The Great Voyage Begins with the Celestial Dragons

Beckman frowned slightly; this was the only explanation he could think of.

According to the plan, the responsibility for destroying the country should have fallen to the Red-Haired Pirates.

Now Gordon has taken the blame for everything, and it makes no difference to them.

Only Uta's current situation is causing them some concern.

"I don't know. It's a good thing that he was recruited by the World Government and doesn't know about Uta's relationship with the Song Demon King," Shanks sighed.

At that moment, he couldn't help but feel fortunate.

Fortunately, they took the ancient musical score before they left; otherwise, given the World Government's methods, they would surely have discovered the matter of the Demon King of Song.

Now, it would be difficult for Uta to arouse the Demon King of Song.

He didn't believe that Uta could control the Demon King of Song; it was already quite impressive that he had lasted so long before.

With his Observation Haki and Conqueror's Haki, although he couldn't stop the Demon King of Song, he did leave when Uta's mental state was almost at its limit.

When they left Eregia, they didn't see any other ships besides that merchant ship.

Furthermore, there is not much power in the entire East Sea that can stop the Demon King of Song.

In this situation, once Uta has exhausted his energy, the Demon King of Song will be automatically sealed in the world of Song Song, and the matter will be resolved.

This was their original plan, but they didn't expect the World Government to make Uta a CP0 member.

"What should we do now? Go find Uta?" Beckman couldn't help but ask.

"Let's wait until this is over. We have more important things to do now."

Shanks rubbed his temples, deciding to focus on the immediate task at hand.

He learned through some channels that CP9 in the East Blue had discovered a special fruit.

He was determined to get this special fruit.

Its importance was such that it could almost embody the dreams of everyone in Roger's pirate crew; he couldn't possibly miss it.

He will choose to take it if necessary.

"Alright, you're the captain, so you call the shots."

Seeing the determination on Shanks' face, Beckman said nothing more.

If it were him, he would definitely go to Uta and ask her for clarification.

However, he believed that Shanks had his reasons for doing so, and he just needed to believe it.

......

Sunlight streamed down over the ruins of Eregia, bathing them in golden light.

Uta stood there, her white dress fluttering in the wind, a faint smile on her face.

The image of that former pirate girl seems to have been completely forgotten.

Now she is more like a noblewoman, like a newly blossoming flower, full of elegance and dignity.

Her eyes revealed a firmness and expectation, as if she were telling the world:

The old Uta is dead; the new her will be a completely new person.

Luther, who was walking over, looked at her and raised an eyebrow slightly.

He knew all too well that the person in front of him was far from being as calm as he appeared.

However, he was used to it. He had raised quite a few kids, including all sorts of yandere girls and avengers.

Strictly speaking, children who are able to have both parents alive and grow up normally are extremely rare in the world of One Piece.

"Luther, he made his choice..."

Uta stared at Luther, a complex melancholy in her eyes.

In the ruins of Eregia, she waited for days, hoping for an outcome that might never come.

Shanks seems to have really made up his mind to leave her behind.

"That fruit is very important; it embodies his dream as a pirate. You shouldn't compare it to that."

Luther approached, looking at her intently, and spoke very bluntly.

A flash of anger crossed Uta's eyes. She bit her lower lip, her voice trembling:

"I am not as valuable as his life, nor as valuable as his dreams. So what am I in his eyes?"

The self-deprecating smile on her face seemed unable to conceal the despair in her heart.

Looking into her eyes, Luther seemed to see into the deepest wounds in her heart. He slowly walked to her side and gently stroked her hair.

"Uta, that's his choice, not your future. Your future is in your own hands, not determined by the choices of others."

"Yes, I am in charge of my own future, I belong only to myself!"

Uta's eyes were cold, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips:

"Since he cares so much about that fruit, he'll never get it!"

"Luther... help me!"

Uta knew she couldn't stop Shanks, so she turned to Luther with a pleading yet infatuated look.

Luther looked at Uta with a complicated expression; Uta's change was somewhat unexpected.

After Shanks' departure, Uta's heart was deeply wounded. The once sunny and lively girl was gone, replaced by a morbid, yandere, and hateful person. She was filled with hatred for Shanks' abandonment, and this hatred turned her sunny and cheerful expression dark and twisted.

His appearance and rescue made him occupy a very important place in Uta's heart.

But in this position, it is not wholehearted trust, but rather a pathological dependence.

Luther could clearly sense that Uta thought he could do anything and therefore wanted to rely on him in every way.

If he can truly make Uta feel safe, then in the end, Uta will see him as her only one.

However, if there is any deviation along the way, extreme Uta could very well cause huge problems.

Having reached this point in his thoughts, Luther stopped thinking about it.

In his view, the subsequent problems simply do not exist.

If he fails to meet Uta's expectations, it only proves that he himself is incompetent and deserves the consequences.

The schemer would get himself into trouble; he wouldn't be that foolish...

Looking at Uta, Luther's lips curled into a subtle smile:

"Since you want to cause trouble, I'll go with you. I don't want him to have it easy either."

"Thank you, Luther!"

Upon hearing these words, Uta's lips curved into a smile, her eyes crinkling into crescent shapes. She slowly leaned against Luther, greedily inhaling his scent, her face filled with ecstasy.

Their eyes met, each concealing their own calculations and desires, leaving only seemingly pure smiles.

This is a dangerous game. Both of them know that the slightest mistake could lead to total defeat, but they also believe that they can make it to the end together.

Chapter 276 Robbery and Obstruction

The East Sea, a sea area not far from the Goa Kingdom.

Rainy days at sea are both desolate and magnificent. Under a gray sky, the wind howls and the waves roll. Raindrops pierce the sea like sharp arrows, creating ripples in concentric circles.

The Red Fosse drifted on this turbulent sea.

The sails were taut in the wind, and the hull tossed and turned in the waves, sometimes caught in their embrace, sometimes free. It seemed to be swept away by natural disaster and on the verge of collapse, yet it stood firm on the sea, impervious to the waves.

Not far away, a ship flying the World Government flag was on the verge of sinking.

The World Government logo appeared particularly pale in the wind and rain, like a sorrowful painting.

The ship was severely damaged, listing at an increasingly steep angle, with seawater constantly pouring in. The knife marks and flames on the hull shimmered with a mournful light in the wind and rain.

The people on board were in chaos and despair. Some were urgently sending out distress signals, some were desperately repairing the hull, and some sat silently by, their eyes revealing helplessness and sorrow in the face of their fate.

In the midst of a storm, on a ship about to sink to the bottom of the sea, two people stand facing each other, the sea wind cutting their faces like knives, and rain splattering down.

CP9 Foz-Foe, his body covered in wounds and breathing rapidly, his eyes filled with anger and resentment, knelt on the slippery deck.

"Shanks!!!"

He roared, his voice filled with hatred and despair.

Shanks, on the other hand, was completely unharmed, his eyes gleaming with mockery and confidence.

The box he was carrying contained the Devil Fruit that the CP9 organization had gone to great lengths to protect.

"Don't force yourself anymore. I'll take what you're escorting."

Shanks spoke casually, as if everything was under his control.

He chuckled twice, even showing off the box in his hand to Foz, before turning around and walking gracefully toward the Red Fosse in the distance.

Foz's face turned deathly pale. His fists clenched, and his body trembled. He knew that he was no longer able to catch up with Shanks, and the loss of that Devil Fruit would become his eternal shame.

On the stormy sea, Shanks' figure gradually disappeared into the distant rain, leaving only the howling sea wind and the crashing waves.

Foz stood alone on the deck, gazing in the direction Shanks had gone, his heart filled with a raging storm of hatred.

He knew all too well that this defeat meant he was finished!

The World Government will absolutely not allow a defeated CP9 to live...

"Damn it, my talent is no worse than that bastard Lucci's, so why doesn't any prince appreciate me?"

When asked about Rob Lucci, who was once a member of CP9 but became a member of CP0 simply because he followed that prince, Foz's tone was filled with jealousy.

In the wind and rain, the Red Fosse slowly sailed away, leaving Fosse behind, facing the unknown future.

On the Red Fosse.

Shanks stared at the purple Devil Fruit with spiral patterns in the box, a hint of fervor in his eyes.

Recently, a rumor has been circulating in the world that the legendary ancient weapon is three mythical beast fruits.

Shanks doesn't know where this claim comes from, and it completely contradicts his experience on Roger's pirate crew.