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

Chapter 391 Ah, yah, ee-ya
a few days later.

Fujitora and Smoker left with Gawain and headed to the New World.

Ian chose to stay in Raven Harbor.

She sold the pirate ship she had stolen and used the money to buy the bar that Zephyr used to frequent.

The few remaining sailors of the Neo Navy also followed her, cultivating the land Zefa had reclaimed and taking odd jobs in the bar.

Everyone's lives settled down for a while.

Having gone through countless battles, they were already exhausted, both physically and mentally, and what they longed for most was the life they had now.

There's no need to worry that a companion will fall in a pool of blood at any moment, and to live in constant fear.

The phrase Zefa kept repeating.

As long as there is food, there is still hope for survival.

At this moment, the surviving Neo Marines had a more concrete and profound understanding.

As for Fujitora and Smoker, Gawain had other plans for them.

Three years have passed, and Fujitora's sword has become even sharper, and his combat power has reached the legendary level, making him even stronger than during the Dressrosa period in the original timeline.

After all, compared to the original timeline, Fujitora has experienced far more major battles now, and his opponents have been either admirals from the Marine Headquarters or elites from the Knights of God. It is only natural that he has grown much faster.

Therefore, Gawain directly assigned Fujitora a seat in the Knights of the Round Table, but since he had not participated in any specific ranking battles, he was temporarily ranked behind Lucci.

Kuro and the others, who were aware of Fujitora's strength, naturally had no objections.

Fujitora was originally the second-in-command of the Neo Marines, and after the attack on Mary Geoise, his bounty skyrocketed to 3.39 billion Berries.

Even in the New World, such a bounty is second only to the Four Emperors.

If Fujitora really wants to compete for a higher ranking, it's questionable whether he can even hold onto his current position.

but.

After learning about Fujitora's bounty, everyone couldn't help but wonder how much of a bounty they were worth in the eyes of the Navy.

How much bounty does Gawain, who overpowered Whitebeard during the Marineford War, deserve?

That number will probably shock everyone!

Unfortunately, Gawain still holds the title of Shichibukai, and given the current situation facing the Navy and the World Government, the Shichibukai's influence on them will only increase.

This is especially true when Gawain, the strongest person in the world, is among them.

Even if it were merely to appease Gawain, the current World Government would not make the decision to directly abolish the Seven Warlords of the Sea.

Neither Sengoku nor the Five Elders would do something so foolish as to push someone who surpasses Whitebeard and is arguably the strongest person since the establishment of the World Government to their opposite side.

Even after the birth of Seraphim, there is absolutely no such possibility.

Unless the Seraphim modeled after Gawain can perfectly replicate Gawain's current formidable combat power.

But that's almost an impossible thing.

With Future Island destroyed and Vegapunk missing, whether Project Seraph can proceed normally is now a question.

There is no possibility that Gawain will be put on a bounty by the World Government in the short term, so the question of who has the world's highest bounty remains unanswerable.

As for Smoker, Gawain placed him under Bevel's command, temporarily making him Bevel's second-in-command.

Responsible for daily patrols in Britannias and handling emergencies.

Smoker's combat strength is currently hovering around the Silver level, and he still has a long way to go before reaching the Gold level, the minimum requirement for the Knights of the Round Table.

……

Britannias.

Camelot.

With the end of the war, the world was in turmoil because of Whitebeard's words.

The sea gradually began to boil.

In this increasingly turbulent world, Britannias remains peaceful and tranquil, truly like an ideal paradise on earth.

It was nearly dusk.

Smoker sat outside a tavern, a glass of ale on the table in front of him, and a suit of silver knight's armor on the chair beside him.

He stared blankly at the crowds coming and going on the street for a moment.

"This is……"

"Britannias?!"

Smoker had heard many rumors about the country.

Mysterious, xenophobic, decadent...

Even the world government has never extended its reach here; it is almost completely isolated from the outside world. When news occasionally appears in the World Economic Herald, it is almost always negative.

But when he actually set foot on this land, everything he saw was completely different from what he had originally guessed.

Two years ago.

The imprint left by ancient weapons controlled by the World Government on this country remains clear.

The vast inland sea, which covers almost half of Britannia's mainland, was created by that bombing.

Even without experiencing it firsthand, Smoker could sense the despair simply from the accounts of survivors.

Endless beams of light descended from the sky, and everything they touched vanished like bubbles in an instant.

After such a great disaster, even if one survives, it would take at least several years or even decades to rebuild order and rebuild homes. But in Britannias, this time was shortened to two years.

Two years have passed, and although mountains formed from solidified lava can still be seen on the land of Britannias.

The pedestrians passing by still bear the scars left by that disaster: mutilated limbs, or hideous scars that cannot be covered by clothing.

But Smoker could see clearly the undisguised hope in the faces and eyes of the city's residents!
This is a city full of hope, a country full of hope!
What makes all of this possible is a complete legal system, good public security, and most importantly...

fair!

At least it's about fairness in the system!
Apart from Queen Morgan, who serves as a mascot, the country has no true nobility; all citizens enjoy the same rights and obligations.

Although laws and rules still have loopholes, they are being improved through continuous trial and error.

In this chaotic world, such a system, such a kingdom, such fairness, is almost a dream for people like Smoker.

"Without fairness, how can there be justice?!"

Smoker repeated the sentence.
What he realized three years ago in Raven Harbor, Gawain brought into reality at this moment.

"This guy, no, the captain..."

Smoker opened his mouth, then fell silent.

At that moment, a bartender came over and bent down to place a dessert on the table:
"Sir, these are complimentary snacks from the store, a special offer for new customers!"

After saying that, the waiter turned and walked away.

Smoker looked down and saw a piece of bread about half the size of a fist on the table, covered with butter and sprinkled with nuts.

He reached out, picked up the bread, put it in his mouth, chewed it carefully, and savored its flavor.

Soft, sweet, with a creamy jam flavor and a nutty taste.

a long time.

Smoker slowly swallowed the bread in his mouth, a slight smile unconsciously appearing at the corner of his mouth:
"Teacher Zefa..."

"If your final destination is Britannias, not Ravenport."

"You too can see a wonderful future that exceeds our original expectations."

"That man, no, the captain..."

"Absolutely!"

"Britannias is the navy... no, it's everything we should protect!"

The sound fell to the ground.

Smoker stood up, removed the shawl emblazoned with the word "Justice" from his shoulders, tossed it into a nearby trash can, and picked up the silver-gray armor beside him. *Whoosh!*
Amidst the clanging of metal, Smoker donned silver knight armor, which, combined with his strong physique and height exceeding two meters, made him appear exceptionally imposing.

Smoker took a deep breath and turned to walk toward the Britannias garrison camp.

Today, the army directly under the Kingdom of Britannias is basically controlled by Beville.

Responsible for security patrols in the Inner Sea and security incidents within Britannias.

The battles on the open sea were mostly handled by the strong men under Gawain's command, and Zoro, Law, and other warmongers were already itching for battle.

Smoker's position is Beville's deputy.

but.

Smoker was naturally unwilling to be subordinate to others.

Since I have made up my mind to follow Gawain, I should naturally become the most elite fighting force under Gawain's command.

In the past few days, he has learned that the real elite under Gawain's command are the dozen or so high-ranking officers known as the Knights of the Round Table.

It is said that each of them has the fighting power of a Shichibukai, and there are even monsters who can rival Fujitora!

"The captain of the Kingdom Guard, the Eagle Knight Bevel?!"

While thinking.

Smoker couldn't resist shaking hands with Shi, feeling a surge of eagerness.

At the same time, he was also very curious about Britannias' army, so much so that he quickened his pace.

"What would the army of such a country be like...?"

"Strict enforcement of orders and strict adherence to the law?!"

Smoker instinctively couldn't help but compare his unit to the Navy Headquarters' most elite forces, yet he still felt subtly inferior.

The image that Gawain is presenting to him now is almost perfect!

Unrivaled power, a strategic vision ahead of its time, an upright New Year…

All of these elements converge to create a fictional character so perfect that he seems to have stepped out of a legend.

What would an army commanded by such a person look like?
Smoker couldn't help but swallow, yet he vaguely felt that he had overlooked something.

soon.

North of Camelot, a camp came into Smoker's view.

It's not exactly grand, and could even be described as somewhat rudimentary; this is where the Royal Guard is stationed.

The guards around the camp had already been notified that new recruits would be arriving today.

Therefore, only a routine check was performed before Smoker was allowed to pass.

Standing at the main entrance.

At this moment, Smoker was even a little nervous, just like when he was receiving guidance from Zephyr for the first time as a new recruit.

hiss--!
Smoker took a deep breath and reached out to push open the camp gate.

Squeak~!

The door opens.

Whether it was his imagination or not, Smoker thought he heard a loud, passionate cry: "Auntie, give me a little push-up!!!"

In doubt.

Smoker looked into the doorway, his breath catching in his throat.

Countless burly men, shirtless and revealing their bronze muscles, gathered in the center of the camp, lifting weights and sweating profusely!
"Ah~"

"That's the feeling. Every muscle in my body feels like it's being torn apart. My legs can't support me, and my whole body is trembling!"

"I've sensed my limits... The next step is to surpass them!"

"To reach an even higher level!"

"More! More! More!"

"Stronger! Stronger! Stronger!"

……

The group of burly men were so engrossed in lifting weights that they seemed oblivious to the intruders outside, completely absorbed in their own world.

"..."

boom--!
Smoker closed the door, his lips twitching uncontrollably. He finally realized what he had overlooked.

"What a ghost!"

"Those fanatics we saw at Raven Harbor, did they infect the people of Britannias too?!"

"no……"

"Is this contagious?!"

Are these people really not mentally sound?!

The more you think.

Smoker grew increasingly uneasy.

Diligent practice is normal, but the expressions on those people's faces were completely abnormal!
Who enjoys something more when they're in pain?!

He switched sides to Gawain's camp to help him build a new world, not to spend his days hanging out with a bunch of muscle-bound freaks.

no……

Who likes this kind of thing?!
Smoker even started considering whether to ask Gawain to transfer him to another department.

But he was ultimately a strong-willed person; how could he possibly give up before anything even began?!
Fight!

Smoker steeled himself and pushed open the camp gate again, only to find his vision suddenly went black.

The burly man who had been cultivating in the camp just moments before had somehow squeezed to the doorway, staring at him menacingly!
"you……"

While Smoker was distracted, several large hands were already on him, and he was forcibly pulled inside despite his resistance.

boom!
The door was closed tightly.

The security guard glanced at it and lost all interest, because he saw this scene almost every day.

"In less than three days, you will also turn into their shape."

The security guard shook his head, muttered a few words, and then paid no more attention.

……

"Hey~ newbie!"

"What newcomer? This is the vice-captain appointed by Lord Gawain. We should be saluting him!"

"Tsk~ It looks pretty good, but it's a bit too thin!"

"With a physique like that, there's no way to protect Britannias!"

Inside the camp, Smoker felt uneasy under everyone's gaze and instinctively grabbed the Seastone Jigsaw behind him.

"In conclusion, in the face of this inexplicable situation, appropriately demonstrating force is the most correct choice!"

brush--!
Smoker drew his Ten Hands and with a gentle wave, created a whooshing sound.

His gaze, the moment he gripped the weapon, became extremely aggressive.

There's no better way to deal with these muscle-bound martial arts fanatics than to have a fight first!
"Aren't you going to say hello?!"

Smoker raised his chin, his eyes full of provocation.

The four groups of people showed no sign of backing down; instead, they became incredibly excited at that moment!
"Looks like we've got a tough one coming this time!"

"Awesome!"

(End of this chapter)