I collect everything in the One Piece world.

Screams rang out along with the sound of an explosion. The fishmen were like rag dolls struck by a heavy hammer, crashing heavily into the ruins, their fate unknown.

"It seems you still haven't grasped the situation." Mosen's voice remained calm, yet carried a chilling undertone.

He had no interest in uttering any more nonsense. The best way to deal with these merfolk, whose arrogance was ingrained in their very bones, was to shut them up completely—the simplest and most brutal method.

Mo Sen bent down slightly and gently placed his right palm on the still intact floor tiles.

"Erosion of Reincarnation!"

An invisible wave carrying an extremely dry aura instantly spread out silently and rapidly from the center of his palm!

Wherever the ripples passed, the earth groaned and trembled.

Whether it's solid stone slabs or scattered brick fragments, everything that comes into contact with this fluctuation is instantly weathered into sand and gravel!

"Swish..."

Amidst the teeth-grinding, minute friction sounds, the ground within a radius of tens of meters centered on Mosen, along with the building ruins on it, turned into a flowing sea of ​​sand, and the area of ​​sandification continued to spread outwards!

"What's going on?! The ground is moving!"

"Sand! It's all sand!"

"My foot is stuck!"

The surviving fish were horrified to find that the ground beneath their feet had suddenly "come alive" and turned into a quicksand trap!

No matter how much they struggled or exerted themselves, the dry sand seemed to come alive, wrapping itself around their legs, waists, and arms...

"Ugh! Let me go!"

"Brother Long! Help..."

The terrified screams abruptly ceased. In just a few breaths, apart from Ah Long, who was a little further away and stronger, and was still desperately trying to escape the sandification zone by kicking the ground, all the other fishmen who could still stand were firmly imprisoned and swallowed by the flowing yellow sand. Only their heads were left above the sand surface, like radishes planted in the sand, unable to move, and even their voices were blocked by the constantly surging sand.

Alon's eyes were bloodshot as he struggled frantically, trying to rush towards Mosen and die together, or jump into the nearby waterway and swim into the sea to escape.

Unfortunately, the constantly shifting sand beneath his feet made it difficult for him to move, and every step required a great deal of effort.

So he wasn't much better than his companions; he struggled for a few more seconds before being firmly trapped in the sand, unable to move at all.

Just then, the adventure team's ship finally docked.

Nami, Baccarat, and Robin also jumped off the ship.

The once magnificent and terrifying Dragon Park has now been mostly reduced to a flat expanse of sand.

In the center of the sand, Mosen stood there with a smile, while around him, a ring of merfolk heads protruded from the sand, their expressions terrified, like prisoners awaiting trial.

"Done." Mosen gave Nami and the other two who ran over with a relaxed smile, as if he had just casually cleaned up some trash.

Nami, witnessing this scene, felt a strong sense of unreality.

Those powerful, ferocious, and arrogant merman demons in her mind were like chickens and dogs in front of Mosen. They were completely crushed and imprisoned in less than two minutes, like lambs to the slaughter.

This strength, this composure, made her realize once again just how powerful she, as the captain, truly was.

Just then, Arlong, whose body was mostly trapped in the sand and only his head was sticking out, also saw Nami running towards him.

He was taken aback at first, then a sudden realization and resentment, along with a hint of fury at being fooled, flashed in his bloodshot fish eyes.

"It's you! Nami! So it was you who brought this guy here!" Arlong's voice was muffled by his swollen cheeks and missing teeth, but the hatred in it was crystal clear.

"If only I had known... if only I had known, I should have put you with that..."

"Oh!"

Before he could finish his vicious curse, a fist covered in Armament Haki slammed into his other, still-intact face.

"Watch your mouth, you piece of trash." Mo Sen's eyes were like knives, and his tone was chilling.

This punch wasn't as hard as the previous one, but it still made Ah Long dizzy. His remaining teeth loosened and fell out again, his mouth was full of blood, and he could only make a "hoarse" sound as he breathed out.

When Nami heard Arlong's unfinished sentence, her eyes welled up with uncontrollable anger, hatred, and deep-seated pain.

She knew exactly what Ah Long wanted to say: "I should have killed you and that bitch Bellemere together!"

It was because of Aaron that Bellemere was killed; she has never forgotten this hatred and this pain.

"You bastard!!!" Nami screamed, unable to control herself any longer, and rushed forward, punching Arlong's swollen face with all her might.

Ah Long's head tilted to the side after being hit by that "weak" fist, but he felt more humiliation than pain.

He wanted to roar, to tear this traitor apart, but Morsen had already manipulated the sand to seal his and all the fishmen's mouths, leaving them only able to groan.

"Captain, how are we going to cook these guys?" Bakara walked over to Mosen, looking with interest at the row of "fish heads" in front of her.

"Cut them into a hundred pieces and throw them into the sea to feed the fish, so they can 'return to the ocean'? Or is there a more interesting idea?"

As she spoke, she made use of the trash, taking away the few remaining good fortunes of the fishmen.

Perhaps because her luck had been instantly taken away, as soon as Bakala finished speaking, a fishman whose mouth was sealed suddenly began to convulse violently, his face quickly turned purplish-blue, his eyes widened, and then his head tilted to the side.

He actually suffocated to death because of the blood clots and fragments of internal organs that he had swallowed!

Morsen ignored the minor incident and simply looked at Nami. Regarding how to deal with the fish-men, he respected Nami's opinion more; after all, this was her hatred, her homeland.

Nami gasped for breath, her chest heaving violently. Looking at the fish-men who had brought her and her village endless suffering, and seeing the fear, pleading, and resentment in their eyes, she fell silent.

Images from the past flashed through my mind: Bellemere's warm smile, the villagers' numbness and despair, drawing sea charts alone in the dead of night, counting the pelies I could never collect...

A moment later, she raised her head, the intense emotions in her eyes slowly settling into a cold resolve: "I don't want their blood to taint the land of Cocoyasi Village."

Mosen nodded knowingly. He understood what Nami meant.

“As you wish,” Morsen said softly.

He raised his hand again, aiming at the row of fishmen on the sand whose mouths were sealed and only their heads were showing, as well as Arlong who was still struggling in vain.

The Sand-Sand Fruit power is activated!

This time, it's not about creating quicksand, but about the purest form of "absorption"!

"Waaaaah!"

All the fishmen, including Arlong, trembled and convulsed violently! They could clearly feel that the water in their bodies was being frantically drained away by an incomparably domineering force!

Their skin lost its luster at a visible rate, becoming ashen and dry, clinging to their bones; their muscles began to atrophy, and their eyeballs sunken in...

This process was slower and more meticulous than dealing with Colonel Rat, in order to allow them to feel it more clearly.

A few seconds later, only a row of fish-man "mummies" of various shapes, but all twisted and shriveled, remained on the sand.

They remained in the posture of their final struggle before death, their skin like weathered tree bark, their mouths wide open but unable to utter a sound.

As expected of the leader, even after turning into "dried fish," he was still much larger than the other fishmen. However, his hideous and ugly appearance became even more comical and terrifying after being dried.

The Arlong Pirates, who had dominated Cocoyasi Village for many years, enslaving the villagers and acting like tyrants in the East Blue, were completely wiped out, their sinful lives ending in an extremely dry manner.

The sea breeze blew, stirring up fine dust from the sand and bringing with it the faint sounds of people in the distance.

Many figures gradually appeared at the edge of the dock and ruins.

They were villagers from Cocoyasi Village, drawn by the deafening artillery fire and sounds of battle, yet too afraid to approach.

Only after the commotion subsided did they cautiously approach to investigate, led by a few bolder villagers.

When they saw the Dragon Park, once a symbol of fear and oppression, turned into ruins and sand, when they saw the ferocious fishmen turned into a pile of dried corpses, and when they saw the strangers standing in the middle of the ruins, and that familiar figure, their eyes widened.

"Nami?! It's Nami!" A girl with short blue hair exclaimed first, covering her mouth in disbelief, tears welling up in her eyes instantly.

Nami turned around and saw those familiar yet unfamiliar faces, Nojiko with tears streaming down her face, and Ken with a complicated expression in the crowd.

"Nojiko, and everyone else..."

Nami's eyes involuntarily reddened, and large tears slid down her cheeks, but the corners of her mouth slowly turned up.

She knew it was over; the nightmare was finally over.

Chapter 85, Bounty for All (3,000 words)

[East Sea, Frostmoon Village, Isshin Dojo.]

Inside the training ground, many children, dressed in uniform, were practicing with wooden swords in a meticulous manner.

Inside the adjacent Japanese-style room, a man with long black hair styled in a ponytail was holding a teacup, a gentle smile on his face.

The steam from the teacup rose slowly, leaving a layer of fog on his round-framed glasses.

Across from them, a woman wearing brown sunglasses and sporting a purple bob haircut was saying something.

Her attire was revealing and daring, and a slender cigarette dangled from her bright red lips, white smoke curling upwards.

Cocoa West Village.

Sunlight filters through the dense leaves of the orange grove, casting dappled patterns of light.

The air is filled with the fresh scent of oranges and the salty smell of the sea breeze, blending together to create a comforting, homely atmosphere.

Two days later, the remaining ruins of Evil Dragon Park had been almost completely cleared away by the villagers under Mr. Jian's organization.

Overall, it didn't take much effort, because under Morsen's sand-shaking ability, most of the ruins and the ground turned into sand, with only a few ruins on the edges remaining.

After all the scattered stones were cleared away, there was a fine and soft sandy beach. Many children had made it their base and often played there.

With Mosen's help, the shadow that had shrouded the village for years finally dissipated. Although the pain and loss would take time to heal, hope and the vitality of new life had returned to this land.

Laughter and chatter could be heard from the cabins in the Belleme Orange Orchard from time to time.

Inside the room, Nami was sitting in a chair, and next to her, Dr. Nak, with his white hair, was carefully drawing a pattern on her arm, meticulously covering up the tattoo that represented the Arlong Pirates.

Nami watched intently, a smile of relief and anticipation playing on her lips. She wanted to completely erase the marks of the past and cover them with a new design.

The windmill represents Cocoa West Village, and the orange represents Bellemere; the lines are simple and smooth, giving it a unique charm.

Bakura and Robin sat opposite her, enjoying the freshly squeezed orange juice that Nojiko had prepared for them while looking at Nami's tattoo design with great interest.

“These look so pretty, I want to get one too. What do you think of a little flower? Do you want to get one too?” Bakala rested her chin on her hand, her big eyes sparkling, seemingly very interested in tattoos.

Robin took an elegant sip of her juice and smiled, "I don't have any particular ideas. But if you're interested, I can help you with the design and meaning of the pattern."

She reads a lot of books and has some knowledge of the history and culture of tattoos. If Bakara needs help, she can offer advice.

"Really? That's great!" Bakala immediately perked up and began searching through a colorful tattoo design book that she had somehow acquired.

Mosen didn't participate in the discussion. He simply lay comfortably on an old rattan rocking chair next to him, holding a freshly peeled orange in his hand, putting the segments into his mouth one by one, his eyes half-closed in enjoyment.