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

Queen Otohime asked:

"So what do you want to do, Mr. Tiger?"

You must understand, with the strength of our Fish-Men race, we are simply no match for the World Government.

"Fishman Island has existed to this day because it's ten thousand meters below the surface of the ocean, but if it angers the World Government, it will be difficult for us to fight against them."

Fisher-Teg didn't show any displeasure; he already knew the truth about the world.

Fishman Island is his hometown; he was born on Fishman Island.

No matter what he does, the World Government will always associate him with Fish-Man Island.

If Tiger did this himself, then Fishman Island could easily pin the blame on him to protect itself.

However, if Fish-Man Island had helped Tiger, the World Government would most likely have assumed that Fish-Man Island was full of rioters opposing the government's rule.

The example of O'Hara is still before us.

Tiger didn't want his actions to lead to the destruction of Fish-Man Island; he couldn't bear such a blame. "Queen Otohime, during my years of travel, I've found that humans have been quite friendly towards our Fish-Man race."

I'm all about races, T-shirts

Knows a little about Da Chen,

In their eyes, even humans were slaves.

"I came back to tell you all these things. Also, I'm worried about Fishman Street, so I need to tell them a few things before I leave."

Neptune was somewhat helpless.

He had known Tiger for a long time, but he didn't quite agree with Tiger's ideas.

However, he knew Tiger's temper and that he would never listen to him, so he didn't intend to change Tiger.

"Tiger, once you leave, you're never coming back."

Is it worth it?

Tiger said nothing, only revealing the large, blast-related scars on his neck, and said:

"Neptune, perhaps you don't know what this feels like. I can only tell you, it's awful, like crawling out of hell."

Fisher Tiger died in that Celestial Dragon's holy land; now, Tiger, his heart burning with the flames of revenge, has survived.

Tiger stood up, bowed to King Neptune and Queen Otohime, and said:

"Neptune, Queen Otohime, I'm leaving."

Neptune wanted to persuade Tiger to stay, but something was stuck in his throat again.

Queen Otohime's eyes welled up with tears; she didn't want Tiger to die like this.

Fisher-Tegger is gone.

He left very decisively.

After leaving the palace, he arrived at Merman Street, where he was met with pairs of burning eyes.

Most of the merfolk who grew up in Merfolk Street joined because they admired Tiger, and there are many newcomers who have never even met Tiger.

"Big Brother Tiger!"

"Big Brother Tiger!"

Two shouts rang out simultaneously as Jinbe and Arlong put aside their differences and welcomed their older brother, Fisher Tiger.

Tiger didn't say much, but looked at the young, hopeful fish-men around him, smiled, and then beckoned Jinbe and Arlong back to his home.

"Brother Tiger, what's that wound on your neck? Which bastard did it? I'm going to kill him!"

Ah Long was furious.

Before Tiger left, he clearly remembered that his older brother only had a few scattered scars.

However, after this long trip, Tiger developed such a severe blast injury on his neck, which made Aaron extremely angry.

Even Jinbe, who is usually good-natured, was very unhappy.

Brother Tiger, tell me who did this. Our Sun Pirates aren't to be trifled with.

After entering his home, Tiger's smile vanished, and his expression turned extremely unpleasant.

After listening to the two men, Tiger forced a smile and said;

"It's alright, I just encountered a particularly formidable opponent. To escape, I had no choice but to detonate a bomb."

Although Tiger's excuse was a bit far-fetched, Jinbe and Arlong didn't say anything because they trusted him.

"Brother Tiger, please don't leave again this time you're back, okay?"

The Sun Pirates have grown increasingly powerful under our command, and now they number nearly three hundred crew members.

Jinbe said proudly.

Since Tiger left, the Sun Pirates have fallen into his hands.

In order to ensure that Tiger would return to find the Sun Pirates transformed, he and Arlong began to work together to recruit the elites of Fishman Island into the Sun Pirates.

Tiger sighed and said:

"I'm sorry, Jinbe, Arlong. I still have many things to do, so staying on Fishman Island is impossible."

"I will stay here for three days, and then I will go out to sea again."

Arlong didn't care whether Tiger went to sea again. For him, if Tiger was really persuaded by Jinbe to stop, he wouldn't admire Tiger as much.

However, Ah Long wanted to ask Tiger if he had ever thought about taking him out to sea with him.

"Brother Tiger, if you're going to sea, could you consider taking me with you? I'm quite strong now."

Tiger glanced at Aaron's muscles, which had changed noticeably since he left.

However, it did not serve any purpose for my plan.

Because that is the Holy Land of Mary.

No matter how powerful you are, if you stay in Mary Geoise for too long, you will definitely be suppressed by the CP organization experts sent by the World Government.

During his past days as a slave, Tiger had thought of escaping countless times, but unfortunately, besides the slave collar, the CPO members were also extremely difficult to deal with.

Tiger had seen many escaped slaves, all of whom were killed by the slave collars that exploded.

Those slaves who tried to blackmail the Celestial Dragons to gain their freedom had their arms cut off by the CP organization before they even touched their target.

Alright, Fishman Street still needs you to lead it, and the Sun Pirates can't do without Jinbe for the time being, so neither of you can come with me.

However, if you become even stronger, I will take you on a trip around the world.

Tiger eventually lied; he didn't know what to say next.

Because if Tiger told them his plan, Arlong and Jinbe would definitely not agree to it.

Or perhaps when Tiger went alone, the two of them accompanied him.

"Alright, if there's nothing else, let's leave it at that. We've been out for so long, it's time to check how well you've practiced your fishman karate."

"Jinbe, you go first."

"Okay, Tiger."

Somewhere on the Red Line, below Marineford.

This place, which is rarely visited, has finally welcomed a guest of its own today.

It was evening, and the bright red sun had dyed the entire sky crimson, turning the distant clouds orange-red with gold edges.

Glug glug.

A series of bubbles rose from the deep sea.

Fisher-Teg emerged from the shimmering, sunlit sea, carrying a large bag on his back filled with items he had secretly purchased on Fishman Island.

He looked at the red earth continent that seemed to pierce the clouds, his gaze momentarily unfocused, before quickly regaining its resolve.

His strong hands gripped the protruding part at the bottom of the Red Line and began to climb up little by little. Time always flies. While there was laughter and joy on Mary Geoise, the sky gradually darkened. No one would notice that on the steep cliffs of the Red Line, a fishman carrying a bundle was struggling to climb up.

Everyone believed that the Red Line was insurmountable, a notion that had been circulating for about eight hundred years.

But today, the message was shattered as soon as Fisher-Teg began climbing.

The world has been at peace for too long, and the Holy Land has been at peace for too long.

The Holy Land was no longer as heavily patrolled as it had been when it was first established.

They genuinely believed that no one would climb up from the red earth, so naturally no one was watching over them.

Fisher-Teg gripped the edge of the rock with his strong fingers, first throwing the package on his back up, and then using his remaining strength to flip himself up.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh."

Tiger, having climbed onto the Red Earth, felt extremely tired and could only rest for a while.

His hands and feet were severely worn down, and in some severe areas, the finger bones were exposed.

His chest was already raw and bloody when he had climbed a third of the way up, but none of this could defeat Tiger's determination for revenge.

After a half-hour rest, Tiger opened the bag he had painstakingly carried up.

Inside were swords made on Fishman Island, and a new type of kerosene he had specially commissioned from the island's artisans.

After attaching the sword to his body, Tiger put the remaining oil back into his backpack.

Looking at the magnificent world not far away, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Celestial Dragons, here I come!

Because of his past as a slave in Mary Geoise, Tiger is currently quite familiar with the area.

Furthermore, he knew that all members of the CP organization in Mary Geoise prioritized protecting the lives of the Celestial Dragons.

This means that whenever any unexpected event occurs at the Celestial Dragons' residences, the CP organization must resolve it before the situation escalates.

"Luring the tiger away from the mountain" is a very simple yet philosophical phrase.

Mary Geoise is a slave detention center, where every slave brought by a Celestial Dragon is stored.

Most of the slaves here wear slave collars. The older slaves have long since accepted their reality, so they all try their best to perform after the Celestial Dragons have made their selections.

The new slaves, however, did not sense the terror of the Celestial Dragons' power; they were now constantly thinking about how to escape.

However, some Celestial Dragons do not keep their slaves here; they prefer to keep them tied up at home.

It was already evening, and the people in the slave camp seemed quite relaxed.

The ubiquitous cigarette butts and bottles of rum told the world that they were not afraid of anyone stealing slaves.

"I'll go home after I finish these. You can drink the rest at your leisure."

"It was said by a guard who looked like a minor leader."

"Boss, you can leave now. We'll take care of the rest."

"That's right, boss. No one will ever come here. Even the slaves themselves have no intention of leaving."

A few nosy guards tried to provoke their leader with words, but to their surprise, their leader actually fell for it.

"What are you talking about? I'm not afraid of you guys when it comes to drinking! Bring another case, one case each!"

They were intimidated by the leader's imposing manner and began to drink rum.

Just as he was getting drunk and preparing to go to sleep, someone suddenly ran in from outside and shouted:

"Something's wrong, boss! There seems to be a fire outside, and it's huge!"

The previously drunken gang leader and several others suddenly shed the smell of alcohol from their bodies.

"What's going on?"

"How did our place catch fire?"

As questions arose, the guard didn't offer any further explanation, but instead opened the curtains to let them peek outside.

My God, there really was a fire.

"That direction—no, that's impossible."

The guard, who had lived here for most of his life, suddenly discovered a house burning fiercely outside and black smoke billowing out.

He mentally calculated the distance and realized it was the place where the Celestial Dragons lived.

No—impossible, this is Mary Geoise.

"Boss, we need to put out the fire quickly!"

"Yes, boss. If we saw it and didn't put it out, it would be even harder to accept than dying in the fire."

Influenced by the Celestial Dragons, everyone who is nearby, whether guards, ordinary citizens, or others, has no choice but to go and put out the fire.

The ever-brighter flames dyed the sky blood red.

The civilians who went to the rescue were very nervous, checking the number of people present. If even one Celestial Dragon died in Mary Geoise, the Five Elders would definitely kill everyone present.

Soon, the drunken guard, along with his subordinates, went to put out the fire.

After all the guards in the detention center left, Tiger sneaked into the vast slave cell.

Awakened by the explosion, the crowd was stunned to see a strong figure suddenly appear in the distance.

Fisher-Teg!

The fact that a man who should have died long ago appeared outside the slave camp's cells left them somewhat confused about whether it was real or not.

"Aren't you Tiger? Weren't you dead?"

Tiger, are you a fish-man or a demon now?

The prisoners who knew Tiger were all terrified, each trying to recall if they had committed any crimes against him.

Tiger didn't answer; his time was precious.

Carbohydrate.

The gleaming blade struck the iron chains of the prison cell.

With a clang, the iron chain was cut in two and fell to the ground.

Tiger looked at the still bewildered prisoners inside and said:

"There's no time to explain anymore. I have the key to the cell here. Hurry up and get them out."

The slaves had no weapons at all; they could only cooperate with Tiger's actions, using a bunch of keys to quickly open the other slaves' cells.