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

The Grand Line, on a very remote island.

The island is sparsely populated due to its barrenness, and even pirates rarely set their sights on it.

Life here is quite dull, and the only place to have some fun is the town's only tavern and casino.

At this moment, the casino was bustling with people, but everyone was quietly focused on one person.

This is a blind man who has lost all his sight. The only difference between him and others is the mountain of chips piled up in front of him.

And there was the man sitting opposite him, whose eyes were already bloodshot.

"All of it—everything's on top!"

The townspeople were all astonished by his actions, for he was the best gambler in town and one of the wealthiest.

Now he has staked his entire fortune on a blind man.

The blind man opposite him smiled slightly after hearing his voice.

"Your Excellency possesses remarkable courage."

"In that case, I am willing to take this last gamble with you."

Having said that, he pushed all his chips onto the table.

"I bet on low."

The dealer couldn't help but swallow hard as he looked at the chips piled up into two small mountains.

Even someone who frequents casinos has never seen so many chips before.

He wiped the sweat from his brow and reminded him:

"Have you both placed your bets? If so, I'll open the bets."

Then, under the gaze of the two men, the dealer pressed the bell in front of him.

"Ring ring~"

"Beting is complete, place your bets now!"

Immediately afterwards, the dealer slowly lifted the dice cup in front of him, and as he did so, everyone's eyes were drawn to the dice underneath.

As the dice were revealed one by one, everyone's hearts were in their throats.

Gudong.

The sound of swallowing echoed clearly throughout the casino.

As the dice cup was gradually lifted, the man with bloodshot eyes opposite him went from fanaticism to despair.

"1, 1, 1, small!"

"This gentleman wins!"

The blind man smiled happily:

It seems your luck isn't as good as mine.

The man opposite, with bloodshot eyes, was panting heavily, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

He suddenly looked up at the blind man opposite him and said through gritted teeth:

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"I've been gambling at these tables for so many years, and I've never lost this badly before. There's only one reason: you played Lao Gan!"

After saying that, he pulled a sharp dagger from his pocket and stabbed the blind man opposite him.

At this moment, there is only one thought in his mind.

That means the blind man opposite is a lonely traveler. If we kill him, he will still be a rich man on this island.

Ding!

The sharp dagger did not pierce the blind man's body as he had imagined, but instead pierced his cane.

The man with bloodshot eyes seemed to be pressed down by a powerful force, and instantly he was thrown to the ground!

On the ground.

The surrounding people scattered abruptly, their eyes filled with fear...

This group represents someone who is not to be trifled with and is ruthless. Whether they are pirates or people with dexterity abilities from underground forces, none of them are easy to mess with. It is quite normal for them to do things like massacring entire villages.

The blind man slowly stood up, pointed to the chips on the table, and said:

"Could you please change it to Pele for me?"

The dealer, initially stunned by the scene, was jolted awake by the blind man's words and exclaimed:

"Yes, sir."

Originally, the casino planned to double-cross each other, with neither side able to leave the island regardless of who won. Now it seems they underestimated the blind traveler.

That's clearly a fierce tiger.

On this small island where almost no one passes by, whoever has the ability is the king of the island, not to mention Devil Fruit users.

They often unleash a killing spree when something doesn't go their way.

Therefore, no one dared to disregard their words.

Outside the casino, a blind man carrying a large bag of cashed-out peso coins walked towards the distance, facing the sun.

"In that case, the travel expenses for Marin's reorganization will be fixed." I'd like to see if your justice can be served.

Speaking in a language incomprehensible to others, the blind man left the island amidst the awe-inspiring gazes of the onlookers.

The Grand Line, the Devil's Triangle.

Those whose shadows had been forcibly taken by Moria were all pleasantly surprised to find that their shadows had suddenly returned to their bodies.

This means that something must have happened to Moria.

Victims' Association, that's the name they've given themselves.

At this moment, all the members of the Victims' Association were kneeling on the ground, kissing their own shadows.

Throughout their lives, they have never cared as much about their shadows as they do now.

Meanwhile, some people were sent out to gather information, and they returned excitedly, saying:

"Good news! Good news!"

"Gecko Moria must be dead outside!"

"Now all the zombie soldiers on the island are lying on the ground. Our chance for revenge has arrived!"

"Yes, we've been oppressed by Moria and his companions for so long, we must make them pay for this in blood."

The members of the victims' association were all excited.

"Grab your weapons, let's fight them!"

"Hogbagu should be the only one left on the island. We need to hurry, or he'll get away."

"Without Moria here, what has little Hogback to be afraid of?"

Everyone picked up their weapons and ran excitedly toward Moriah's lair.

At the heart of the Devil's Triangle stands a very, very large sailing ship, known as the terrifying three-masted ship.

At that moment, in Moriah's lair, a figure was busily repairing a small boat.

He is the Hogugu mentioned by the Victims' Association.

Since Moria died outside, and he had little power, he had no choice but to run away.

He never expected that Moria would suddenly die outside, causing all the zombie soldiers on the island to fall.

Knowing that the Victims' Association would not let him go, he had no choice but to run away.

"That damned Moriah! Of all times to die, why now? He's got me in trouble!"

Damn it, once I escape, I'll find out who killed Moria and got me into this mess.

Hogback was furious; his strength was negligible in the Grand Line.

He and Moria were kindred spirits, which is why he was able to become a minor leader under Moria.

Without Moriah's protection, he could only flee in disarray from the Devil's Triangle.

Although a large number of ships run aground and are slaughtered by Moria every year, there is no one else on the island now, so he can only choose some smaller ships.

However, even for smaller boats, it is extremely difficult for him. He has been repairing them for a day and a night, and they are still not completely fixed.

"This is such a hassle!"

He cursed under his breath, but in order to survive, he had no choice but to swallow his anger and continue repairing it.

Right now, he's racing against time.

If they can repair the boat and escape before the Victims' Association arrives, there is still a glimmer of hope.

At this moment, on the outskirts of the Devil's Triangle.

Dozens of warships were neatly lined up on the sea, their dark cannon muzzles facing the enormous and terrifying three-masted sailing ship.

At that moment, many of the young soldiers on the ship were whispering among themselves!

Is this the Devil's Triangle? It looks terrifying.

"Yes, I grew up listening to his legends. I never imagined we'd be the ones to destroy him now."

"Hehe, I'll be able to brag about eliminating the Devil's Triangle for the rest of my life."

Who isn't? I must tell my fellow villagers.

A colonel who had returned from all over the world looked at his chattering soldiers with a puzzled expression and asked a question out of curiosity!

"Isn't this Gecko Moria's lair? Besides this, is there anything else special about it?"

The soldiers on the ship were taken aback at first, then reacted and hurriedly explained to the colonel:

"Colonel, this is the Devil's Triangle. We grew up hearing its legends."

Legend has it that terrifying demons dwell here, along with their undead legions. No matter how powerful an individual or what ship enters, they will all eventually lose their way in these waters. When they are finally discovered, they have become members of the undead legion.

Yes, and it's said that this place is also connected to the gates of hell, and the sounds of demons from hell can be heard drifting across the sea from time to time.

The colonel's lips twitched involuntarily.

He was confused by what he heard, but he also began to understand something.

That is, it was all Moria's doing.

After being defeated by Kaido, he fled back to the Devil's Triangle to lick his wounds, so he deliberately released information to mislead the public.

The reason this place is considered part of hell is twofold: first, Moriel's abilities allow him to steal other people's shadows and create zombie soldiers; second, so many ships have disappeared that most people are simply spreading rumors.

The colonel shook his head helplessly and said:

"There's nothing magical about this world. If there's anything you don't understand, it's because someone is tampering with it."

"I don't believe this is some kind of hellish place. The so-called undead army is just Moria's ability to summon a large number of zombie soldiers."

"All units, prepare for artillery fire!"

A bolt of lightning suddenly appeared in the dark clouds.

Immediately afterwards, a huge ship pierced through the dark clouds and floated above the warships.

"It's Vice Admiral Enel!"

The young naval soldiers below cheered and jumped for joy. In the navy, besides the Grand Marshal and the Admirals, Enel was the most popular.

Among the lieutenant generals, he was the only one who was young, handsome, and extremely strong, almost on the verge of becoming a general.

The colonel also showed a longing expression:

"It seems that Lord Enel will be making his move this time."

Enel flew out of the Ark Maxim, his body crackling with electricity, and the mithril on his wrist melted to form a trident.

"Two hundred million volts - Thunderclap!"

Enel hurled his trident into the dark clouds, and then all that could be seen was the churning of the clouds and the terrifying bolts of lightning flashing across them.

"fall!"

Rumble!

Bolts of lightning, like rain, instantly struck the terrifying three-masted sailing ship, purifying all the zombies on board into ashes.

At the same time, the enormous penetrating force was destroying various parts of the three-masted sailing ship, and cracking and snapping sounds could be heard everywhere.

The entire Devil's Triangle was bombarded by Enel's thunderous attacks.

"Order to fire!"

Enel retrieved his trident from the sky, which transformed back into a bracelet on his body. He then issued military orders to those below.

"Vice Admiral Enel has ordered: fire freely after three volleys!"

"yes!"

Rumble!

Shells traced graceful arcs through the sky as they rained down on the terrifying three-masted sailing ship. Even though the ship was as large as a small island, it couldn't withstand such a horrific attack.

Fires were raging everywhere, caused by the explosions; everything in sight was burning.

Both the ships and the dead zombie soldiers.

This is the real hell—

The scorching heatwaves surged in all directions, and the naval soldiers who fired the cannons were already drenched in sweat, but they still persisted in firing the shells.

Enel sat at the bow of the Ark of Proverbs, watching the three-masted sailing ship engulfed in flames below, unmoved.

A surge of Conqueror's Haki and lightning coalesced in his hands, and his gaze fixed on the sky.

"go!"

The lightning, imbued with Conqueror's Haki, struck directly above the three-masted sailing ship, shattering the clouds in the sky with a deafening roar.

A ray of sunlight shone through the crack, illuminating this place that hadn't seen the sun for over twenty years.

The Grand Line is currently the busiest place for naval recruitment.

Every day, countless people come to sign up, including people of all ages, and even some elderly people with gray hair who want to sign up to join the navy.

The personnel at the naval base responsible for the selection could only politely advise them to go back.

However, a large number of people still enthusiastically signed up.

"Hey, look at that! That person is so tall!"

"Yeah, even if he's not an ability user, his height alone is enough to make him a strong person."

"He seems to really be a power user."

Really? Then he'll definitely be accepted into the Navy. I really envy him.

Amidst gasps of surprise, a tall man appeared before their eyes.

Wherever he walked, all sorts of flowers and grass sprouted from the ground, as if he were a god who had mastered the power of nature. The people in the Navy responsible for selection could tell at a glance that he was an extremely powerful ability user.

"Hey, soldier, can I sign up for the navy?"

The naval soldier in charge of the selection nodded hurriedly.

"Yes, yes, please sign here."

No one could have imagined that Green Bull, who would later become one of the world's five most famous admirals, would appear on this sparsely populated island to enroll as a naval soldier.

Of course, the naval soldiers responsible for testing the capabilities relayed all the information about Green Bull to Navy Headquarters that very night.

Go to Marineford.

When Raleigh received the information, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Green Bull has already appeared, so how far behind is Fujitora? Or rather, he's already in the Navy."