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

"It's the ship of this year's supernova 'Crocodile' Crocodile," the sergeant immediately explained knowingly.

"The current bounty is 381 million Berries. He is a Logia-type Sand-Sand Fruit user."

He just arrived in Sabaody Archipelago yesterday, and it's said he's already killed quite a few other pirate crews. He's vaguely earning the title of the strongest Supernova among this year's rookie pirates.

“The strongest…” Gern’s brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

If I remember correctly, Crocodile will become famous soon after entering the New World for his 50/50 challenge against Barrett.

He then challenged Whitebeard and was defeated, eventually responding to the policy and becoming a Shichibukai.

However, this future Shichibukai is currently just an arrogant newcomer.

He could have ignored it—after all, he was on vacation.

But fate always seems to like to play tricks.

Just as Gurn turned to return to the cabin, a commotion suddenly broke out in the harbor.

Amidst the sound of shattering glass and screams from the crowd, a tall figure draped in a fur coat burst through the window of the tavern at Mangrove No. 24 and landed steadily on the dock.

"Get out of the way, you bastards!" Crocodile spat out the cigar in his mouth, his right hand already turning into flowing sand.

Behind him, the tavern owner slumped to the ground, his face contorted with fear.

Gern stopped in his tracks.

“This is… troublesome.” Gern sighed softly, but had already unbuttoned his cloak.

"Why make a scene now when everything is fine?"

At the same time, Crocodile seemed to sense something and suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the warship.

When his gaze locked onto Gern, a smile immediately appeared on his young and impetuous face.

“The Navy…” he chuckled softly, his right hand turning completely to sand.

The port fell silent instantly, and everyone held their breath.

Gern could feel the tense nerves of the soldiers behind him and smell the sudden increase in the intensity of gunpowder in the air.

"Major General Gern, he doesn't seem to recognize you..." the sergeant asked in a low voice.

Guern waved his hand and slowly walked down the gangway.

Every step seemed precisely calculated, neither appearing timid nor overly aggressive.

“Shah Crocodile.” Gern stopped ten meters away from the other man, his voice eerily calm.

"Leave now, and I can pretend I didn't see you."

"You didn't see me?" Crocodile paused for a moment, then burst into arrogant laughter.

"What a joke! Who do you think you are?!" As soon as he finished speaking, his right hand suddenly expanded and transformed into a huge sand blade.

Seeing Crocodile make the first move, Gern's eyes turned completely cold.

He chuckled softly, and the surrounding air suddenly began to tremble unnaturally.

"Three seconds."

"What?" Crocodile didn't hear clearly.

“I said…” Gern’s figure suddenly blurred, “You can only last three seconds.”

The next second, the ground throughout the port began to shake violently.

Crocodile was shocked to find that his sand-transformation ability suddenly stopped working.

No, it's not a failure, but rather that all the sand grains have lost control of their flow due to some strange high-frequency vibration!

By the time he finally realized what was happening, Guern's 48-yard foot was already within reach.

"Execute with righteousness!"

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, Crocodile, hailed as "the newest man of this generation," was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the trunk of a mangrove tree.

Chapter 111 You still want to go toe-to-toe with me?

The giant tree No. 23 in the Sabaody Archipelago

Crocodile's body flew backward like a rag doll, crashing heavily into the thick trunk of the redwood tree. He coughed up blood, his pupils contracting violently.

Damn it, that kick just now shattered his arrogant soul!

“The ship… Captain Crocodile?!” His crew froze, their throats tightening.

Captain Crocodile is a Logia-type Devil Fruit user! How could he possibly be kicked in the physical form?!

"Can't get up already?" Gern slowly withdrew his foot, dusted off non-existent dust from his trouser leg, and said with a hint of boredom, "Is this all the supernovas are capable of?"

Suddenly, all around became deathly silent.

At this moment, a pirate wearing a tattered tricorn hat clearly saw Gern's face.

Suddenly his knees buckled, and he fell to his knees with a thud, his teeth chattering: "Heavens, Heavenly Tremor... It's Heavenly Tremor Gern!"

“Hey…that man…” The pirate with a face full of scars suddenly froze on the spot, the bottle slipped from his hand and smashed to pieces on the ground.

"What's wrong?" His companion turned around impatiently, but his face turned deathly pale the moment he saw the figure.

“Heavenly Tremor…” Scarface’s voice trembled so much it was almost inaudible, “It’s that ‘Naval Monster’…”

"Two years ago..." A pirate wearing a tattered tricorn hat suddenly collapsed to the ground, "...he single-handedly... took down the second division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates..."

"Kozuki Oden has been defeated!" someone nearby shouted, "The 'Samurai' Oden with a bounty of 1.95 billion Berries!"

But even more terrifying memories are yet to come.

"What do you newbies know?" A one-eyed pirate suddenly burst into hysterical laughter, his laughter filled with madness.

"Seven years ago! Right here in the New World G2! This kid severely injured the Golden Lion and became famous with a single blow..."

Before he could finish speaking, Gern suddenly turned to look at the crowd, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"Boom!" Hundreds of pirates took three steps back in unison.

Several pirates with bounties exceeding 100 million were sweating profusely, their hands already on the hilts of their swords, yet they lacked the courage to even draw them.

The crowd seemed to have been paused.

The once bustling port became eerily quiet in an instant, even the seagulls stopped calling.

The naval soldiers stationed in the Sabaody Archipelago collectively gasped in shock.

Although they were wearing uniforms, most of them were soldiers from the first half of the Grand Line.

I have never seen this legendary commander in person.

So when Gern appeared, they all unconsciously straightened their backs and their eyes became fervent.

"Hey, hey, are you kidding me...?" A supernova pirate stumbled backward, almost falling into the sea.

"How could such an important figure appear in Sabaody?! There aren't any Celestial Dragons here!"

"Idiot! He's the 'Tyrant of the Navy'! I heard even the Fleet Admiral can't control him!"

Amidst these whispers, Crocodile swayed as he stood up, his golden claws digging deep into the bark.

He stared intently at Gren's casual attire, finally noticing the black general's crest embroidered on the cuff.

“I see…” Crocodile wiped the blood from his chin, panting, “No wonder he was able to hit me.”

“But…” He suddenly spread his arms wide, sand swirling around him, “I’m going to be the ’King’ of the desert…”

"You really want to go toe-to-toe with me?" Gern sighed.

Before Crocodile could even utter the words "precious sword," his vision blurred.

Gern's figure approached him like a ghost, his index finger gently touching his brow.

"High-frequency vibration, concussion."

"Bang!" Crocodile's head was struck as if by an invisible giant hammer, and he crashed backward, smashing through three shops before finally embedding himself in the outer wall of the auction house.

Amidst the dust and rubble, he rolled his eyes, drool uncontrollably dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Gern blew on a non-existent cigarette between his fingers, then turned to the stunned navy men and winked: "Now, you can handle this yourselves, right?"

Quiet.

Deathly silence.

Five seconds later, the entire port erupted in chaos.

"Pinch me! Am I dreaming?! That's a notorious pirate with a bounty of 381 million!"

"The rumors are true... Did he also treat Oden so casually when he attacked him?!"

Ignoring the commotion, Guern grabbed an apple from a passing fruit stand.

He took a bite with a "crunch," waved to the limp Crocodile crew, and smiled innocently.

Then, he turned and walked towards the warship.

The footsteps were light, but in the deathly silent harbor, they sounded as clear as a death knell.

Only after his figure disappeared off the ship's side did the harbor erupt in a sigh of relief, as if everyone had just survived a disaster.

"Why did that monster appear in the first half?!"

"Hurry! Get out of Sabaody before he changes his mind!"

As the warships departed the harbor, the setting sun cast a long shadow of Gern.

The sergeant on deck finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Sir, why did you take action on purpose..."

"Hmm?" Gern squinted at the sea, then suddenly smiled as if he had just thought of something.

"Because I also want to experience what it feels like to kick a supernova one by one."

But I didn't expect there to be only Crocodile left, what a pity!

Of course, I also want to abide by the rule of 'no trouble during vacation'! Hahaha.

"So, all you're trying to do is bully newbies..." The sergeant looked at the still-smoking ruins of the port behind him and silently shut his mouth.

.......

Several days later, the warship slowly sailed into the waters of the West Sea, where the azure surface shimmered under the sunlight.

Standing on the deck, gazing at the horizon, a rare sense of nostalgia rose in his heart.

"Sir, we're now in the waters under the jurisdiction of the 133rd Branch," the sergeant reported respectfully as he approached.

Gern nodded, his gaze drifting into the distance.

However, as the warship rounded the last island and the view opened up, Gern's expression froze.

On the base building of the 133rd branch, a huge, heavily photoshopped portrait of himself was prominently displayed.

In the painting, he is wearing a navy coat, has a sharp gaze, and is surrounded by exaggerated shattering effects.

Even more outrageous, the following words were written in large gold lettering below the portrait:

"Gern Reginald Sigmar, the God of the Western Sea"

Gern: "..."

Sergeant: "..."

The entire deck of sailors fell silent; some even rubbed their eyes, wondering if they were seeing things.

Gern's lips twitched slightly: "Asahi... that bastard..."

When he left the West Sea, Asahi was still the base commander of the 133rd branch, although he was greedy.

He was a proper and serious naval officer, so why has his demeanor changed so drastically in just a few years?

"Major General Gern..." Sergeant hesitated, "Should we...should we inform them that we've arrived?"

“No need.” Gern took a deep breath and rubbed his temples. “Don’t make a sound yet. I want to see what these guys are up to.”