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

"It's over...it's all over, it's all over..."

DeClay's lips trembled, and his voice became shrill and distorted.

"A Celestial Dragon... was beaten up in my auction house... Saint Charlos... is finished... completely finished..."

His hands groped around on the table, trying to grab something, but he swept a pile of documents onto the floor.

"The World Government will kill me... The Five Elders will skin me alive... No, no, no... They will kill my whole family..."

"Boss!!!"

A shrill female voice interrupted his breakdown.

It was his secretary—a young woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses, equally pale, but much more lucid than Drake.

"Alarm! Sound the alarm! Now!"

Drake seemed to wake from a dream, and slammed his fat hand on a red button on the table.

"Waaaaah—waaaah—"

The alarm system for the entire auction house was activated simultaneously.

The secretary had already grabbed the Den Den Mushi from the table, her voice urgent:

"This is the Golden City Auction House!"

"Area One! Celestial Dragon Charles Saint has been attacked!"

"Repeated! The Celestial Dragons have been attacked!"

"Requesting naval support! Requesting naval support!"

Her voice, transmitted via Den Den Mushi, instantly reached every naval communication channel in the Sabaody Archipelago.

After doing all this, the secretary slumped into her chair, her hands still trembling.

Drake seemed to have all his strength drained away; his large body slid off the leather seat and collapsed to the floor, muttering, "It's over...it's all over..."

The secretary looked at him, then glanced at the black-haired man's figure on the monitor screen, a complex expression flashing in her eyes.

She knew who that person was.

Emperor of Heaven, Roy.

On this vast ocean, it is one of the few monsters that dares to confront the World Government head-on.

Even if the Celestial Dragons are in his hands, what can the Navy do if they come?

But that's not something she can worry about anymore.

She was just a secretary. She did everything she could.

The rest is up to fate.

Sabaody Naval Base.

At the moment the alarm sounded, Garp was sitting in the conference room, crunching on a rice cracker.

On the table in front of him lay a nautical chart of the Sabaody Archipelago, with the locations of various factions marked on it.

Zefa sat opposite him, closing his eyes to rest.

Akainu leaned against the corner of the wall, lava dripping from between his fingers, burning black holes in the floor.

Aokiji sat by the window, yawning.

The four of them had been like this for several hours.

Garp was forced into this "overseeing" task by Sengoku, and he was extremely unwilling.

Zefa, carrying the frustration of having his heavenly gold stolen, remained silent like a stone.

Needless to say, Akainu had a gloomy expression from the start of the meeting, as if he could explode at any moment.

Only Aokiji remained as lazy as ever.

"Waaaaah—waaaah—"

A piercing alarm suddenly blared, shattering the silence in the conference room.

The movements of all four people freeze simultaneously.

Kapu stopped chewing the rice cracker.

Zefa suddenly opened his eyes.

Akainu raised his head, and the magma beneath his skin churned even more violently.

Aokiji's yawn stopped halfway through.

A woman's urgent voice came through the communicator: "This is the Golden City Auction House! Area One! Celestial Dragon Charles Saint Saint has been attacked! Repeat, a Celestial Dragon has been attacked! Requesting Marine support!"

The meeting room was silent for a full second.

Then--

"Bang!!!"

Karp slammed his hand on the table, and the solid wood table shattered with a crash, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

For the first time, a serious expression appeared on that usually carefree old face.

"Roy...it must be that kid!"

He had no evidence. But he just knew.

No one on the entire Sabaody Archipelago, except Roy, would dare to do something so outrageous.

Zephyr stood up as well, his face ashen: "Damn it! Has he gone mad?!"

Akainu's lips curled into a cold smile.

at last.

Finally, there's a reason to take action.

His body had begun to transform into elements, and magma spread from his feet.

Aokiji stood up, hands in his pockets, but his usually lazy eyes were now full of seriousness.

"Mr. Karp."

"Know."

Without saying a word, Garp strode towards the door.

"Zeff, Sakazuki, Kuzan—keep up!"

The four rushed out of the conference room and sped towards Area One.

Garp is the fastest.

He bent his knees slightly, and the ground beneath his feet cracked instantly. He was launched out like a cannonball!

Zefa followed closely behind, his black wrists gleaming metallically in the moonlight.

Akainu transformed into a torrent of magma, bursting through the base wall and leaving a blinding red trail in the night sky.

Aokiji leaped into the air, creating an ice path beneath his feet, and glided swiftly between the buildings.

Four admirals-level combatants were deployed simultaneously.

Target – Zone One, Golden City Auction House.

The naval soldiers at the base turned pale as they watched this scene.

They have been stationed here for many years and have never seen four of their top combatants deployed at the same time.

This means—

Something terrible has happened.

This is a very important matter.

In the warehouse.

The alarm was still blaring.

Roy withdrew his gaze from the Den Den Mushi, his expression remaining calm.

"Looks like we've been discovered."

His tone was as relaxed as if he were saying, "Looks like it's going to rain."

Jinbe, holding Lily, said gravely, "Captain Roy, the Navy must have received the news. We need to retreat immediately."

Grandma New nodded, "Let's go to Shaki's bar first; it's safe there for now."

Roy glanced at the slaves who had just come out of their cages.

There were more than a dozen people, some injured, some weak, and some unable to even stand.

It's really not realistic to just lead them out through the main entrance like that.

But Roy hadn't planned to go through the main entrance anyway.

He raised his right hand, and his telekinetic power was unleashed once more.

This time, the psychic power didn't spread outwards, but surged upwards.

The warehouse ceiling—that thick reinforced concrete structure—began to groan in pain under the impact of the telekinetic force.

The cracks spread outwards from the center, like a spider web.

"Crack crack crack—BOOM!!!"

The ceiling shattered with a deafening crash!

It didn't explode; it was torn apart from the inside by telekinesis, turning into countless fragments that flew upwards!

Sunlight streamed down through the breach, illuminating the entire warehouse.

Roy withdrew his hand and looked at the crowd.

"Walk."

The telekinetic energy enveloped everyone.

Jinbe, Lily, Granny Newe, the Kuja warriors, the Hancock sisters, the Mink warriors, the Longarm Craftsmen, the Dwarf girl...

A dozen people were simultaneously lifted up by an invisible force, rising into the air through the hole in the ceiling.

Outside the warehouse is the central hall of the auction house.

At this moment, the nobles and wealthy merchants who had not yet left the hall were scattering in all directions, frightened by the sound of the alarm.

The woman screamed, the man cursed, tables and chairs were overturned, and drinks were spilled all over the floor.

Then, they witnessed a sight they would never forget.

The floor in the center of the hall suddenly shattered, and more than a dozen figures rose from the ground and hovered in mid-air.

The leader was a black-haired man.

He had his hands in his pockets, his expression calm, as if he were taking a walk in his own backyard.

Behind him were mermaids, furry tribes, nine-snake female warriors... all the "commodities" that should have been locked in cages were now freed.

What's even more suffocating is—

Yamato and Tesoro each carried a Celestial Dragon.

Saint Charles and his wife Charlos Palace, like two fat pigs waiting to be slaughtered, were held by the scruff of their necks and suspended in mid-air.

Their bubble hoods had long since shattered, their arrogance replaced by fear, and they trembled, unable to utter a single word.

Their youngest son, bound like a dumpling by pea vines, hung in mid-air, wailing loudly.

The hall fell silent instantly.

Those nobles who had just been screaming and running for their lives now stood with their mouths agape and their eyes wide open, as if someone had grabbed them by the throat.

What did they see?

Celestial Dragons.

World nobility.

Descendants of the Creator.

They were lifted into the air like trash.