One Piece: The user of the Nen-Nen Fruit, who overturned the sea.

World Conference?

It is held every four years, with the kings of the fifty member states gathering in Mary Geoise to discuss world affairs.

On the surface it was a “discussion”, but in reality the world government had the final say, and the kings of various countries nodded in agreement.

"When?" Roy asked.

Two months later, preparations were underway in the Sabaody Archipelago.

Roy nodded, not paying much attention.

What does the World Conference have to do with him? He's not a member state.

"There's one more thing," Kalifa continued, "Things have been a bit strange lately with Doflamingo."

Roy's expression changed instantly.

"explain."

"The Don Quixote family has been active in the West Sea and North Sea recently, and has come into contact with many black market merchants."

What exactly they are doing has not yet been determined.

But Mr. Crocodile felt something was amiss.

Roy remained silent for a moment.

Doflamingo.

That guy has been very well-behaved ever since he helped me out in the Pure Gold incident two years ago and obtained the qualification for a perfect bloodline transplant.

They made the deals, gave money when they were due, and provided the fruits when they were due, behaving as obediently as sheep.

But Roy knew that guy was never a sheep.

They usually stay still, but once they get the chance, they'll bite you hard.

"Have Crocodile keep an eye on things," Roy said. "Report anything unusual immediately."

"Yes."

Kalifa turned and left.

Roy stood by the window, gazing at the distant sea.

World Conference.

Doflamingo's abnormality.

Could these two things be related?

He shook his head, unable to figure it out for the time being.

Forget it, we'll deal with whatever comes our way.

Beehive Island's strength is undeniable; anyone who wants to make a move against it has to think twice.

At that moment, a commotion arose from the direction of the port.

Roy peered over and saw a huge warship docking at the shore.

The bow resembles a flamingo with outstretched wings.

Doflamingo?

Speak of the devil, and he appears?

Roy frowned and turned to walk toward the port.

....................

Sabaody Archipelago.

This archipelago, located at the foot of the red earth continent, has never been this lively.

No, to be precise, it has never been this "formal".

Areas 1-29 were completely sealed off by the Navy; not even a seagull could fly in.

The port was filled with ships from all over the world—luxurious royal ships, simple merchant ships, warships flying national flags, and some strange ships that were clearly not there for a proper meeting.

Of course, the latter was kept at bay by the navy and could not even get close.

"Make way! Make way! The King of the Kingdom of Westsea Ruin has arrived!"

"The King of the Kingdom of Norseland in the North Sea has arrived!"

"South China Sea--"

On the dock, servants shouted at the top of their lungs, their voices rising and falling.

The kings of various countries, dressed in magnificent robes and surrounded by their guards, disembarked from the ship.

Some were arrogant, some were cautious, some were excited, and some were numb.

Kizaru leaned against the port's observation tower, crossed his legs, and lazily picked at his nails.

"Oh my god, so many important people, how scary, how scary!"

The major general beside him twitched his lips: "General, can you please be serious?"

"I'm very serious," Kizaru yawned. "Look, I haven't even closed my eyes."

The major general remained silent.

At that moment, a uniquely shaped ship slowly sailed into the harbor.

The ship was enveloped in a huge bubble, its hull shaped like a fish, with a mermaid carved on its prow and the logo of Fishman Island painted on its sails.

"The people from Fishman Island have arrived."

Kizaru narrowed his eyes, staring at the ship.

The ship docked, and a petite mermaid stepped out.

Queen Otohime.

She was wearing a white dress, her long golden hair cascading over her shoulders, and a gentle smile on her face.

Despite his short stature, his aura commands respect.

"Queen Otohime, welcome to the Sabaody Archipelago." A naval rear admiral stepped forward to greet her.

"Thank you." Queen Otohime nodded slightly. "Excuse me, where is the bubble cable car to Mary Geoise?"

"plz follow me."

Queen Otohime, accompanied by her entourage, left the port with the naval rear admiral.

Along the way, she noticed the strange looks around her—some curious, some disdainful, some greedy, and some fearful.

The people of Fishman Island have never been welcome in the human world.

But she doesn't care.

For the people of Fishman Island, for them to live in the sunlight, for them to be freed from the fate of slavery, she was willing to endure all of this.

"Queen Otohime".

A voice came from behind.

Queen Otohime turned around and saw a tall man walking towards her.

He wore a white navy coat, with general's stars on his shoulders, and a gentle smile on his face.

"Who are you……"

"Aokiji," the man introduced himself, "Admiral."

Queen Otohime was slightly taken aback: "Admiral? Is there something you need from me?"

"It's nothing serious." Aokiji said casually, his hands in his pockets.

"I just wanted to remind you that places like Mary Geoise aren't easy to talk to."

Queen Otohime frowned slightly: "What do you mean by that?"

Aokiji didn't explain, just waved and left.

Queen Otohime stood there, watching his retreating figure, lost in thought.

The bubble cable car slowly ascended into the air, passing through the red earth continent.

Queen Otohime gazed at the blue sea below through the bubbles, her heart filled with longing.

Sunlight.

Earth.

Fresh air.

These are things that the people of Fishman Island have always dreamed of.

If this World Conference can get Fish-Man Island to join the World Government, then—

She dared not think any further.

The more I think about it, the more I fear disappointment.

Mary Geoise.

The core of this world government is now adorned with dazzling gold.

The streets were lined with flags from various countries, and every few steps a world government official in a white uniform stood expressionless.

The Celestial Dragons remained high above, sitting in their palanquins, wearing bubble helmets, looking down at the kings coming and going.

"What are these lowly people doing here for another meeting?"

A Celestial Dragon curled his lip.

"A waste of time."

"Exactly!" another chimed in. "We might as well capture a few more slaves to play with."

Their voices were not loud, but loud enough for the kings around them to hear.

Some people turned pale, some lowered their heads and remained silent, and some pretended not to hear.

Queen Otohime happened to be passing by and overheard these words; her expression changed.

slave.

The Celestial Dragons' favorite creatures are fish-men and mermaid slaves.

She took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, and continued walking forward.

Don't act impulsively.

For the sake of the people of Fishman Island, we must endure.

Conference hall.

Fifty kings were already seated around the enormous round table.

The Five Elders, Saint Satan, sat in the main seat, expressionless.

Fleet Admiral Sengoku stood behind him, while Army Commander-in-Chief Kogoro stood on the other side.

In the audience seats sat the kings of hundreds of small and weak nations, including Queen Otohime.

She has no seat in parliament, only the right to be an observer.

But it's okay.

Being able to come is the first step.

Satan tapped the table, and the entire room fell silent.

"The World Conference is now in session."