The natural system started off strong, but the navy finally reached its peak!

He felt his domineering aura being forcibly crushed and shattered by the opponent's even more terrifying mass and will!

The feeling was like a small boat crashing head-on into a massive tsunami, feeling small and powerless!

This man is even stronger than he was back then!

Back then, I could resist some of my Conqueror's Haki, but now...

Gern didn't even make any further movements; he just stood there quietly.

However, the Conqueror's Haki emanating from his body was like a rising sea level, squeezing and devouring Barrett's territory inch by inch.

The dark purple lightning was almost entirely suppressed back to a one-meter radius around Barrett, and it was still shrinking!

For a moment, Barrett's body trembled slightly, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He tried his best to resist, but he still couldn't stop the terrifying pressure that felt like the entire sky was collapsing!

This is a pure, unadorned absolute crushing of quantity and quality!

Gern looked at Barrett, who was struggling to stay afloat, and spoke slowly, his voice calm yet carrying a soul-stirring authority.

"Now, do you see clearly, Barrett?"

“I saw it clearly…” Barrett gritted his teeth and forced out the words.

Although suppressed, the wild fighting spirit in his eyes burned even brighter.

"So, now you're just trying to show me your 'power'?!"

“No.” Gern took a step forward.

As he took that step, his already terrifying Conqueror's Haki surged even more!

Barrett's last remaining domineering aura was completely shattered!

He groaned, his tall body swaying violently. Although he didn't fall due to his strong physique, he was already kneeling on one knee.

Crush them!

A complete and utter crushing defeat!

"I'm here to tell you whose orders you should obey from now on."

Gern walked up to Barrett, the two of them very close.

He calmly observed the shock and resentment churning in the other person's eyes, and said indifferently.

"Welcome out of the cage, my 'devil'..."

"Douglas Barrett."

Chapter 250 The Justice of the Evil

After releasing Barrett, Gern knew that this guy didn't like wearing a navy uniform at all.

So the scar he originally had as Soldier Number Nine in the Warring States was completely covered, and the word "Demon" was burned onto it with hot tongs from Impel Down.

"A demon?" Barrett looked at the inscription on his left shoulder and chuckled coldly. "I thought it would be the name of the devil!"

"Because I need you to carry out demonic justice like a demon." Gern calmly put down the fire tongs.

"The justice of demons?" Barrett was clearly interested, while Gern's lips curled up slightly.

Barrett's "Justice of the Devil" is an extreme, ultimate order based on pure power, where the strong prey on the weak.

He joined the Navy not to protect, but to conquer; not for justice, but to prove that he was the strongest.

The concept of justice that Guern bestowed upon Barrett completely stripped away morality, compassion, and procedure.

He believed that the only truth in the world was that the strong prey on the weak.

Therefore, Barrett will not be arrested or tried.

His mission objective was singular: to annihilate them completely.

He also believed that the Navy's "justice" existed only because it (Gern) possessed the strongest power.

“You’re much more interesting than Roger, Gern.”

..........

On the deck of the warship leaving Impel Down, Gern looked at the towering structure beside him.

Barrett, who still exuded a fierce aura that kept strangers at bay, said, "Barrett, there's something I need you to do first."

Barrett turned his head, glancing at Gern with a hint of annoyance at being interrupted and a natural provocation.

"You just got me out, and you can't wait to order me around?"

Gern dismissed his attitude and directly issued an order: "I need to be at headquarters for a few days because of the official awarding ceremony for my promotion to general."

However, the New World Front cannot be without top-tier combat power for an extended period of time.

Currently, Tori Tomoma (Boa Hancock) is mainly responsible for containing the Whitebeard Pirates.

At this point, Guern paused, his gaze sharpening as he looked at Barrett.

"Although she is quite strong, the pressure is still too great for her to face the 'world's strongest man' and his captains alone."

Although I initiated another battle with Whitebeard before leaving...

However, Marco, the captain of the first division on their ship, has very strong healing abilities.

"Whitebeard's injuries have probably healed quite well; he might make a move."

Upon hearing the name "Whitebeard," the lazy, menacing glint in Barrett's eyes instantly turned blazing, like a shark that had caught the scent of blood.

Edward Newgate, following Roger, is a name that symbolizes an era, a target that ignites his boundless fighting spirit.

“So…” Gern continued, “I need you to set off immediately and get to the front lines at the New World Navy’s G-10 base as quickly as possible.”

Furthermore, your task is not to initiate a full-scale war, but to 'defend' the territory.

"Stationed?" Barrett grinned, revealing a sinister smile.

"Does that mean I can't attack unless they attack me?"

“That’s right,” Gern affirmed. “Your very existence is the strongest deterrent.”

Whitebeard is well aware of your strength.

As long as you don't lose your mind and use the power of that fusion fruit, relying solely on your Haki and physical skills...

The Whitebeard Pirates would never easily launch an attack on the defensive line you are guarding without absolute certainty of success.

"Wait a minute!" Barrett clearly only noticed one thing, "Is my Devil Fruit development really that bad?"

"Hmm..." Faced with this question, Gern pursed his lips and said, "What do you think?"

Barrett: "..."

"In short, what the Whitebeard Pirates need now is a stable territory, not to fight to the death with a 'descendant of a devil'."

Gurn's words accurately captured the psychology of both parties.

Barrett's fearsome reputation and strength are undeniable, enough to make any opponent take him seriously.

Whitebeard now values ​​the safety of his family and the stability of his territory more, and he will not easily take risks without a chance of success.

"Hmph, boring." Barrett snorted, clearly dissatisfied with the passive task of "stationing," but he also understood that it was the safest strategy at the moment.

After all, he was facing Whitebeard, the strongest warrior after Roger, not a white carrot.

Besides, being able to go to the front lines where the strongest man is located...

The very fact that it means there could be fierce battles at any moment makes it much more interesting than staying in the boring Naval Headquarters.

"I will arrange for the fastest warship to take you there," Gern concluded.

"Remember, stabilizing the situation is the top priority."

Don't cause any unmanageable trouble before I get back.

"Tch." Barrett spat dismissively, but did not refute.

Although Gern's absolute domineering dominance had left him extremely resentful, it also temporarily made him acknowledge that the other party had the right to give orders.

At least until he finds an opportunity to defeat Gern.

“Oh, right,” Gern added as if suddenly remembering something, “Once we get there, we’ll be under Toritoma’s overall command for the time being. She’s the supreme commander there.”

"A woman?" Barrett's brows furrowed deeply, and his aura became increasingly volatile.

Making him obey a woman's orders makes him more unhappy than having him stationed at a military post.

Gern merely glanced at him indifferently, without saying a word, but the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

This is an order.

Barrett and Gern stared at each other for a few seconds before Barrett angrily turned his head away, which was taken as tacit agreement.

"If you run into any blind pirates on the road, do whatever you want with them. Consider it a long-awaited warm-up."

"Only pirates?" Barrett suddenly turned around, a bloodthirsty glint of amusement flashing in his crimson eyes.

Upon hearing this, Gern's lips slowly curved into a cold smile.

"Is there any difference between a World Government ship and a 'pirate'?"

Barrett grinned, revealing a sinister yet knowing smile, and asked no more questions.

Soon, a high-speed warship broke away from the formation, carrying the "Devil's Descendant" Douglas Barrett, who was eager to head to a new battlefield.

Like an arrow released from a bow, it sped off towards the turbulent new world.

Watching Barrett leave, Gern stood on the deck of the main ship, gazing intently at the departing warship.

Throwing the Barrett weapon first would be enough to deter the restless monsters and demons of the New World, and would also relieve the pressure on Boa Hancock to the greatest extent.

As for whether Barrett will fully obey orders...

Gern wasn't worried. As long as he possessed absolute power, Barrett, that ferocious beast, would never escape his control.

Now, he needs to go to Marineford to accept the "expensive" position of general before going to the New World to take control of his "catastrophe" authority.

Chapter 251 Kuzan's Laziness

The training grounds at Marineford Naval Headquarters remained bustling, a mix of sweat and shouts, brimming with youthful energy and a sense of power.

A year and a half after leaving the Zephyr family, Gern stepped into this place again. His gaze swept casually across the area, but then lingered on a corner.

There, Kuzan was lounging lazily against a pillar, arms crossed, his eye mask pushed up to his forehead, as if he were sunbathing, or perhaps just daydreaming.

This is a stark contrast to the sharpness and occasional fervor he displayed during that fierce battle a year and a half ago.

Today, Kuzan exudes an aloofness and weariness that comes from the depths of his being.

Although he used to pretend to be lazy, he was actually very decisive and efficient.

Now it has become a kind of genuine "laziness," as if one has lost most of the interest in everything around them.

The artillery fire of Ohara and the freezing cold of Sauro seemed to have completely extinguished something that had once burned within him.

At the same time, seemingly sensing Gern's gaze, Kuzan subconsciously turned his eyes to the side on the training field.

In an instant, their eyes met across the distance.

"Gern?" Kuzan paused for a moment, then habitually tugged at the corners of his mouth upwards.

He gave a smile that wasn't exactly enthusiastic, and casually waved his hand as a greeting.

"You're not hiding here instead of dealing with the documents, are you?" Gern chuckled and walked over.

Without any further pleasantries, the two walked very naturally to the benches on the sidelines and sat down on either side of each other.

Sunlight streamed through the sparse clouds, bringing a touch of warmth.

After a moment of silence, Kuzan spoke first, his voice carrying his characteristic, now even more hollow, drawn-out tone.

"It seems that those old men in the World Government have finally compromised and made you an admiral!"

"Compromise?" Upon hearing this, Gern chuckled helplessly, his gaze drifting to the hard-working recruits in the distance.

"Heh... I traded quite a few 'things' for this."

“But under your command,” Kuzan turned his head and glanced at Gern, “don’t you also have one more remarkable ‘guy’?”