One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki-Chapter 238: The Holy Land Moves East, Shifting the World’s CenterMarineford, Fleet Admiral’s Office.

Chapter 238: Chapter 238: The Holy Land Moves East, Shifting the World’s CenterMarineford, Fleet Admiral’s Office.

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Chapter 238: The Holy Land Moves East, Shifting the World’s Center

Marineford, Fleet Admiral’s Office.

Sengoku looked at the crumpled damage report on his desk, feeling the blood vessels in his temples throbbing.

Outside the window, engineering troops were filling the massive crater in the port.

That was the "masterpiece" blasted out by Garp’s single punch.

"Are you serious? Garp."

Sengoku took off his glasses and pulled out a cloth from his drawer, wiping them slowly.

His tone was terribly calm, but this was usually the precursor to a volcanic eruption.

On the sofa, Garp was heartlessly pouring a whole bag of senbei into his mouth.

The crunch, crunch chewing sounds were exceptionally grating in the quiet office.

"What’s not serious?"

Garp swallowed the food in his mouth and patted the crumbs off his chest.

"That kid’s shop is in Foosha Village, ten thousand miles away."

"Every time we go, we have to apply for permission, then travel. By the time we get back, the day lily has cooled."

Sengoku put his glasses back on, the lenses reflecting a cold light.

"Save time and effort?"

"That is Marine Headquarters! The symbol of Justice! The fortress that deters the Four Seas!"

"Do you think moving is like playing house? Tens of thousands of soldiers, a massive logistics system, and those prisoners in Impel Down..."

"The Five Elders will absolutely never agree to such an absurd proposal!"

...

The Holy Land, Mary Geoise.

Deep within Pangaea Castle, the Room of Authority.

This was the pinnacle of world power, the place where the Five Elders usually issued their orders.

But at this moment, these five old men standing at the peak of the world were not sitting on their sofas.

They were walking quickly along a deep, dark corridor.

At the end of the corridor was the forbidden ground that no one was usually allowed to set foot in—the Room of Flowers.

Just ten minutes ago, they had received that supreme summons.

That Person had awakened.

And had named them all to appear.

One of the Five Elders, Saint Shepherd Ju Peter, wearing a dark red suit with blonde hair and beard, looked grave.

"To summon us at this time... could it be because of the ’Dungeon’ matter?"

The bald elder holding the Shodai Kitetsu, Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro, adjusted his glasses.

"I can think of no other reason."

"The shopkeeper named Blake is a massive variable."

Saint Jaygarcia Saturn, leaning on a cane with fluffy white curls and beard, spoke in a low voice:

"Regardless, the existence of that shop can no longer be concealed."

"Since Lord Imu has not ordered its erasure, then it means..."

"That shop has value to be exploited."

As they spoke, they arrived before the massive bronze doors.

The doors slid open silently.

The scent of flowers rushed out.

Inside the enormous room, fresh flowers bloomed, and butterflies danced.

Before the towering Empty Throne, a slender shadow stood quietly.

Not sitting on the throne, but standing among the flowers, seemingly playing with something in hand.

The Five Elders immediately ceased their conversation and knelt on the ground in unison.

Their foreheads pressed tight against the cold floor, not daring to breathe loudly.

"Lord Imu."

Silence.

Only the faint sound of butterflies flapping their wings.

After a long time, the shadow slowly turned around.

Those red eyes with peculiar ripples swept coldly over the Five Elders on the ground.

"East Blue."

Imu’s voice was indistinguishable as male or female, yet it carried a pressure that penetrated directly to the soul.

"Goa Kingdom. Foosha Village."

Saturn looked up slightly, asking respectfully:

"My Lord, is it to launch a Buster Call on that village? Or..."

"No."

Imu interrupted him.

"That place shall be the new Holy Land."

The Five Elders raised their heads sharply, eyes filled with disbelief.

A new Holy Land?

Mary Geoise had stood atop the Red Line for eight hundred years as the dwelling of Gods.

Now, move the Holy Land to a remote island in the East Blue?

"Lord Imu..."

Saturn braced himself, his voice dry. "Mary Geoise is the homeland of the Creators, the symbol of the World Government’s majesty. The Red Line is at the center of the world, convenient for suppressing the Four Seas."

"If we move to the East Blue, the Weakest Sea, I fear..."

"Fear what?"

Imu’s voice betrayed no joy or anger, but carried a chill that seeped into the marrow.

He walked slowly down the steps, his long black robe trailing through the flowers, making a soft rustling sound.

"Are you questioning my decision, Saturn?"

Saturn trembled all over, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.

"This subordinate dares not!"

The other four Elders didn’t even dare to breathe, wishing they could bury their heads in the ground.

Imu stopped in front of Saturn, extended a slender hand, and gently snapped a delicate red rose.

"Majesty?"

"Symbol?"

Imu let out a light laugh and crushed the rose. Bright red juice dripped from his fingertips like blood.

"In this world, only Power is the eternal truth."

"Eight hundred years ago, we possessed the Ancient Weapons, we possessed overwhelming power, so the Red Line was the center."

"But now, the center of the world has changed."

Imu raised his head. Those red eyes with strange ripples seemed to pierce through the rock layers of the Red Line, looking toward the distant East.

"This subordinate... understands."

Saint Topman Warcury responded in a deep voice, knocking his forehead heavily on the ground.

"For the eternal rule of the World Government, for the will of Lord Imu."

"We will begin preparations immediately."

...

Half an hour later.

Pangaea Castle, Room of Authority.

The five old men sat back on the sofas, but the atmosphere now was a hundred times heavier than before.

"This is a big problem."

Ju Peter rubbed his brow, looking worried.

"Moving the capital affects the whole body. Just the settlement issue of those Celestial Dragon pigs is enough to give us a headache."

"If those idiots find out they’re going to the ’countryside’ of the East Blue, who knows what kind of trouble they’ll make."

Mars snorted coldly, a trace of tyranny flashing in his eyes.

"It’s not up to them."

"This is Lord Imu’s order. Anyone who dares to oppose it will be treated as a traitor and erased directly."

"There are too many Celestial Dragons anyway. It’s a good opportunity to streamline the bloodline."

The other four had no objection to this.

In front of Lord Imu’s will, the so-called privileges of the Celestial Dragons were nothing but a joke.

"The urgent matter now is the Navy."

"Although the Navy is a dog kept by the World Government, we cannot completely disregard their opinion."

Nusjuro wiped the long sword in his hand and said coldly:

"Then let Sengoku execute it."

"Move Marineford there."

Ju Peter picked up the golden Transponder Snail on the table.

"I will notify Sengoku." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Discuss it with him first, let him soothe the emotions of the Navy."

═════ To Be Continued ═════

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