One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki-Chapter 241: The Migration of the Gods

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Chapter 241: The Migration of the Gods

In the Room of Authority within the Holy Land, Mary Geoise, the atmosphere was so heavy it felt as though water could be wrung from the air. The Five Elders sat upon the circular sofa; the Den Den Mushi in the center had been disconnected, yet its warmth lingered.

Saint Marcus Mars, the elder with the long beard and the title of Warrior God of Environment, broke the silence first. "Sengoku has agreed, but his appetite is astonishingly large."

"He demanded double the military budget and all of Vegapunk’s research data."

Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro, cradling the Shodai Kitetsu sword, let out a cold snort, the blade resting horizontally across his knees. "It is not just that. He also has his eyes on the Devil Fruits within the National Treasury. That old fox is looting a burning house. He believes the World Government cannot function without the Marines at this juncture."

Saint Shepherd Ju Peter, the blond Warrior God of Agriculture, flipped through the documents in his hand, his tone calm and detached. "He has indeed seized the perfect opportunity. If we refuse, the Navy’s relocation will be delayed by six months. Lord Imu’s will is for immediate execution. We do not have six months to waste."

Saint Jaygarcia Saturn, the Warrior God of Science and Defense, tapped his cane against the floor, producing a dull, heavy thud. "Double the budget... that figure alone is enough to hollow out the annual tax revenue of three allied nations. And Vegapunk’s results are the very foundation of the World Government’s rule. Is it truly acceptable to agree to this? It will only fuel the Navy’s ambition. Sengoku is attempting to slip his leash."

Saint Topman Warcury, the Warrior God of Justice who had remained silent, finally looked up. His eyes held no fluctuation of emotion.

"It does not matter."

Saturn frowned at him. "Warcury, you are indulging him too much."

Warcury stood and walked to the massive window, looking down at the opulent splendor of the Holy Land. "Indulging? No, this is merely charity. As long as that person is present, none of this matters. Even if the Navy doubles in size, they remain nothing more than watchdogs."

Warcury’s words plunged the hall into a brief, deathly silence. The center of power was always accompanied by a suffocating suppression.

Saturn’s cane struck the ground heavily again, breaking the quiet. "Since Sengoku has relented, all that remains is our internal problem." He rolled his muddy eyes, scanning the other four. "Moving the Holy Land... such a thing has never occurred in eight hundred years of history. Those pampered wastes are unlikely to agree to leave the Red Line easily."

Ju Peter slowly adjusted the scarf at his chest, his tone carrying a careless indifference. "The reason waste is waste is precisely because they have no right to choose. They need only enjoy the privileges we provide and linger on beneath the brilliance of that Great One."

Nusjuro wiped the blade of the Shodai Kitetsu. The cold steel reflected a face as withered as a skull. "That may be so, but in the cognition of those swine, they are the masters of this world. To suddenly tell them to move to the ’Lower Realm’ of the East Blue—to a nameless little village, no less—a backlash is inevitable."

Mars stood and joined Warcury at the floor-to-ceiling window. Outside lay the extravagant architectural complex of Mary Geoise, shrouded in mist like a true kingdom of gods.

"Then kill them."

The words fell from his lips lightly, yet they carried the thick scent of blood.

"It is fitting. The branch families have multiplied too much over the years, wasting too much of the Heavenly Tribute. We can use this relocation to clean up the disobedient trash. It will establish our authority and lighten the financial burden."

Warcury nodded, returning to the sofa and clasping his hands under his chin. "Then it is decided. Notify the God’s Knights. In thirty minutes, gather the heads of all families at Pangaea Castle Plaza. If anyone dares to show even a shred of hesitation toward Lord Imu’s decision..."

Nusjuro sheathed his blade. The crisp click of metal echoed through the empty hall.

"My sword has not tasted blood in a long time."

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Pangaea Castle Plaza.

This place, once the symbol of the world’s highest authority, was paved with white jade stones, each selected with meticulous care. Now, thousands of Celestial Dragons were gathered here. They wore their bulky protective suits and transparent oxygen domes, their expressions filled with anxiety and restlessness.

"What is happening? Why the emergency summons?"

"I heard we are moving? Is this a joke? If we leave Mary Geoise, where will we go?"

"The East Blue! I heard from an old servant at home that we are going to a small village in the East Blue!"

Saint Charlos sniffled, waving the pistol in his hand with angry erraticism. "The East Blue? That Weakest Sea? It isn’t even comparable to the toilets here! Father, I absolutely will not go to such a filthy place! The air there is lowly!"

Saint Rosward’s face was dark. Looking at his equally furious peers, a thread of unease rose in his heart. The simultaneous appearance of all Five Elders was an event that could be counted on one hand in the eight hundred years of the Holy Land’s history.

At the front of the plaza, atop the grand steps, five elderly figures exuding terrifying pressure slowly emerged. The chaotic plaza instantly fell silent for a moment.

Saint Saturn stepped forward, his cane striking the ground heavily. "Silence."

His voice was not loud, yet it struck everyone’s heart like a war hammer.

"By the order of Lord Imu, the Holy Land of Mary Geoise will be relocated to Foosha Village in the East Blue, effective immediately. All families must complete asset liquidation within twenty-four hours and depart with the Naval fleet."

This sentence was like a drop of cold water falling into a pot of boiling oil. The plaza instantly exploded.

"Lord Imu? Who is that? Why should we listen to him?"

"Relocate? I won’t move! My golden palace isn’t even finished yet!"

"Five Elders, have you gone mad? Leaving the Red Line to go to the countryside?"

Saint Charlos jumped out, pointing at the Five Elders on the steps and screaming. "I am a God! I am the master of this world! I forbid this relocation! I’m going to eat snacks now, and anyone who stops me, I’ll kill them!"

As he shouted, he fired wildly into the sky.

Saint Mars looked down at these "gods" making fools of themselves, a flash of disgust in his eyes. "Warcury, it seems you were right. There is indeed too much trash here."

Warcury raised his hand expressionlessly and snapped his fingers. "God’s Knights. Clear the field."

As his voice fell, dozens of figures wearing white cloaks and medals of the scales emerged from the shadows. The leader, Supreme Commander Figarland Garling, held a long sword, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

"Saint Charlos," Garling said, his voice steady but carrying the thick stench of death. "You just questioned the will of Lord Imu."

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