Settsetse! The Pirate Nemesis

“No, it’s an attack,” Sett said calmly. “Simply put… it’s about freeing those slaves. As for the rest, that’s uncertain. After all, we don’t know what kind of guys we’ll encounter once we get up there.”

Morgans was stunned for a long time after hearing Sett's words.

It's no wonder Morgans acted this way, after all, Sett had completely exposed his malice towards the Celestial Dragons.

No matter how enthusiastic Morgans was about breaking news, it was impossible for him not to feel fear when facing a behemoth like the World Government. After all, Morgans wasn't the future news king or the president of the World Economic News Agency. He was just an unknown reporter who had gotten lucky and become famous for his follow-up reporting…

Now, upon hearing this explosive news, Morgans' first thought was of terrifying consequences.

Sett, standing to the side, didn't seem to care at all, saying indifferently, "Don't be so scared, I didn't say I wanted you to come along to the battlefield."

"Huh? Ah?" Morgans was still a little confused, but Sett just said to himself, "You just need to prepare the live broadcast signal, you don't need to worry about anything else. You can hang in the sky or wherever you want, it's up to you—I never expected you to become the main force in this battle."

"That's wonderful!"

Hearing this, Morgans showed no anger at being slighted; on the contrary, his face was filled with relief—if he had actually joined in, he wouldn't have had enough lives. After all, Morgans' strength was limited to the basic enhancements from his Devil Fruit. Most of the time, he relied on his flight ability and excellent intelligence gathering skills to obtain advance warning and then evacuate... Direct combat? His expertise was completely mismatched!

With reconnaissance points maxed out, combat effectiveness is essentially zero.

"The plan is to begin in a month. Let's get ready." Sett stretched his limbs, his face filled with an arrogant gleam, and then prepared to complete his daily tasks to strive for freedom with the Iron Fusion as soon as possible.

As he walked, he said, "If you dare to tell anyone else, I guarantee you won't live more than three days."

Upon hearing this, Morgans felt a chill run down his spine. But after a brief moment of fear, Morgans felt a surge of elation—undoubtedly, major news! The biggest news in history!

The excitement that followed the fear sent waves of highs through Morgans' head. He could foresee that hosting this news broadcast would make him the brightest star in the journalism world!

A journalist's instinct for news is undeniable. Especially someone as journalistically as Morgans—his initial fear stemmed from the accumulated power of the world government over five hundred years, but after a brief period of fear, his journalistic instincts quickly excited him.

When Kenneth was assassinated, the only two reporters present fought over the single phone to report the situation to their respective newspapers. The scene was no less dramatic than the set of the movie "Ip Man." Especially after getting the phone, they endured punches and kicks from the other reporter to give a complete account of the events and seize firsthand information.

Now, Morgans knows better than anyone that if he doesn't seize this opportunity, he might as well quit his job and go home to sell sweet potatoes!

A month may seem like a long time, but it passed quickly.

Just as planned, during this period, Tiger attacked slave ships almost every two to three days. The frequency of the attacks forced the slave traders to pay the navy to go out to sea and hunt down the fisherman pirate crew.

In terms of raw strength, the Fishman Pirates might not be a match for the Marines. Especially on land, fishmen are only slightly stronger than humans. However, their superior equipment can't mask their racial advantages—when pursued by the Marines, the Fishman Pirates will run if they can, and if they can't, they'll abandon ship and jump into the sea.

Relying on their doubled strength and agility in the water, the mermen navy had absolutely no way to deal with the fish-men who had dived underwater—though some stubborn navy personnel did try to shoot at the surface. Enraged, the fish-men simply dug holes in the bottom of the ship.

As these events became more and more frequent, the Navy's usual range also expanded—Tiger and his crew were always guiding the ships towards the distance.

It was evening.

The Sabaody Archipelago is already ablaze with colorful lights. Like a legendary city that never sleeps, ornate pleasure boats glide through the gaps between the islands. Wherever they go, cheers erupt in unison.

As fireworks exploded in the sky, Sett left his room. Having slept all day, Sett now exuded a restless aura.

With a series of swishing sounds, Sett's figure flashed across the street like a blur. He left no trace, only a gentle breeze. In the past, this might have attracted the attention of some. But in the bustling Soap Bubble Festival, Sett's figure went unnoticed by anyone.

Before long, Sett arrived at the outermost archipelago. Looking up, the Red Line was only a few hundred meters away from the sea. He threw a prepared blood pack into the water, and as the smell of blood spread, Tiger, seemingly sensing his arrival, quickly emerged from the water.

"Everything is ready, the ship is hidden..."

"Stop with the nonsense, let's get straight to the point!"

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202·Opening Ceremony

into the night.

Amidst a shower of fireworks, Sett and Tiger rapidly climbed the almost vertical rock face. The only difference between them was that Tiger was actually climbing, while Sett was practically running.

Its massive body seemed to defy the laws of nature; its thick thighs could leave deep footprints on the rock face with minimal effort.

It's a vibration.

The sheer force of the impact of the foot striking the rock face shatters the rock within the foot's reach into fine dust, forcibly creating a point of leverage for running.

Although he could understand Sett's actions, Tiger could only sigh in despair—he knew better than anyone how difficult it was to actually carry out what seemed like a simple action.

In the simplest terms, how do you violently shatter rocks while they are almost still, without making a sound, giving the impression that they have naturally crumbled due to long-term weathering?

Others may not know, but Tiger knows for sure that he absolutely cannot do it.

There wasn't much time to think, because immediately afterward, Tiger felt a sudden weightlessness. When he came to his senses, he found Sett had grabbed the back of his shirt.

What are you doing, Sett?!

"Too slow! Speed ​​up! Speed ​​up!!" With a roar, Tiger could clearly sense Sett's hidden restlessness. Then, Sett's entire body shrank—or rather, crouched—in mid-air. His previously fitted trousers revealed clearly defined muscles with the movement. Each muscle was like a bull's heart. Visible explosive power brewed, and then, with a burst of fireworks and a deafening explosion, Sett's body slammed into the air, shooting straight up into the sky like an arrow!

The sudden surge in speed and the intense air friction whipped Tiger's tough, fish-skin-like face into a frenzy, like a plastic bag billowing in the wind. He wanted to say something, but the onrushing storm forced him to shut his mouth.

The Holy Land, Mary Geoise.

Even during the Soap Bubble Festival, there wasn't much extravagance—no, there were a few elaborate decorations, though. The Celestial Dragons loved to indulge, and during the annual Soap Bubble Festival, they would use the guise of celebrating with the people to lavishly collect tributes of heavenly gold from all over the world. However, such lavish decorations would never appear on the outskirts of the Holy Land, Mary Geoise. The reason was simple—the outskirts of Mary Geoise were the dwellings of slaves. Or rather, prisons.

In the eyes of the Celestial Dragons, slaves are not human beings, not even living beings, but merely objects.

What right do lowly objects have to spend this delightful holiday of unwrapping presents with them?

Rather, it's more accurate to say that these slaves would feel defiled just by looking at this treasure!

Consequently, the soldiers guarding the area also showed signs of impatience.

"Damn it, why us of all days! Those guards in the royal city are probably going crazy with all the rewards from the Celestial Dragons!"

Some complained – at this annual gathering, the Celestial Dragons could easily unleash their cheap vanity. Once this vanity takes hold, it could even escalate into a competition to bestow treasures upon their guards. Every year at the Soap Bubble Festival, a few lucky individuals would strike it rich, even acquiring incredibly valuable Devil Fruits.

But now, they've been banished here to live among slaves. Clearly, no rewards or anything like that are coming their way!

"Let's keep quiet." Hearing his companion's words, another guard said nonchalantly, "These slaves have quite a bit of money on them... I've heard that some of those pirate slaves hide some treasure outside, thinking they can dig it up when they escape and regain their freedom."

He paused, a hint of amusement creeping onto the guard's face: "How about we take this opportunity to interrogate them? As long as no new wounds appear... Come to think of it, aside from female slaves, it shouldn't matter if there are any wounds on the other slaves, right?"

"What are you talking about? Is this so fun?"

"Ok?"

Hearing the unfamiliar voice, the two soldiers turned their heads with some curiosity—otherwise, they would have immediately become alert. Unfortunately, the security forces in the Holy Land of Mary Geoise were either protecting the Celestial Dragons who were out enjoying themselves with the people in the Sabaody Archipelago, or protecting the Celestial Dragons who were holding a celebration within the inner city of Mary Geoise.

And now, having just turned his head, he saw Sett's unfamiliar figure. Before the two Celestial Dragons could even ask a question, a tremendous force struck him from behind. Then, with a loud bang, the two heads collided like two eggs traveling at eighty kilometers per hour. In an instant, red and white fragments flew to the ground.

Happy Holidays!

Sett never shows mercy to accomplices like this—he hasn't had a proper fight in ages, focusing on his daily tasks. Now that he can finally go all out, why would he hesitate and hold back?

bump!!!

With a single kick, the heavy iron door shattered, and with a deafening roar, all the slaves inside instinctively turned their gazes toward the entrance. A hint of terror flickered in their eyes—before entering, they might have been great pirates or powerful gladiators. But after becoming slaves, they faced only the endless torture and humiliation inflicted by the Celestial Dragons.

The prolonged humiliation had made them forget their original glory. They were merely clinging to life, hoping that one day the Celestial Dragons would tire of them and expel them from the Holy Land of Mary Geoise.

And now—even though it's a grand festival, do the Celestial Dragons still want to indulge in sadism and pleasure?

Just then, a voice came from outside. With a hint of helplessness, Tiger said, "You were too rough... The key is on those guards. If they notice you coming in like this, it won't be good."

"What am I afraid of? I'm just afraid they won't notice!"

A ferocious grin curled at the corners of his mouth, his eyes burning with fanaticism: "Since we're here, let's have some fun! Let's get this party started!!!"

Sett was alright—because Sett had only recently risen to fame, and some slaves didn't even know him. But Tiger was different. As the leader of the Fishman Street on Fishman Island, Tiger was even a guest of honor of the Dragon Palace Fishman King. It could be said that every fishman recognized Tiger, this red-skinned snapper fishman!

Just like now, upon hearing a familiar voice, some murmurs with dull eyes instinctively opened their eyes and looked in the direction of the sound. After clearly seeing the familiar red skin and naturally curly black hair, an uncontrollable excitement rose in their eyes.

"Tiger! Boss Tiger! Brothers, it's Boss Tiger! Boss Tiger is here to save us!!!"

Upon hearing the fishman's words, the other fishmen widened their eyes in astonishment. Then, a burst of jubilation erupted.

Seeing this, without the slightest hesitation, Tiger took the key from the guard and quickly stepped forward to unlock the gate and remove the shackles from Nuli's body: "Don't make a sound! We're here to free you! Release everyone!!"

"OK!!"

Upon hearing Tiger's words, the fishmen standing nearby did not raise any objections.

The fish-men of Fish-Man Island may still harbor great hostility towards humans—including these fish-men themselves, who were initially hostile towards humans when they first arrived in the Holy Land of Mary Geoise as slaves. However, with the passage of time, they have long since become a community of shared destiny under the abuse of the Celestial Dragons.

Having survived to this day, they have long forgotten racial prejudices and become partners who help each other.

Sett stretched his shoulders and said, "No need for that."

As he spoke, Sett walked to one side of the cell. The black iron bars were made of cast alloy, and even without considering Armament Haki, they were stronger than the Black Raggedness created by Tina. The prison cells here were all connected together, and these iron bars were also integrally built into the walls.

Just like now, hands gripping the iron shrapnel, with a sudden burst of violence, a violent tearing motion. In an instant, rock shattered, and a row of iron shrapnel was forcibly pulled from the wall!

As Sett walked out of the cell in a daze, the first thing everyone saw was his burning eyes.

Then—"Ring ring ring! Ring ring ring!!!"

A piercing alarm suddenly sounded, causing Tiger to change color abruptly—this meant that the navy and the guards of the Holy Land of Mary Geoise would arrive here soon.

But Sett's face remained unchanged; in fact, accompanied by the jarring, frantic ringing of the bells, his expression became even more excited: "Great!! Everyone, get hyped!!!"

While Sett was simply anticipating the upcoming battle, Tiger picked up the torches hanging on the wall and shouted, "Set it on fire! Set everything in sight on fire! Distract the soldiers!!!"

In the chaos, everyone was in complete disarray. Only Sett remained unchanged, standing there with an imposing presence that seemed to emanate a visible aura. For some reason, after witnessing this scene, the previously panicked slaves seemed to have found their leader, and even their actions became somewhat more orderly!

But just then, suddenly, a golden light streaked across the sky—whoosh!

With a flash of light, a slender figure emerged from the brilliance.

Unleashing his Observation Haki, Sett spun around without hesitation and kicked out, his black leather shoe striking the incoming, light-speed kick squarely. The impact sent countless people flying.

"You bastard..." Emerging from the light, was Kizaru's ugly face: "Do you think this is a joke?"

203·The General is Coming

Looking at Sett in front of him, Kizaru's face was filled with an ugly expression.

The Holy Land of Mary Geoise has been attacked—something unseen for centuries! Especially now, during a major festival… Even if this matter is resolved peacefully, even without any casualties, the fact that Sett and his group entered Mary Geoise without invitation is enough to warrant a death sentence—the Celestial Dragons don't care whether you're right or wrong!!

"You came fast! I thought it would take at least ten minutes!"

Faced with Sett's words, Kizaru's face was full of seriousness: "Not only me, but Aokiji and Akainu also came—Vice Admiral Tsuru had already guessed that the Fishman Pirates had been diverting the Navy's attention to the outer perimeter. So he made arrangements for the defense of the Sabaody Archipelago in advance. I just didn't expect that you would participate in this as well... and, moreover, directly against the Holy Land Mary Geoise!!"

One has to admire the Navy's profound resources. Despite Tiger's nearly six months of planning, Vice Admiral Tsuru easily saw through his true intentions—unfortunately, Vice Admiral Tsuru misjudged one thing: the courage of Tiger and Sett.

I initially thought their attack was only targeting the Sabaody Archipelago, but unexpectedly, these giants directly attacked the Holy Land of Mary Geoise—

It's important to understand that the severity of an attack on the Sabaody Archipelago is worlds apart from that of an attack on the Holy Land of Mary Geoise!