I collect everything in the One Piece world.

Rayleigh leaned against the stone wall, holding an empty wine jug in his hand, calmly watching the slaves pour out like a flood and flee in panic toward every possible exit.

According to the agreement he had made with that kid Mosen, his task was just in case; if everything went smoothly, he wouldn't have to do anything at all.

"Things are going even better than expected..." Rayleigh clicked his tongue, watching the slaves scramble to push open the warehouse doors and escape.

Mosen's plan was so bold as to be almost insane, but it was executed simply, efficiently, precisely, and ruthlessly. He completed this "just in case" task with almost no effort.

"Alright, although I won't be of any use, I'll stay a little longer..." Rayleigh straightened up, dusted off his pants, and prepared to get closer to watch the show and, incidentally, help Morsen keep things under control for a while longer.

However, when Rayleigh saw the masked figure in the direction of the auction hall's dome through the passage connecting the warehouse to the outside, his expression suddenly changed.

Something is wrong!

Although the distance was far and the light was dim, his eyesight and Observation Haki allowed him to clearly sense that the figure sitting behind the spotlight stand was acting strangely.

He was too "quiet," lacking the subtle fluctuations of a living person's life force, the rhythm of his heartbeat and breathing caused by tension or excitement, like... a carefully arranged doll.

Thinking about this, and then about the bomb stickers that had been placed under those seats in advance, a bold but very reasonable idea flashed into Rayleigh's mind.

"Phew~ This kid is really crazy!" Rayleigh muttered under his breath, but there was little blame in his tone. Instead, there was a complex feeling of "new talents emerge in every generation".

Having seen through Mosen's plan, he changed his mind and, without hesitation, sped off in a direction far away from Mangrove Tree No. 1.

As he passed a few young slaves who were looking lost at a crossroads, he casually pointed out the way to them.

Meanwhile, inside the auction hall.

Disco scrambled down to the stage and, with all his might, shouted towards the dome:

"Release them! Release them all! All the slaves in the warehouse have been released! Not a single one has been left! Please don't act rashly!"

Supreme Lord Roswald, suppressing overwhelming humiliation and murderous intent, attempted to regain a sliver of the initiative by using the tone of "forgiveness" he perceived from "God" towards "ants":

“Those lowly ants have all been released as you requested. Now, I’ll give you two minutes to leave.”

"No one will stop you in the next two minutes. This is... my mercy."

His heart bled when he uttered the word "mercy," it was the greatest humiliation of his life.

The leader of the black-clad guards beside him immediately chimed in, his tone almost pleading: "Yes, yes, yes! You go quickly! We promise we won't chase you! You go now!"

As he spoke, he was also cursing the navy in his mind. It's been so long, why hasn't the admiral arrived yet?! What if something really happens to the three of them if they don't come soon!

Listening to Roswald Saint, who was clearly terrified of death but still forced himself to put on a ridiculous act of "charity," Mosen made no attempt to hide his sarcasm, saying, "If you're afraid of death, just admit it. What are you pretending for?"

"Speaking of which, haven't you always called yourselves 'descendants of God,' high and mighty? What? The descendants of God are afraid of mere bombs? They beg for mercy from mortals?"

This blatant mockery was like a slap in the face, striking Roswald Saint's face, which was already contorted with fear and anger.

His face, hidden under the bubble hood, had turned a deep purplish-red with anger, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

However, Morsen's sharp tongue did not stop; instead, it intensified, like the sharpest scalpel, peeling away layer by layer the hypocritical and ugly essence of the Celestial Dragons:

"Tsk tsk tsk, mentally challenged and ugly, greedy and cowardly, arrogant to the core, yet lacking any composure or strength to match it."

"They're clearly just a bunch of beasts in human skin, devoid of any humanity, yet they shamelessly call themselves 'gods'?"

"Tsk! I think you should just change your name to 'Sky Pig People'... Oh, no, that's an insult to pigs. At least pigs can contribute some meat. What use are you besides causing suffering and producing excrement?"

Chapter 24, The Big Bang!

Hearing this extremely insulting remark, which reduced the Celestial Dragons to the dirt and even said they were worse than livestock, he was deeply moved.

All the surviving guests were stunned, their mouths agape, momentarily forgetting even their fear.

That's a really harsh statement, but it's true that saying it isn't entirely accurate; that's just how Celestial Dragons are.

Saint Charles and Princess Charlos trembled with rage, tears streaming down their faces, mixed with snot from fear. Their eyes held not only the terror of death but also resentment and humiliation.

Roswald clenched his teeth so tightly that blood seeped from his gums, and his eyes behind his sunglasses were bloodshot, his surging killing intent almost tangible!

He had already mentally tortured Mo Sen a thousand times over with the cruelest methods!

We must catch him! We must make him wish he were dead!

Just as Roswald was filled with resentment and fantasizing about how to take revenge, that damned voice rang out again.

"Alright, it's almost time. Thank you all for your cooperation tonight."

"By the way, a friendly reminder: if you have the chance to be a human in your next life, remember to be a good person. Don't be something worse than an animal, or you'll die a terrible death."

The moment the words left his mouth, the atmosphere in the auction hall froze.

The expressions on everyone's faces froze.

What? The next life? What does he mean?!

Meanwhile, at the edge of Mangrove No. 1, in an abandoned wooden house.

Mosen was looking at the image projected by the Den Den Mushi in front of him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He wasn't actually in the auction house from the beginning. The "Black Cat Detective" figure on the auction house and the bomb under the seat were all things he had arranged a few days in advance.

He was initially quite cautious and even questioned people about relevant information, but when he arrived, he found that it was completely unnecessary.

Because of its long-standing aloof status, no one dares to cause trouble under normal circumstances, so the human auction house is usually not on guard.

The fact that they only tightened security after the auction was about to take place was already the greatest respect they could show to Mosen.

However, they did not expect that Mo Sen would not need to go in that day at all, but only need to activate the methods reserved in advance according to the plan.

This is also why he is still staying in Mangrove Tree No. 1, because according to his current Devil Fruit ability, he cannot be too far away from the stickers that have been placed, otherwise he will not be able to control and activate them.

In the human auction house.

As Mosen finished speaking, Rozwade Saint's mind went blank with a "buzz," and he couldn't even understand the meaning of the sentence at first.

Charlulia Palace and Saint Charles were completely terrified, their mouths agape but unable to utter a sound.

No! The slave has already been released! Shouldn't he have run away?!

What is he trying to do?! Isn't he up there himself?! Isn't he afraid of dying?!

Undoubtedly, fear instantly consumed everyone's reason.

"not good!!!"

The leader of the black-clad guards was the first to react, feeling a chill rush straight to the top of his head!

He no longer cared about the death-defying beeping sound, roared, and used the fastest speed he had ever used to unleash "Shave," his figure transforming into a blurry black line as he shot towards the blurry figure on the dome!

Damn it! He has to catch that madman! He has to stop him!

Unfortunately, although he was fast, the explosion was even faster!

When he broke through the spotlight and grabbed the "figure," he only felt light fabric and stuffing, as well as a Den Den Mushi (snail phone) with its eyes open, strapped to the mannequin's shoulder.

The comical cow-cat mask on the mannequin's face reflected a cold light under the lamp, as if mocking him.

"Fake?! He's not even here!" The guard leader's eyes widened in horror, his heart turning ice-cold.

There was no time for him to think, no time for him to be angry, and not even time for him to feel despair.

The next second, BOOM!!!

A blinding red light suddenly erupted from the location of the Celestial Dragon!

Moreover, it wasn't just the area where the Celestial Dragons were located; the entire auction house was like boiling water, with countless flames shooting into the sky!

Walls, floors, ceilings, expensive and ornate chandeliers, exquisitely crafted chairs, a terrified crowd...

Everything in sight was instantly devoured and torn apart by the intensely bright orange-red light!

The enormous auction house transformed into a massive mushroom cloud filled with countless fragments and flames amidst a deafening roar.

Flames shot into the sky, and a terrifying shockwave, like an invisible tsunami, swept across several kilometers in an instant, overturning all nearby buildings and even blowing people further away to their sides!

Half of the Sabaody Archipelago was illuminated by the sudden burst of firelight, and many people thought they were seeing things, otherwise how could they see two suns in the sky?

In the third mangrove area, Rayleigh, who had already run a long enough distance, stopped and turned around to look at the mushroom cloud that was still expanding and burning in the distance and the sky that was being turned red. He fell silent for a moment.

A moment later, he took off his glasses, wiped the dust off with the corner of his clothes, put them back on, shook his head, and muttered to himself.

"Young people these days are really bold and daring! This is a gift that the world government will be able to digest for quite some time."

Then, he took one last look at the sinful land, now a fiery ruin, and quickly turned and left.

Meanwhile, above the clouds over the Sabaody Archipelago.

A golden light quickly condensed and stretched, transforming into a tall man wearing a naval admiral's cloak of justice, a yellow and white striped suit, brown sunglasses, and an expression that always carried a hint of playfulness.

It was none other than Admiral "Kizaru" Borsalino of the Marine Headquarters.

At this moment, he was looking down at the No. 1 mangrove area, which was still burning and collapsing and emitting thick smoke not far away, and his eyes behind his sunglasses flickered slightly.

"Oh dear... we're still a step too late. This is really a huge problem!"

He dragged out his words, his voice still slow and leisurely, as if he could never muster any energy.

He didn't immediately descend to investigate because he knew very well that to accomplish an assassination and create such a large-scale explosion in such a short time, the other party either had extremely special abilities and a meticulous plan, or they had powerful means of support and retreat.

Going down now, besides cleaning up the mess and taking the blame, it's probably difficult to catch that cunning "black cat" immediately.

More importantly, his effort to come here is an attitude in itself, and that's enough for him. After all, there are some troubles, and even as a naval admiral, he doesn't want to get involved immediately.

"Never mind~ Anyway, the Celestial Dragons are already... Since things have come to this, I might as well make a call first~" Kizaru shrugged and took out a Den Den Mushi from his pocket.

"Moshi moshi..."

Chapter 25, Shocking News That Shakes the World: Morsen Embarks on Another Journey

In the Chambord tourist area, the woman in the antique shop, like everyone else, was drawn to the sudden flash of light and the loud explosion.

People around were discussing what had happened, and a hint of curiosity flashed in the woman's eyes as well.

However, seeing the golden light flashing across the sky and the large numbers of naval forces mobilizing around her, she lowered her hat and quietly left the coffee shop.

The sea was calm, and the sun shone warmly.

In the first half of the Grand Line, a large passenger ship is steadily cutting through the waves.

Several small frigates maintained a guard formation around the ship, providing basic security for the journey.

At the front of the deck, Mosen was lounging comfortably in a beach chair.