Why would a Saint Seiya become a pirate?

With that, Fanny activated his telekinesis and disappeared.

Nicholas slowly regained consciousness and cried out, "Ah, how scary! Where is he! I need to..."

Reiju smiled gently, made a shushing gesture, and said, "Shh, don't talk."

Niji was about to say something, but when he saw Reiju's eyes, he was as if he had been frozen in place and obediently shut his mouth.

"Yes……"

……

Chapter 184: The GM meeting of the Kingdom of Kamabakka, the development of Zephyr and the Sanctuary.

The GM army abandoned the barren and desolate Baltimore and moved to the famous Kingdom of Kamabakka.

In this world of wildly imaginative and uniquely styled events, this place is practically a no-go zone for normal people.

When a normal person gets close, their calves start to tremble uncontrollably, and they want to run away.

It's a forbidden zone that pirates would rather die than approach.

You ask what magic this place has?

I'm sure this will shatter your worldview!

Imagine walking the streets of this island; it would be like a 24-hour non-stop bizarre costume carnival.

Everyone looked like they had just emerged from a fashion disaster, their makeup so bizarre that you'd wonder if they'd done it with their toes.

These burly men displayed all sorts of strange postures, sometimes gesturing with their fingers in a delicate, ornate way, sometimes twisting their waists like water snakes.

If you accidentally glance at it a couple of times, you might throw up your dinner from the night before.

Of course, these are all disguises.

Apart from King Ivankov, who walked with an air of nonchalance and had a peculiar style, and a few other guys who seemed to have come from a bizarre planet.

Everyone else was beaten down by fate and had no choice but to disguise themselves as transvestites.

In reality, this place is a refuge for poor slaves from all over the world.

These slaves once silently endured the storms of life.

They work from dawn till dusk every day, doing the hardest and most tiring jobs, and eating food that even pigs and dogs would disdain.

At night, we had to squeeze into a dirty and dilapidated little room, with no room to even turn over.

After being rescued by the GM army, I came here and lived the life of an ordinary person.

However, it is precisely because of its chaos and mystery that this place became a prime location for the GM army, which established their new base here.

Establishing a base in a place that even the enemy can't figure out is something no normal person would think of, right?

Even the World Government, knowing that the GM Army was here, hesitated to approach.

……

Dragon: "Sabo, this World Conference is all up to you!"

Upon hearing this, Klar's eyebrows immediately furrowed, and her face was filled with worry, practically screaming "danger!"

"I wouldn't recommend Sabo go! Just think about it with your toes, his identity is completely exposed, if he goes, wouldn't he just be throwing his life away?"

Dorrag sighed helplessly and spread his hands.

"Then tell me what to do? We can't send that Otruck III, who's currently in a labor camp on a farm, as the representative of the Goa Kingdom, can we?"

"Or should we send his stupid, adopted son, Staley? Wouldn't that be even more absurd?"

"I bet he doesn't even know what a world conference is. He might even mistake it for a vegetable market and be loudly hawking his wares!"

Clara's eyes darted around, and she said mysteriously.

"I do know someone, but I'm not sure if I should talk about it."

Sabo shook his head helplessly as he looked at Klar's furtive behavior.

"I knew it, you'd have some weird ideas again."

“Whenever you make that face, it’s never good news.”

"Didn't the Kingdom of Goa declare itself a constitutional monarchy? When the time comes, just send the prime minister there and everything will be fine."

"That's so simple. It avoids putting those who are afraid of being exposed at risk, and allows them to participate in the meeting openly and legitimately—it's a win-win situation."

Then Clara said.

Sabo listened and first nodded, thinking it made some sense, but then he frowned.

"But who can be the prime minister?"

Where can we find such a suitable candidate in such a short time?

Sabo's words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing half of the flame of hope that had just been ignited in everyone.

For a moment, the room fell silent.

Seeing everyone's worried and helpless expressions, Dorrag waved his hand.

"As Fanny said before, hire people!"

……

Zepha, who is currently in the Sanctuary, has been so bored lately that he's practically growing mushrooms.

Ever since, as Fanny suggested, he delivered that mysterious golden apple to the World Government.

The treatment in the Holy Land skyrocketed, going from the commoner zone to the VIP luxury zone.

Previously, Zephyr was highly respected in the World Government, but he was treated as an ordinary, marginal figure, free to do whatever he wanted every day.

Today they give you a Devil Fruit, tomorrow a bear figurine; in short, just don't cause trouble.

But ever since that golden apple was given to him, everything has changed.

His colleagues in the World Government and the Navy now look at him with awe and envy.

Even the five elders called in person, their voices so gentle they could melt hearts.

"Zeffa, do you have enough funds lately? If you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask, and we will do our best to meet your needs."

The five elders' voices on the phone were as sweet as honey, so sweet they gave me goosebumps.

They practically worshipped Zefa like an ancestor.

This disgusted Zephyr.

Although he didn't know what the golden apple Van Nistelrooy had given him was, Zephyr knew it wasn't anything good.

Otherwise, Van Nistelrooy wouldn't have gotten it so easily.

A few days ago, Hawkeye Mihawk, a newly joined Gold Saint in the Sanctuary, helped Zephyr successfully avenge him.

Now that his inner turmoil is gone, Zefa's energy and spirit are like those of a completely different person.

My brows, which used to be furrowed like walnuts, are now relaxed.

Her originally gray hair has returned to its former color.

She always has a bright smile on her face, like a blooming sunflower.

The Holy Domain's overall strength is now like it's been given a cheat code, growing stronger day by day.

There's absolutely no need for Zephyr in training or anything like that.

Zephyr used to be a "regular guest" on the training ground, leading a group of Saint Seiya warriors in rigorous training every day, his shouts louder than thunder.

But now, if he goes to the training ground, the young instructors will immediately pull him aside.

"Professor Zefa, please get some rest. We're here for you."

"If you work any harder, we'll feel really bad. We'll be worried if you wear yourself out."

Zefa could only smile helplessly after hearing this.

Princess Vivi was somewhat speechless when she last visited Zefa, who was always causing her trouble.

If you're really bored, you should hurry up and find a companion.

Look at you, you're 74 years old, it's time to enjoy your retirement.

If that doesn't work, you can grow flowers and walk the dog with Cobra.

The Sanctuary now has General Jonathan, so you can rest assured to hand over the responsibility to them.

Just enjoy your leisure time and stop worrying about these things.

After the temple and astrolabe were completed, Zephyr was no longer needed for distributing the Cloths.

With the blessing of the power of the universe, the Saint Cloth Stone will choose its own master.

It transformed into a shooting star and flew away to find its destined master.

Now, most of the 88 Saint Cloths have been selected.

Even the reserve Saints, clad in ordinary steel armor, numbered 5000.

……

Chapter 185 Arrival in Chocolat Town, Sanji's fiancée Pudding!

Finally, the Sunny arrived at the kingdom's border.

Crossing the border is no easy task.

The guards at the pass were all short, but their eyes were sharp, as if they could see through everything.

Just when the atmosphere was so tense it was hard to breathe, Pokhomus had a sudden inspiration, and a bold idea flashed through his mind.

He patted his chest, walked forward confidently, and began to fabricate an absurd yet hilarious lie to the guards.

"Hey everyone, this Sunny is all spoils of war from my heroic battles!"

As he spoke, Pokoms exaggeratedly gestured fighting movements.

The guards looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion.

Upon seeing this, Pokhomus felt a pang of unease.