Angel investor in the One Piece world

There are generally only two ways to travel from the four seas to the Grand Line: either through the canals on Mount Reverse or by crossing the Calm Belt directly.

While Upside Down is dangerous, the Calm Belt is clearly even more dangerous.

There is no wind, no clouds, and not even ocean currents here; the only way to navigate here is by oars.

Rowing a boat could easily disturb the masters of this sea area—the sea kings who nest in the calm zone.

Before Vegapunk figured out how to embed seastone, no one without some skill was qualified to cross the Calm Belt.

However, this sea area is naturally not an obstacle for the Sky Sword.

Damian only realized that he had crossed the Calm Belt and entered the Grand Line when he discovered that the clouds below were changing unpredictably, sometimes thunderstorms, sometimes clear skies, sometimes hail, and sometimes torrential rain.

"Is this the Grand Line?"

Barto clung to the side of the ship and looked down.

Because the ship was flying very high, all he could see were the ever-changing clouds and the occasional clearing of the azure sea.

His expression turned somewhat strange. "It's not quite what I expected."

Isn't the Grand Line supposed to be a graveyard for pirates?

Shouldn't sailing here be fraught with danger, keeping one on edge for every second, constantly immersed in the struggle against nature?

While such a leisurely voyage is indeed quite nice, it feels like something's missing.

"The Grand Line is ultimately just a sea, no matter how special it may be."

Damian, carrying a huge iron ingot and doing squats on the deck, calmly said, "What truly makes the Grand Line great are the people who live and work on these seas."

Ultimately, the Grand Line is nothing more than anomalies in weather, ocean currents, and magnetic fields.

"That's right!"

Bartolomeo instantly perked up. "Brother! It's our turn to forge a legend! Let's use Crocodile to announce our arrival!"

Is it a legend?

That's not wrong.

However, rather than making an example of someone to scare others, Damian was more curious about what Crocodile could possibly offer as a reward.

As one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea and one of the future fathers of the Cross Guild, it would be really unreasonable to say that this guy didn't start at the orange level.

Instead of spouting nonsense, spend your time improving yourself.

On the deck not far away, Sanji, who was kicking his legs with heavy metal weights strapped to his legs as a form of support, spoke with a hint of sarcasm.

"Mind your own business! Curl your eyebrows!"

Barto hummed.

Although he said that, Barto quickly immersed himself in honing his Haki.

After all, the eldest brother was training, the curly-browed guy was training, and even the green-haired guy who wasn't very familiar with him was swinging his knife like a madman.

My older brother always says that nothing else matters; only strength comes first.

Barto was absolutely unwilling to hold his elder brother back.

Time passed slowly like this.

It took more than a day to get back to Rog from Barati.

Departing from Loguetown, the Sky Sword arrived in the skies above Alabasta in just three days.

Looking down on Alabasta from the sky, all you see is a golden expanse.

"What a pitiful country."

Damian sighed softly.

The drought in Alabasta has lasted for several months, and the already fragile desert nation is gradually heading towards collapse.

But it's okay, I'll do it myself.

Princess Vivi, of course you dream of saving this country, right?

Damian took out his Den Den Mushi; he needed to arrange a meeting place with Kuina first.

Alabasta is quite large, and most of it is a desert with little distinguishing features.

At the same time.

The Royal Palace in Albania, the capital of Alabasta.

"Has that group still not been caught?"

King Nefertari Cobra was somewhat worried.

Beside him, Icarim, the captain of the Alabasta Kingdom's guard and his most trusted official, shook his head with a grim expression. "Mr. Crocodile said that the group has hidden in the desert and is difficult to track down."

Cobra rubbed his temples, his tone unusually subdued. "It's unbelievable that Mr. Crocodile would get injured. Those people are too dangerous. If they continue to roam Alabasta, I can't even imagine what will happen."

"This country has already suffered enough. The drought has lasted for nearly half a year, the flow of the St. John River is decreasing every day, the crops in the fields have almost all withered, and people are living in anxiety."

"We can't let them experience any more fear!"

"Please do not worry too much, Your Majesty. Every town is on guard with royal troops, and the navy led by Colonel Tina is also actively assisting in the search."

Icarus reassured him, "Not to mention Mr. Crocodile, the King of the Desert, the guardian of this country. No one can defeat him in the desert."

"I hope so."

Cobra sighed.

Natural disasters and man-made calamities have taken turns ravaging this country.

When will this hope finally appear?

Rainland, the dream city of Alabasta.

This is one of the very few oasis cities that has not been significantly affected by the drought that has lasted for nearly half a year.

In the center of the city stands a luxurious casino, shaped like a pyramid with a giant crocodile statue atop it.

In Alabasta, everyone knows that this casino is the property of Crocodile, the great hero who protects the country, the legendary pirate, and one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea.

Meanwhile, in this enormous casino, high-ranking members of a mysterious organization had already gathered.

In the dimly lit room, the cadres sat facing each other on either side of a long table.

"I never imagined that our BOSS would be the legendary Shichibukai."

A woman with a blue afro and a waist so thin you could pinch it with one hand looked at the man sitting in the main seat with great interest.

The man's black hair was styled into a neat slicked-back look with hair wax. A scar ran across his entire face, and his eyes were extremely indifferent.

"My plans have been disrupted."

"Is it because of that female swordsman?"

The bald, sullen, burly man slowly spoke, "She single-handedly destroyed many of our bases, and even captured Mr. 3. I heard you fought her once, and she escaped."

"It wasn't just that she got away, Boss, she slashed you too, didn't she?"

A man with black curly hair, wearing a long brown coat, was picking his nose as he leaned back in his chair. "Back then, in the rapeseed fields, many people saw you covered in blood."

Rapeseed flowers are found in the port city of this country.

"She must die."

The Shichibukai said, "She knows my identity; I cannot let her live."

Crocodile admitted that he had made a mistake.

Thinking victory was assured, he inadvertently revealed his identity.

If people were to associate the drought in Alabasta with the Baroque studio, his utopia project would be put on hold.

However, that woman was no ordinary swordsman, and it wouldn't be easy to defeat her.

Therefore, even if it means revealing his identity to these guys, he has to fully utilize the Baroque Works' combat power. This time, he will act alongside these guys.

"Understood."

Bald Mr. 1 nodded calmly. "But where should we look for her?"

"Everyone in Alabasta is looking for her—the King's Army, the Navy, our people, and even the general public knows that a group of dangerous elements has infiltrated Alabasta."

Crocodile said, "She can't hide for long. Once she enters the city, that's when she'll be exposed."

"We need to find her and take care of her before the navy does."

"yes!"

Senior officials spoke in unison.

Who could refuse the fact that their boss is a Shichibukai?

Only behind Crocodile, in the middle of the desert, stood a beautiful woman wearing a heavy mink coat, her expression serene.

Meanwhile, Yuba is a new city that has only been built in recent years.

At the foot of a rocky mountain in the west of the city, Kuina waved to the sky.

A black dot was falling rapidly in the sky.