Pirate: I was just slacking off, do you really think I'm bad?

Lord Raleigh's presence at our government office is a great honor.

Frank fawned over Raleigh with a fawning expression. Although he was an official of the World Government on Chania Ral, he knew very well the powerful figure sitting in front of him.

Frank knew long before that Raleigh was backed by Borsalino, the North Sea naval admiral, who was a vice admiral.

Unexpectedly, half a year later...

The young colonel who had just come from the East China Sea has grown into a fierce tiger.

They unified the mafia on Charnair Island, defeated the powerful Donquixote Family mafia in the North Blue, and recently killed the legendary pirate Bondiwald.

Since Raleigh arrived in the East Blue, his legendary status has continued to accumulate.

Raleigh no longer needs Borsalino to back him up; he is a big shot in himself that no one dares to underestimate.

"Ahem, these are all trivial matters."

Judging from Raleigh's expression, he was enjoying Frank's flattery.

However, Mayor Frank did a very good job. I still vaguely remember our last trip to the Châteauroux Island; it was sunset then.

Not a single civilian appeared outdoors; they stayed obediently in their homes.

Under the cover of night, Chanialar Island was a world dominated by lawless mafia and pirates. After we cleaned the island, Mayor Frank managed to transform it dramatically within six months; that's quite an achievement.

Upon hearing Raleigh's praise, Frank couldn't help but dance with joy.

After a while, Frank stopped what he was doing, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his sweat, and explained:

Lord Raleigh, I hope you don't mind, but I like to dance when I get excited.

Frank then clapped his hands, and a sound came from outside the office door.

A sexy female secretary dressed in a business suit and black stockings walked in and respectfully handed a folder to Frank. Frank took the file, opened the folder, and then presented the file to Raleigh with both hands.

Lord Raleigh, this is the tax revenue data for Chanialar Island for the past six months.

Raleigh casually took the file from Frank and began to look through it.

As I watched, I couldn't help but nod.

After seeing Raleigh's appearance, Frank cautiously said:

"Lord Raleigh, under your brilliant and skillful command, Chaniaral Island has been completely rid of the Mafia's evils, and the Selsbury family is now doing many good things for the island."

They have devoted a great deal of time and effort to maintaining order, and it is because of their efforts that our Chanialar Island's tax revenue has exceeded that of previous years.

As soon as Frank finished speaking, Raleigh saw the total tax revenue statistics on the last page and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise:

"That's a three-fold increase compared to the first half of the year! How did the Selesbury family manage that?"

Raleigh was curious as to why taxes on Chanielal Island had suddenly increased so much.

Frank quickly explained:

"Lord Raleigh, you may not know this, but in the past, although our Chanialar Island was a supply island on the shipping route, the influx of various criminals made life increasingly difficult for the local residents."

"Local residents struggling to make ends meet are absorbed into the mafia, pirates, and various underground forces. They don't engage in production, don't contribute taxes, and may even sabotage the livelihoods of other residents."

Since you wiped out the other mafia groups, Chaniaral Island has been managed very well by the Selsbury family. Pirates and underground forces have no say in it; without their interference, the people spontaneously engage in production, and caravans are willing to stop here to rest and resupply.

Through Frank's words, Raleigh understood that the reason behind this was simply that the Selsbury family, whom he had personally supported, was carrying out his ideas and transforming Chaniarar Island according to his will.

Without the Mafia and other miscellaneous forces fighting each other, people can earn their living through their own labor.

The stable environment encouraged both local residents and out-of-town businessmen to invest and develop the market economy, which is why Chanialar's tax revenue tripled.

Raleigh nodded in satisfaction, then remained silent. Frank, seeing this, gave his secretary a wink, then leaned down and whispered in Raleigh's ear:

Don't worry, Lord Raleigh, the taxes reported this year are no different from those reported last year.

"I've already had my men pack up the extra items, so Lord Raleigh can take them whenever he wants."

Raleigh looked up and glanced at the lean mayor in front of him.

It seems that people at all levels of the world government are generally familiar with the ways of interpersonal relationships.

However, Raleigh didn't make an exorbitant demand. Instead, he beckoned Frank over and whispered in his ear:

I only need half of that money; I don't care how you distribute the rest.

But I have something to tell you: now that we've improved the situation on this island, I don't want it to go back to the way it was before.

Remember this, whoever it is, whoever causes innocent people to bleed and turns this island back to its original state, I will make them understand what rules are!

Raleigh's words made Frank feel a little suffocated.

No one doubted whether what Raleigh said was true, because those who gambled had already lost their lives.

Frank, looking flustered, agreed:

"Lord Rolori, rest assured, I swear I will not let Chanialar Island return to what it was before."

Seeing that Frank had been largely intimidated, Raleigh felt a bit bored and left.

On a small island not far from Chanialar, a group of scientists in protective suits are working diligently.

"Judge, come and take a look at this place. I believe this is what we've been looking for."

A tall man in protective clothing shook the reagent in his hand.

The man called Gaji came over.

He wore a metal helmet, had a thick head of golden hair, and was tall. He had a black beard that slanted upwards, and a small mustache on his prominent jaw.

The protective suit he was wearing had the number "66" on both sides.

"Great, Chief! We're almost there!"

Judge, who had come over, was also very happy. He and this genius from the Grand Line hit it off immediately. Their scientific research complemented each other, so Vegapunk took the lead in establishing the MADS organization to study knowledge known as "taboo".

MADS means madness; from its inception, it has subtly attracted the world's most eccentric and brilliant scientists.

The organization's members included Vinsmoke Gagech, who later became the king of the Germa Kingdom.

Queen, the "Plague Disaster," is one of the Three Disasters and the top scout of the Beasts Pirates.

The mad and evil scientist - Caesar Courland, etc.

They ignored the World Government's ban and frantically studied everything in the world.

Weapons, life, Devil Fruits, and so on.

After a long period of speculation and argumentation, they concluded that the human body contains a very special substance. Members of the MADS organization unanimously agreed that if this substance could be deciphered, the life of organisms could be redesigned.

However, they don't have enough animal test subjects, so they often need to go out and capture them.

Unbeknownst to Vegapunk, Queen and a young Caesar Clown were discussing their next voyage.

Both men were geniuses in the field of microbiology, and they believed that no one in the world could surpass them in the field of microbiology.

But they weren't the only geniuses in the world. A team consisting of Vegapunk and Vinsmoke Judge, who were a few years older than them, was close to discovering the truth about lineage factors.

MADS is not a charity, nor is it backed by any top billionaires. Their funding comes from the sale of weapons operated by Vegapunk to fund their activities.

After Quinn and Caesar Clown's research hit a bottleneck, their research funding was cut in half, with most of the funds transferred to Vegapunk.

In fact, funds were not important to Quinn and Caesar Clown, since the entire organization was founded by Vegapunk.

But what they care about is face; no genius would think they are inferior to others.

Seeing their peers making breakthrough after breakthrough in their research, the two young geniuses could no longer stand it.

They are all confident geniuses with exceptional intelligence; how could they possibly watch their experimental progress fall far behind others?

Not to mention the extremely twisted and evil Quinn and Caesar Cullen.

In fact, more than a month ago, Quinn and Caesarcourt had already applied for a new type of vessel that could cross the doldrums.

They had long forgotten Vegapunk's prohibition and arrogantly extended their reach to the people of the North Sea.

Chanialar is the closest island to them.

In fact, it was precisely because they were brought out by Calm Wind that neither the Navy nor the Selsebury family knew where they were hiding.

After all, in everyone's understanding, the Calm Belt can only be crossed by swimming with a strong physique, and no one has ever heard of a ship that can only sail freely.

We need to hurry; the leaders have already named that substance the Bloodline Factor.

They say the bloodline factor is the realm of God, hailed as the blueprint for life. Although it hasn't been extracted yet, the leader says it will definitely be completed within a week.

Quinn's fat face was contorted with rage; he was not about to be the one to lose face.

So he teamed up with Kaiser Cuarón, who was also in the field of microbiology, and embarked on a path of no return using human subjects for research.

"Yes, yes, we need more! More!!"

"With enough people, we can soon break through the current research."

Young Caesar Courland wore a morbidly obsessive smile; in his eyes, only the success of the experiment mattered, not the preciousness of human life.

"Well, while the leader is still engrossed in the experiment, let's hurry back."

Quinn and Caesar Cullen packed some things and quietly boarded the ship under the cover of night. Caesar Cullen took the helm, while Quinn went to add more coal to the power unit.

The next morning.

Chaniarell Island, the home of the Selsbury family.

Raleigh woke up in the large, soft bed and glanced out the window, his eyelids drooping.

The sky was azure, without a single cloud.

The sun had just risen and had not yet emitted uncomfortably high temperatures.

"Lord Raleigh, it's time to get up and have breakfast."

A maid dressed as a lady-in-waiting rang the doorbell and inquired about the people inside.

"Okay, I understand."

If it weren't for the need to investigate the people who had been plundered, Raleigh would never have wanted to get out of such a comfortable bed.

He slowly got out of bed, and as the blanket fell, a body brimming with hormones was revealed in the room.

His bare upper body bore several scars from a childhood fight, but his strong muscle lines and well-defined abs were enough to make any woman who saw this body scream.

Raleigh casually put on the clothes from the closet and opened the door.

"You're up, Raleigh."

Approaching us was Gion, who had already finished her morning exercise, wearing a tight-fitting outfit with a fine layer of sweat on her forehead.

"You go to the restaurant first, I need to take a shower."

Raleigh nodded, then couldn't help but admire Gion's efforts.

He arrived at the restaurant, picked up a cup of black coffee, and sipped it slowly.

On the table was the latest issue of the world newspaper. Raleigh flipped through it while sipping his black coffee. The headline read, "Gol D. Roger Appears at the Entrance of the Grand Line!! Seems to be Searching for Someone!!"

"The Great Pirate Shiki now possesses eight giant ships!!! Will he be the one to unify the New World?!"

"Whitebeard Edward appeared on a destroyed island in the Grand Line and stayed for three days!!"

Raleigh was quickly reading through a series of shocking world news stories, which made him subconsciously forget about the coffee in front of him.

"It's getting more and more exciting; the Great Pirate Era is almost here!"

Raleigh knew that Gol D. Roger had appeared at the entrance to the Grand Line to find a doctor to be his ship's surgeon.

He finally got his wish and invited Crocus to join the ship as the doctor. With Crocus's help, Roger successfully suppressed the pain caused by his terminal illness.

In the days that followed, Roger received treatment from Crocus while using his own strength to defeat numerous opponents, eventually reaching Laugh Tale and becoming the Pirate King.

The Golden Lion, who is currently actively expanding his power, will also go to war with Raleigh next year.

In the year 1497 of the Sea Calendar, in the latter half of the Grand Line.

Two world-class superpowers engaged in a life-or-death battle, a battle known to the world as the "Battle of Adwall."

After this battle, the once invincible Golden Lion Shiki was severely injured and could only flee back to the floating island to eke out a living, while Roger continued his triumphant journey, advancing towards the second half of the Grand Line.

He eventually discovered Laugh Tale, became the Pirate King, and ushered in a new era.

Raleigh, what are you looking at?

Gion walked in, her hair still slightly damp.

Raleigh closed the newspaper, picked up his already cold black coffee, and drank it down in one gulp.

"Nothing much, just some pirates who can make the world uneasy."