One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki-Chapter 239: The Strategist’s Gambit, Securing an Exorbitant Moving FeeMarineford, Fleet Admiral’s Office.

Chapter 239: Chapter 239: The Strategist’s Gambit, Securing an Exorbitant Moving FeeMarineford, Fleet Admiral’s Office.

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Chapter 239: The Strategist’s Gambit, Securing an Exorbitant Moving Fee

Marineford, Fleet Admiral’s Office.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder—the residual scent from filling the giant crater at the port—mixed with the salty aroma of senbei crumbs, appearing particularly bizarre.

Sengoku sat behind his desk, his fountain pen suspended in mid-air, a drop of ink refusing to fall from the nib.

Before him lay a blank sheet of letter paper. This was the "Feasibility Report on the Strategic Center Shift of Marine Headquarters and the Establishment of an East Blue Branch" that he had been conceptualizing for two whole hours.

This report was hard to write.

Extremely hard.

To move Marine Headquarters—the symbol of the World Government’s face and the hub suppressing the Grand Line—to a remote corner of the East Blue known as the "Weakest Sea" was practically political suicide.

Those five old guys would definitely throw this report in his face and point at his nose, cursing him for being a senile old fool.

Crunch, crunch.

The irritating chewing sound echoed in the quiet office.

The veins on Sengoku’s forehead jumped twice, but he held back from exploding, taking a deep breath to try and clear his thoughts.

Crunch, crunch, CRUNCH!

The sound grew louder, accompanied by the gulping of tea.

Snap!

Sengoku finally reached his limit. The pen in his hand was snapped in two, ink splattering all over his hand.

"Garp! Can you be quiet!"

On the sofa, Garp was digging his whole hand into the senbei bag. Hearing the shout, he looked up innocently, crumbs still sticking to his mouth.

"Ah? Sengoku, you have too much internal fire."

Garp nonchalantly tossed a piece of senbei into his mouth, speaking indistinctly, "Want me to share some with you? This is a specialty I brought back from Foosha Village. Much tastier than the trash at Headquarters."

"I’m not eating!"

Sengoku grabbed a rag from the table, hastily wiped the ink off his hand, and pointed angrily out the window.

"Look outside! That’s your handiwork! The engineering department came crying to me just now, saying the port foundation was cracked by your hit. The repair budget is three hundred million!"

"Can you blame me?"

Garp dug his nose and flicked casually. "It’s that brat Kizaru being too fragile. I just stretched my muscles a little, didn’t even activate Sage Mode."

In the corner, Kizaru, covered in bandages, was lying on a recliner trimming his nails. Hearing this, his movements paused.

"So scary, Vice Admiral Garp."

Kizaru curled his lip, his tone holding not a shred of respect. "If that punch hit someone else, there probably wouldn’t even be ash left, right? It’s only because I learned Photon Decomposition; otherwise, I’d be queuing on the road to the underworld right now."

"Cut the crap!"

Sengoku felt a headache coming on. He pulled out another sheet of paper, his brows locked tight.

He was thinking about how to phrase it.

How to make those five stubborn old men agree to at least build a highest-spec branch in Foosha Village and allow an Admiral to be stationed there permanently.

Blake’s shop was too important.

It was a source of power that could change the world structure.

If the Navy didn’t project power there, once pirates or the Revolutionary Army seized the initiative, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Just as Sengoku was racking his brains for an excuse.

Puru Puru Puru...

Puru Puru Puru...

The golden Transponder Snail on the table, which had been dormant, suddenly let out an urgent cry.

The air in the office instantly solidified.

Garp stopped chewing, Kizaru put down the nail clippers, and both their gazes turned simultaneously to the snail representing the world’s highest authority.

The Five Elders.

Calling at this time, it was definitely not for idle chat. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Sengoku took a deep breath, adjusted his expression, and picked up the receiver.

"This is Sengoku."

On the other end came the old and majestic voice of Saint Jaygarcia Saturn. In the background, there seemed to be wind and hurried footsteps.

"Sengoku, immediately clear the room of people. The following conversation is top secret."

Sengoku glanced at Garp and Kizaru.

Neither moved.

Garp even propped his legs up on the coffee table, looking like a rogue who was determined to listen.

Helpless, Sengoku could only say into the receiver, "Garp and Borsalino are right beside me. If it’s about ’that matter’, I think they are qualified to listen."

The other end went silent for a few seconds.

Seemingly weighing the pros and cons.

Moments later, Saturn’s voice sounded again, carrying an unprecedented gravity.

"Fine. They are insiders anyway."

"Sengoku, listen clearly. This is a direct order from... Above."

Above?

Sengoku’s pupils contracted slightly.

Above the Five Elders, there was only the master of the Empty Throne.

"The World Government has decided to launch the ’Holy Land Migration Plan’ effective immediately."

"All nobles, administrative bodies, and core forces of the World Government in Mary Geoise will relocate to the Goa Kingdom in the East Blue."

"Specific location—Foosha Village."

Thud.

The senbei bag in Garp’s hand dropped to the floor.

The sunglasses on Kizaru’s face slid down, revealing eyes that were usually half-closed but were now staring round and wide.

Sengoku’s mouth hung open. The report he had just started writing was blown to the floor by the wind, and he didn’t even notice.

Crazy?

These Celestial Dragons who valued face more than life were actually taking the initiative to move out of the Red Line?

That was the center that had ruled the world for eight hundred years!

"Are you... serious?"

Sengoku felt his throat go dry, his voice trembling involuntarily.

"This is not for you to question!"

The voice on the other end switched to Saint Shepherd Ju Peter, his tone urgent. "This is a supreme directive! There is no room for negotiation!"

"We are notifying you now because Marine Headquarters, as a subordinate agency of the World Government, must move with the Holy Land."

"We require you to formulate a detailed plan for relocating Marine Headquarters to the East Blue within three months... no, one month!"

"Remember, it is a total relocation!"

"We are moving Marineford to the East Blue!"

Sengoku’s brain went through a process of crashing, rebooting, and crashing again in that instant.

He was just worrying about how to convince the Five Elders to build a branch.

And now they wanted to move the whole house there directly?

This was simply...

Heaven helping me!

Ecstasy surged in Sengoku’s heart like a tsunami, but after all, he was the Wise General who had led the Navy for years.

If he showed too much happiness now, not only would it make him look shallow, but more importantly—

He would lose out.

Lose out big time.

Since the Five Elders proposed it themselves, and sounding so urgent, it meant they were facing immense pressure.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to rip them off... no, to apply for military funding.

Sengoku quickly adjusted his breathing, suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth, and put on a tone of shock, difficulty, and even a bit of anger.

"Absurd! Simply absurd!"

═════ To Be Continued ═════

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