Shirou's clones number 30 million

In my past life, the reason I stood by and watched was simply because I lacked the strength to do anything and could only watch from the sidelines.

Over time, the passion in his body gradually cooled down, and he eventually became a cold-blooded person.

But in this life, having already possessed unparalleled power, it is truly unacceptable for him to remain indifferent and stand by.

As the ancients said: When poor, one should cultivate one's own virtue; when successful, one should benefit all under heaven.

Ironically, I've always remembered this phrase, but I'm only now beginning to understand its meaning.

Fortunately, it's not too late.

"Hahaha... You're absolutely right. All along, I've been watching from the sidelines with a cold eye. I knew it was wrong, but I just turned a blind eye."

"Water Clone Technique!"

His hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals, and the next moment, another Shirou appeared beside him.

“Mimicry – Acnologia”.

The clone Shirou instantly grew larger, transforming into the form of Black Dragon Shirou.

With dark skin, long black hair reaching near his neck, and a fierce look between his brows, he gave off a very dangerous vibe.

"With the CP organization and the Navy pursuing you, you won't get very far. I will personally escort you away from here."

"There are many empty boats over there. Although they don't belong to my family, I will buy them later. Feel free to use them."

Chapter Thirty-Two: Queen Otohime, You Were Right

Chapter 32, Section 32: Queen Otohime, You Were Right

Butler Hyman glanced fearfully at Shirou's clone, who resembled Acnologia, then leaned closer and cautiously asked:

"Young master, are you going to release these slaves?"

"Well... these slaves have seen the light and are filled with longing for freedom. They are no longer fit to be slaves. Let them go."

"But…"

"No buts, let's just consider it as if we bought it. Releasing my own slaves shouldn't bother anyone else, right?"

"Yes, young master!"

As he spoke, Butler Hyman breathed a sigh of relief.

Although his strength is ridiculously high, and he just had those incomprehensible clone and shapeshifting abilities, his familiar tone, manner, and demeanor are enough to prove that the young master is still the young master and has not been replaced by anyone else.

"Also, is there a way to suppress this matter? Don't issue a bounty on Ferschelteig."

“It’s impossible, young master. This Mr. Tiger had blood on his clothes before he came over. He must have killed quite a few people. The other Celestial Dragon families will not let this go.”

"I see. Then forget it. Bounties are a kind of incentive for pirates."

Hearing their conversation, a glimmer of hope returned to Tiger's eyes, and hesitantly asked:

"You're going to let us go? Why?"

“There’s no reason. If I had to say something, congratulations—you’ve beaten me, Mr. Ferschelteig.”

"Win? I couldn't even take one punch from you."

“Skills can be improved through training, but your belief touched me.”

Shirou glanced at the slaves in the distance, waved his hand to release them from their frozen state, and sighed:

"Some things we know are wrong, but everyone around us is doing them, so we just follow suit without feeling guilty. But there are some things we just can't do without feeling guilty."

"I won't say that what you're doing is futile, but in the future, I will try to change the world using other methods."

"As an idiot who can only do this much, you can just watch from afar."

"It won't be long before the world changes because of me."

At this point, Shirou's lips curled into a slight smile:

"Then, Mr. Ferschelteig, please accept my treatment first."

Although they didn't have any recovery medicine made by the slime himself at the moment, the Water Shadow's proficiency in medical ninjutsu could still give Tiger a simple treatment without any problem.

"Thank you."

Looking at the green light in Shirou's hand and watching his fractured arm gradually recover, Tiger murmured something to himself.

I never imagined that there were such extraordinary Celestial Dragons in the world.

With such power and such spirit, perhaps the world really will be changed because of it?

Since that's the case, I'll just keep my eyes wide open and watch from afar.

Queen Otohime, you were right.

However, it seems that my trip was not entirely meaningless.

In the blink of an eye, Tiger's injuries were completely healed.

Although not fully cured, he can already walk normally.

Many of the slaves who had recovered from being frozen rushed over, helping Tiger up while looking at the Celestial Dragon with fearful eyes.

"Thank you very much. May I ask your name?"

Shirou glanced at his clone Shirou beside him and said with a smile:

"I'm just a little kid, and he'll be the one dealing with you all from now on."

“Just call me Acnologia,” Shirou said immediately afterward.

Under Tiger's arrangement, the rescued slaves began to board the ship one after another.

This situation lasted for nearly a minute before dozens of CP organization members ran over from a distance.

The leader of the group looked around and said loudly:

"Issue the latest order: kill all slaves. Absolutely no slave shall be allowed to escape from the Holy Land."

"stop!"

Shirou stepped forward and stopped him:

"Consider these slaves as purchased by me. Release them and I will bear all the losses of the other Celestial Dragon families."

"This...you may have been misled by someone. I'm very sorry, but we cannot obey your orders."

"Is it because I'm a child? Or is it because the person giving the order is above me?"

Shirou chuckled softly and waved his right hand lightly.

Acnologia readily stepped forward, blocking Shirou's path, and surveyed the group of CP members.

The next instant, all the CP members collapsed to the ground, trembling and sprawling.

Many of the weaker members had already fainted.

"Conqueror's Haki?"

No, it is the oppressive power of a dragon.

Shirou mentally muttered a complaint, but offered no further explanation, and spoke again:

"So, do you still want to carry out your orders?"

"No, you're absolutely right. We'll do as you say."

“Very well, I like people who know what's good for them. If you need money, go ask my father or my grandfather.”

As they turned around, a golden light suddenly streaked across the sky.

A flash of golden light appeared, and a middle-aged man with a face resembling an ape, wearing a navy "justice" coat, appeared on the dock.

"Oh dear... Didn't they say someone invaded Mary Geoise? This is completely different from what I heard."

The future Marine Admiral—Kizaru!

However, he doesn't seem to be a general yet.

Shirou stepped forward a few paces, stood in front of him, looked up and asked:

"Are you here to rescue Mary Geoise? Or to be my bodyguard?"

Borsalino looked Shirou up and down, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

This Celestial Dragon boy seems to be different from the other Celestial Dragons.

He exuded a pure aura, unlike the repulsive feeling of other Celestial Dragons.

"Of course we're here to rescue Mary Geoise. Your guards haven't been chosen yet."

"You guys are slow too, aren't you?"

"Well... there's nothing we can do about it. Not only are we required to have the strength of a general, but we also have to be prepared to go to sea for a year or two. This really affects our careers."

"Hahaha...you're quite the interesting guy. Want to come on a sea voyage with me?"

"Okay, I'll call Marshal Kong and let him know. By the way, could you tell me what happened here? I'll report that to Marshal Kong as well."

"The matter is very simple. A fishman named Ferscheltag infiltrated Mary Geoise and released more than 10,000 slaves. I had a pleasant conversation with him at the docks and thought it would be a pity for him to die here, so I arranged for someone to send them away."

Shirou paused for a moment, then chuckled and said:

"Consider these slaves as people I bought from other families and then released."

"Oh my god... So that's what happened? I can't believe I didn't see it with my own eyes. What a shame."

This young man is indeed no ordinary Celestial Dragon.

It seems this trip won't be boring.

Borsalino smiled, and his mood brightened.

After glancing around at the slaves boarding the ship and Füsherteig, his gaze finally settled on Shirou's clone, Acnologia.

Compared to others, this man's presence was far too strong. The fierce aura between his brows made everyone who saw him clearly realize that this man was no ordinary person.

"Who is this young man...?"

"Let's call him Acnologia."