yet possessing an overbearing and domineering spirit that says "I am the only one who can do it!"

(End of this chapter)