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

Looking at the guy who looked completely bewildered, a guy who could act even better than himself, a future movie star.

Unable to confirm the truth, Kizaru slowly raised his hand to cover his eyes, a hint of helplessness showing between his fingers.

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P.S.: The main character and Kizaru!

Gern and Kizaru

Chapter 68 Promotion to Brigadier General!

In the year 1489 of the Sea Calendar, the Elite Training Camp was officially launched, and at the same time, personnel changes took place at the Naval Headquarters.

He was promoted from Brigadier General to Lieutenant General, but his position was transferred to the Naval Staff Department, where he served as Deputy Chief of Staff, while retaining the rank of Lieutenant General.

The following year, in the year 1490 of the Sea Calendar, Sakazuki, the king of the workplace, accumulated the most merits and was promoted three ranks.

He was promoted from Colonel to Lieutenant General at headquarters and appointed as the Chief of the New World G-3 Base, where he was stationed long-term!

Kuzan was promoted two ranks from Navy Captain to Rear Admiral and assigned to the Headquarters Mobile Force (responsible for supporting major missions).

Borsalino was promoted two ranks and also promoted to Major General, and was transferred to the Science Defense Force (to protect Vegapunk) to assist the scientist Vegapunk.

Meanwhile, on the last day of the transition from 1489 to 1490, a major event also occurred among the world's nobles.

Don Quixote's Homing decides to abandon his Celestial Dragon identity and leave Mary Geoise with his wife and two sons.

A year later, in the year 1491 of the Sea Calendar, Gern became the sole victor after defeating Borsalino in a training camp exhibition match following the G-3 Golden Lion attack.

In addition, his military achievements and background perfectly matched the training camp's propaganda plan, and he was specially granted a promotion of four ranks.

He was promoted from Captain to Brigadier General and appointed Commander of the New World Patrol.

And at the age of 20, he became the fastest-promoted admiral in the history of the Navy Headquarters!

Meanwhile, the Roger Pirates, having reached the endpoint of the Log Pose, Water Island, only to discover it wasn't the final island, continued their search for the Poneglyphs.

In the same year, the Whitebeard Pirates unexpectedly traveled to Wano Country, where the 'samurai' Kozuki Oden joined them.

He achieved the astonishing feat of sinking four warships and killing two vice admirals in a single day upon setting sail, earning a bounty of 1.87 billion Berries.

Kaido, Big Mom, the Evil King, Crescent Moon Hunter, Red Earl, and other familiar pirates began to become active.

New generation pirates such as Gecko Moria and Crocodile have begun to emerge...

……

The New World, Kasven Island.

The warships were quietly anchored at the edge of the island, the sea breeze carrying a salty, fishy smell as it swept across the deck.

An eerie silence hung over the island, the dense forest covered in grayish-white mycelium, as if the entire island had been silently devoured by some creature.

Amidst the soft rustling of mycelium, a figure slowly emerged.

Wearing a cloak of justice, Gern grabbed a man by the hair with his left hand and dragged him out of the mycelium.

The man's body was entangled in mycelium, his skin covered with strange spore marks, his eyes rolled back, and he had already lost consciousness.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Gern looked down at his left hand, where the mycelium was still wrapped around his arm like a living thing, trying to erode his skin.

"Fungus Fruit, if you develop it any stronger, you'll be in a real bind for me!"

As he spoke, Armament Haki swept past like black lightning, and the mycelium instantly turned into ashes under the crushing force of the Haki, scattering into the air.

“Commodore Gern!” A naval soldier stepped forward quickly, and his voice trembled involuntarily when he saw the figure being dragged out.

The 'cursed doctor' who struck fear into the hearts of the New World Navy was now being dragged behind by his own commodore like a dead dog.

"This...this is Samuel Kronos, the 'Cursed Doctor' with a bounty of 1.14 billion?"

"Hmm." Gern casually tossed the man onto the beach, kicking up a cloud of sand.

“A Fungus-Fungus Fruit user, what a troublesome guy.” With that, Gern kicked his limp body.

"Take him back and send him to the nearby naval base. Let Kuzan escort him to Impel Down himself. Also, remember to bring the seastone handcuffs so his spores don't spread."

"No wonder he was the man who defeated Major General Borsalino back then..."

The soldiers looked at Gern, who spoke calmly and had not a single wound on his body, and all of them subconsciously swallowed.

Keep in mind, this is Samuel Kronos, the 'Cursed Doctor' with a bounty of 1.14 billion!

"Following Brigadier General Gern on missions is our greatest fortune," the most senior private in the group said in a low voice.

"You haven't seen how other generals treat their subordinates..."

Only Commodore Gern would rather face the entire pirate crew alone than see us get hurt.

"Brigadier General Gern~"

"Hurry up, don't get all emotional!" Gern waved his hand.

"Yes, sir!!" The sailors quickly stepped forward, handcuffed Samuel with sea stone handcuffs, and dragged him onto the warship.

"Looks like things will be quiet for a while longer..." A sergeant flipped through his notebook and wrote in a calm tone.

In April of the 1491st year of the Sea Calendar, Commodore Gern captured the pirate 'Cursed Doctor' Samuel Kronos, whose bounty was 1.14 billion.

After finishing recording, the officer looked up and asked, "Brigadier General Gern, shall we return as planned?"

General Zephyr called earlier, requesting that you return to headquarters as soon as possible to participate in…

"A social gathering?" Gern's lips twitched, and he waved his hand to interrupt, "No thanks, my patrol mission isn't over yet."

The officer looked troubled: "But General Zephyr said that this was a special arrangement by headquarters for officers of general rank to meet..."

It concerns the unity within the Navy. As a newly promoted commodore and a key figure in the elite training camp, your absence would be…”

"Unity?" Gern scoffed, turning to look at the sea. "Do you think I don't know what Professor Zephyr is thinking?"

He certainly knew Zephyr's intentions.

Ever since he was promoted to brigadier general and learned that he wanted to find Zepha, the furry adjutant, he began to try to "tie" him to Marineford.

It was all meetings and social gatherings, all under the guise of "cultivating General Gern's qualities," when in reality they just wanted to keep him from going out too much.

But wouldn't a fluffy adjutant be nice? Wouldn't it be better for Carrot to be an adjutant, practicing both male-female and female-female dual cultivation?

All I want is a cute Carrot!

Therefore, whenever he had the chance, Gern would volunteer to cruise the New World.

Besides chasing pirates, the more important reason is—I haven't found my furry duchy yet!

Of course, Gion's departure was contingent on Gion not being at headquarters.

After all, he was quite happy to have a social gathering with Gion, the most beautiful woman in the current Navy Headquarters.

Seeing his brigadier general in this state, the officer wanted to persuade him further, but Gern raised his hand to stop him.

"Reply to Professor Zephyr, and tell him that pirates are rampant in the New World, the patrol mission is urgent, and justice cannot be stopped."

As for the social gathering he mentioned, "If Gion isn't there, then I won't be there either..." Guern shrugged.

"Let him go find Borsalino; that guy's got nothing better to do in the science unit."

"..."

"No! Add another sentence after that, replying to Teacher Zefa: 'If we don't eliminate pirates, how can we have a home?'"

The officer hesitated, then could only bow his head and reply, "Yes, sir."

"Alright." Gern gazed at the distant horizon. "Continue our journey, next stop..."

"Report!" Before Gern could finish speaking, a communications soldier suddenly rushed onto the deck, his face grave.

"Brigadier General Gern, an urgent distress signal has been received from the nearby seas!"

The warships of G-14 were attacked by the great pirate 'Giant Battleship' San Juan Wolf, at coordinates 132°E, 28°N!

Gern raised an eyebrow: "San Juan Wolf?"

San Juan Wolf, now known as the "Mobile Catastrophe," is a monster that stands 180 meters tall and is as large as a small island when it lies down.

With a bounty exceeding 1.5 billion Berries, he is one of the most ruthless pirates in the New World.

“That’s right,” the communications officer added. “The warships of Division G-14 have been severely damaged.”

The other side seems to be... moving towards Kasven Island!

"Coming here?" A cold smile slowly crept onto Gern's lips. "Interesting."

Immediately afterwards, Gern turned and walked to the side of the warship, placing one hand on the hilt of the Black Blade Eight Desolations.

"All ships, proceed to the distress coordinates!"

"Yes!" The warship quickly changed course, cut through the waves, and sped away.

Professor Zefa, now you have no reason to urge me to go back, right?

Chapter 69 San Juan the Wolf

132°E, 28°N, near the ocean in the New World

The sea was trembling.

It was not wind or waves, nor a tsunami, but a natural disturbance caused by the movement of a colossal object.

San Juan Wolf, the "Mobile Catastrophe" with a bounty of 1.67 billion Berries, is currently traversing the sea.

Having eaten the Expansion Fruit, his body had reached a height of 180 meters (likely the limit), with muscles encased in fat and knots resembling mountains, and rough skin.

With each step taken, waves tens of meters high burst forth from the sea.

Before him, the warships of Division G-14 appeared as small as a tiny boat.

"Hey hee hee hee... This is really... absolutely terrible..."

On the deck of the warship, Haguwar D. Sauro

Although his laughter remained hearty, the cold sweat on his forehead betrayed his true emotions.

As a 22-meter-tall naval giant commodore, he looked up at the dark shadow that blotted out the sky like a child.

"Brigadier General Sauro, the main gun salvo was ineffective! His skin is harder than the armor of a warship!"

"And we didn't carry any other ammunition," a naval soldier hissed as he reported.

"Keep firing! At least... buy some time!" Saul roared through gritted teeth, gripping his giant axe tightly.

"Also, has the support message been sent out? Has anyone responded?"

"The warships on nearby Caswin Island responded, but it was just a patrol vessel, and we don't know who the commander is!"

"That's a huge problem. It looks like we're going to have to bury the ocean today!"

At the same time, San Juan Wolf looked down and a ferocious smile spread across his face.

"Those little bugs in the navy... they're so noisy." With that, he slowly raised his foot, casting a shadow over the entire warship like a canopy.

“It’s over…” Sauro’s pupils contracted sharply, and for the first time, his laughter turned bitter.

"How could a giant be such a tall creature! This monster!"

He looked up at the colossal foot that blotted out the sky; his 22-meter-tall body looked like an infant in front of the 180-meter-tall monster.

The warship's deck groaned under the weight of the storm in the shadows, and the sailors' screams were drowned out by the roar of the waves.

Just as the giant foot was about to crush the warship...

"Zhen Rank - Void Step!" A chilling voice pierced the sky.

The attack arrived before the sound was heard.

Gern's figure swooped down from the sky like a meteor, transforming into a crimson lightning bolt.

Armament Haki and spiraling vibrational particles wrapped around his right leg, tearing through the air with a piercing shriek.

The instant the blade touched San Juan Wolf's chest—"Shaking Execution!!!"

"Boom!!!" Space froze for a fraction of a second.

Immediately afterwards, the space within a radius of 100 meters shattered suddenly, centered on the point of contact.