One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki-Chapter 243: Magma and Ice

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Chapter 243: Magma and Ice

"That old coot Garling is ruthless enough; he doesn’t hesitate even against his own kind."

Sengoku looked at his old comrade, who was laughing so hard he was leaning back, and even his own tight facial muscles twitched involuntarily. Although as Fleet Admiral he should uphold the dignity of the World Government, at this moment, his heart held only one word—

Satisfying!

It was incredibly satisfying!

For decades, how many messes had the Marines cleaned up for those Celestial Dragons? How much humiliation had they swallowed? He never expected the day would come when those self-proclaimed gods would be cleaned out like garbage.

"Enough, Garp. restrain yourself." Though Sengoku said this, there was no blame in his tone. He handed the report to Tsuru and lifted his teacup to hide the curve of his mouth. "However, this illustrates a problem."

Sengoku set down the cup, his eyes gradually becoming deep and grave. "The Five Elders are serious this time. To relocate, to get to Foosha Village, they are willing to sever their own limbs and wash internal dissent in blood."

Tsuru pushed up her glasses, her gaze sharp as a knife. "This isn’t just simple relocation, Sengoku."

"Indeed." Sengoku sighed, his tone carrying an indescribable awe. "To make the Five Elders make such a decision, to make the Holy Land that has stood for eight hundred years bow its head... I fear only that person could do it."

.....

Marineford, The Port.

The sea breeze carried a salty tang, yet it could not disperse the suffocating heat hanging in the air. The normally orderly crescent harbor was currently boiling like a pot of water. Countless Marines ran shouting across the docks. Giant cranes groaned under the strain. Crates stamped "TOP SECRET" were roughly stuffed into the cargo holds of warships.

Amidst this chaotic scene, two majestic warships cut through the harbor mist almost simultaneously.

The warship on the left was dark red, its bow fashioned into a glaring hellhound. The warship on the right flew a lazy blue flag, its deck covered in a thin layer of white frost. Two distinct, powerful auras slammed into each other across dozens of meters of water.

The air seemed to solidify in that instant.

On the bow of the left ship, Admiral Akainu stood draped in his Justice coat, the brim of his cap pulled low. His gloomy face was written full of displeasure. He chewed on a cigar, the ember flaring with his breathing.

On the lounge chair of the right ship, Admiral Aokiji removed his eye mask and gave a lazy yawn. He scratched his messy curly hair, looking sleepily toward the neighboring ship.

"Arara, isn’t this Sakazuki?" Aokiji stood up slowly, exhaling a breath of cold air. "Just back from a mission too?"

Akainu snorted coldly, not looking him in the eye. "There are more and more deserters along the way. The ranks of Justice do not need such weak dregs."

His voice was low and hoarse, like magma rolling in a throat. On his way back, he had already executed three groups of deserters attempting to flee the Navy.

Aokiji shrugged, hands in his pockets. "Don’t be so hot-headed. Everyone’s trying to survive."

The two warships docked side by side. The sound of massive anchors dropping was deafening. The officers waiting on the dock welcomed them with trembling fear. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Admiral Sakazuki! Admiral Kuzan! You’ve finally returned!"

Akainu strode down the gangway. His leather boots struck the wooden planks with a heart-palpitating thud. He surveyed the chaotic port, his brow furrowing into a deep knot. "What is this? Are we dismantling Headquarters? What kind of disgrace is this!"

A Colonel wiped cold sweat from his forehead, stammering his report. "R-Report, Admiral! It’s a Level 1 Order from the Fleet Admiral! The entire force... the entire force is undergoing strategic relocation!"

Akainu’s footsteps stopped abruptly. A wave of scorching heat instantly exploded from him as the center. The surrounding air distorted from the high temperature. The Colonel’s legs went soft, and he collapsed onto the ground.

"Relocation?" Akainu narrowed his eyes, murderous intent surging. "Relocating where? The New World? Are we finally launching a total war against the Four Emperors?"

If that were the case, this level of chaos could be forgiven. He had long wanted to clean up that trash on the seas.

The Colonel swallowed, his voice shaking like a sieve. "No... not the New World. It’s... it’s the East Blue."

The air went deathly silent. Even the lazy Aokiji froze. He blinked, as if he thought he had heard wrong.

"Arara, little brother. That kind of joke isn’t funny." Aokiji scratched his head, looking confused. "The East Blue? That place known as the Weakest Sea? Why move Marine Headquarters to the countryside? For retirement?"

The Colonel looked ready to cry. "I wouldn’t dare lie! It really is the East Blue! The destination is the Goa Kingdom’s Foosha Village! And... and..."

The Colonel looked at Akainu’s face, which was now black as the bottom of a pot, steeled his heart, closed his eyes, and shouted. "And I heard the Holy Land Mary Geoise is also moving there! The order came down from the Five Elders themselves!"

BOOM!

Akainu’s magma went completely out of control. Half the dock’s wooden planks instantly turned to charcoal. Thick smoke billowed up.

"Absurd!" Akainu roared, the muscles on his face twitching. "Move the fortress of Justice to that impoverished backwater? And move the Holy Land too? Have Sengoku and the Five Elders gone mad?!"

What kind of insane joke was this? Marine Headquarters sat at the junction of the first half of the Grand Line and the New World. It was the anchor deterring the Great Pirate Era. Once withdrawn, wouldn’t the seas fall into utter chaos?

Aokiji was quick, erecting an ice wall to block the spreading magma. "Hey, hey, Sakazuki. Don’t burn down the port; supplies are precious right now."

Though he spoke lightly, Aokiji’s eyes grew grave. This was too abnormal. It completely violated military common sense. It even violated the ruling logic the World Government had maintained for eight hundred years.

"Move, Kuzan." Akainu shoved the ice wall aside, striding toward the Headquarters building. "I’m going to get a clear answer from Sengoku. If he can’t give a reasonable explanation... he doesn’t need to be Fleet Admiral anymore!"

Aokiji sighed and followed. "Something this big, we definitely need to ask. But..."

Aokiji looked at the veteran soldiers around him. They were busy, but not panicked; in fact, they carried a trace of excitement. He sharply detected something odd.

"Hey, you there." Aokiji casually stopped a Sergeant carrying a crate. "Moving to the East Blue... you seem quite happy about it?"

The Sergeant was initially frightened, but seeing it was the good-tempered Admiral Aokiji, he nodded excitedly. "Of course I’m happy, Admiral Kuzan! I heard that once we get to Foosha Village, we can enter the legendary ’Dungeon’! Vice Admiral Garp said so himself! He said as long as you have money, you can become stronger than an Admiral there!"

Realizing he had spoken too freely, the Sergeant covered his mouth and ran off, leaving Kuzan and Akainu standing there.

Dungeon!!

At the mention of this, Kuzan was instantly wide awake. The "Pink Magic Wand" he had obtained in the Dungeon last time... although it didn’t add much combat power, it was surprisingly convenient.

Kuzan instantly switched sides!

"Sakazuki, this relocation is a good thing."

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