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

Barrett opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but then realized that it did seem to make sense, and in the end, he could only plop back down in his chair.

"I can't argue with you, so whatever you say goes."

Crocodile exhaled a smoke ring and, unusually, smiled.

"This move is more ruthless than any force."

"Something the world government has monopolized for eight hundred years, and you just make it public like that? Those old fogies are probably going to be furious."

"It's not just them."

Tesoro continued,

"All countries that maintain their rule through a system of monopolistic power will be affected."

This is a revolution.

"We are the revolution."

Roy walked back to the head of the table and sat down again: "Let's vote. Raise your hand if you agree."

He raised his hand first.

Hawkeye raised his hand, Tesoro raised his hand, Crocodile raised his hand, and Kuma silently raised his hand.

Then it was Lucci, and then the others.

Barrett was the last to raise his hand, muttering, "I still don't think it's worth it."

Roy looked at the dozen or so hands raised in unison, and a slight smile appeared on his lips:

"Unanimously approved. Tezzolo, contact Morgans again."

"Have him come to Beehive Island."

When Morgans received the Den Den Mushi, he thought he had misheard.

"Revealing the Six Styles of the Navy and the training methods for Haki? For free? Worldwide?"

His voice was so shrill it almost shattered the Den Den Mushi's receiver.

Are you sure there's nothing wrong with your brain?

Do you know what doing this means?

"I know."

Roy's voice came from the other end of the Den Den Mushi.

So, are you coming or not?

Morgans was silent for a few seconds, then spoke in an almost reverent tone,

"Wait for me. This time I'm going to write the article myself."

He arrived very quickly, even faster than last time.

What about the content?

Where is the manual?

I brought the best printing team; we can start work immediately once the design is finalized.

Roy pushed a thick file folder in front of him.

Morgans opened the file folder, pulled out the documents inside, and flipped through them page by page.

The more I looked at it, the more violently its wings trembled.

The document details the training methods for each of the six naval techniques.

From the most basic "Shave" footwork technique, to the "Moonwalk" aerial stepping rhythm, to the "Finger Gun" finger joint strengthening training, to the "Iron Block" muscle tension and breathing coordination, to the "Storm Kick" leg explosive power training, to the "Paper Drawing" body balance and airflow perception—every step is clearly written, with detailed illustrations and corrections for common mistakes.

The section on Armament Haki is more detailed.

It starts with the initial perception of internal energy, progresses to how to guide that energy to the body's surface to form a defense, and then to advanced techniques of hardening and binding.

It even thoughtfully includes "common mistakes for beginners," such as "armament haki is not better the harder it is," "don't try to cover your whole body in one go," and "overuse will lead to exhaustion," etc.

The section on Observation Haki is also quite long.

Start with the most basic sensory training—blindfolded avoidance training, breath tracking training, and advanced emotion perception training—

From practical skills of anticipating the opponent's movements to advanced techniques of briefly predicting the future.

Morgans finished reading the last page, closed the manual, and remained silent for a long time.

"You know what? If this manual were to actually spread all over the world, world governments would go crazy."

"I know."

"Hahaha! That's insane!"

Morgans looked at Roy and suddenly realized something—Roy's idea wasn't spur-of-the-moment; he had planned it all along. The layout, wording, and illustrations of this manual were all meticulously designed, so simple and easy to understand that even someone with only a few years of schooling could comprehend it.

This is not a momentary impulse; it is a long-planned revolution.

Morgans took a deep breath, stood up, and solemnly hugged the file folder to his chest.

"Within a month, this manual will be available in every corner of the world."

"it is good."

Three days later, the first batch of manuals was officially released.

Priced at one hundred Berries—cheaper than a newspaper. The cover has no fancy design, only a simple line of large text.

"Strength Training Manual - The Six Styles of the Navy and the Method of Cultivating Overpowering Qi".

Print run: 20 million copies.

The news spread like wildfire.

From Sabaody Archipelago to Water 7, from Alabasta to Fishman Island, from the East China Sea to the South China Sea, from the West China Sea to the North China Sea.

Donghai, Windmill Village.

Several young people sat around a table with a newly purchased manual in front of them.

"How do you do that 'shave'? Do you stomp your feet on the ground ten times and then explode? How long does that take to practice?"

"It says you can get started in three months, but I feel like I can't even take the first step in three months."

"That's better than doing nothing! I didn't even know how to become stronger before, but now at least I have a direction."

Similar scenes played out in countless villages, towns, and pirate ships.

The West Sea, an island long oppressed by pirates.

The villagers spontaneously formed a cultivation group and trained according to the methods in the manual.

Without anyone to guide or demonstrate, they relied entirely on the simple and easy-to-understand text and illustrations in the manual.

If you fall, get up; if you make a mistake, start over.

A few months later, when a pirate crew landed on the island again to plunder, they were defeated and forced to flee by the villagers who had just begun to use Armament Haki.

"What the hell is this thing?!"

The pirate captain clutched his swollen face, bruised from a punch, and stared in horror at the villagers who, just a few months ago, had been at the mercy of others.

The villagers didn't answer him; they just gripped the training manuals tightly in their hands, their eyes burning with an unprecedented light.

The South China Sea, a secret stronghold of the revolutionary army.

Long flipped through the manual three times from beginning to end, nodding in approval each time he read it.

"Roy is ruthless."

"Once this manual becomes widely available, the foundation of the world government's rule will be fundamentally shaken."

The navy is no longer the only power controlling the military system; ordinary people can become stronger and rebel—that's the real revolution.

He handed the handbook to the cadres around him.

"Each person receives a copy, and the organization trains everyone systematically according to the manual."

"But Mr. Long, is this manual reliable? Could it be false information deliberately spread by Roy?"

Long shook his head: "I've seen it, everything is true."

Roy doesn't want ordinary people to become stronger so he can become his enemy; he wants the World Government to lose its monopoly on power.

On this point, our goals are aligned.

During the first half of the Grand Line, the Supernovas were also studying this manual.

Kidd sat at the bow of the Punkhart, flipping through the manual with a rustling sound.

"I don't need anyone to teach me how to get stronger! This thing—"

"What the captain means is that although he won't follow it exactly, it's still good to refer to it," Kira translated from the side.

Luo tucked the manual into his pocket, his expression calm: "Boss Luo, what exactly are you trying to do?"

On a deserted island in the first half of the Grand Line, the Straw Hat Pirates are scattered in different places, each carrying out their own training.

Rayleigh sat on a rock, holding a manual in his hand. After flipping through a few pages, he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh, "That kid Roy has dug up all the Navy's secrets."

He closed the manual, looked at Luffy fighting a beast in the distance, and his smile deepened.

"But it's fine this way."

This sea has been too calm for too long; it's time for some change.