Chapter 63: The Fabled One Piece and The Tale of the Brave Child

In the end, Imu didn't dare to risk going into the world on the other side of the Dimensional Gate alone.

The reason is very simple. What if there is a group of God-level bosses on the opposite side.

Besides, he didn't see the need to take risks. With the massive World Government at your disposal, why not take advantage of it?

As for the need to divulge the existence of the Dimensional Gate, he felt that he could proceed step by step. After all, he controlled access to the Dimensional Gate.

Finally, he decided to quell his curiosity and close the Dimensional Gate.

"If we are going to send someone to investigate, we need to plan properly. The Five Elders should be the first to know, but like me, they are part of the senior management and cannot carry out the mission personally. This should fall to Cipher Pol..."

Imu thought deeply.

"But it's better to wait until after the Levely to act. The World Government is already quite busy. However, the selection of CP members can begin."

At this time, a pleasant sound of bells came from outside. This was the sound of wind chimes that would appear whenever the maids needed to come in.

Sure enough, as soon as he walked out of the bedroom and into the living room, he saw a pretty maid holding a document bag and waiting respectfully at the door.

"My Lord"

It is worth mentioning that these maids who are responsible for taking care of Imu's life actually don't know his name at all. They only know that he is a Celestial Dragon of the highest level, so they usually only call him 'Lord'.

"Alright, bring it here."

The maid came over and put the document bag on the coffee table, bowed slightly and walked out of the tree house.

Checking the reports in the envelope, Imu showed surprise on his face.

"What a brilliant idea! The Five Elders have come up with such a cunning plan. Impressive!"

It was a plan of action that consisted of using an island in the New World where Roger's crew once passed by the Five Elders wanted to secretly build a treasure warehouse and fill it with a large amount of riches. The Navy and Cipher Pol would then conduct a joint operation, broadcasting it live to bring the treasure back to Mary Geoise and announce to the entire world that they had found the famous treasure, One Piece.

"Although it cannot completely eradicate the emergence of pirates, it can indeed greatly weaken the influence of rumors about the One-Piece treasure..." Imu was quite satisfied with this plan.

The only risk he saw in the plan was the weak Navy presence in the New World, which could expose them to pirate attacks, especially from Whitebeard and Big Mom.

But the Five Elders had clearly considered this, as the report indicated cooperation with Cipher Pol.

This means that the navy will be led by Sengoku and Garp, and Cipher Pol will send CP0 led by an Admiral level agent.

"The combat power of three admirals is enough, so they can go ahead and execute the plan."

Thinking about this, Imu decided to approve the action plan and emphasized that it should be implemented as soon as possible, preferably before Levely.

"Eh?"

While continuing to look through the documents, Imu found a report on the situation between Monkey D. Dragon and King Taklama.

Dragon's current situation was reportedly complicated, and he could be defeated by King Taklama at any time. Seeing this, Imu frowned slightly.

He has naturally read the information about King Taklama, but after all, he is the 'Slave King' of the underworld, and it is impossible for CP people to find out all the information.

But now, it's clear.

"This is a bit interesting. It is indeed the awakening of the Paramecia-type. Developing a Devil Fruit that seemed ridiculous to this level shows that this 'Slaver King' has some talent..."

"However, transforming a sandstorm into a pet reminds me of Crocodile. Has he gone out to sea yet? Ever since I forcibly brought Gecko Moria into Impel Down, I have a whim to collect these talented youngsters."

"It might be interesting to look for it. It shouldn't be difficult to find. I remember that Crocodile and Bullet, when they were nineteen years old, faced each other several times, but there was never a clear winner."

If it were before his transmigration, perhaps he wouldn't remember this so clearly, but after inheriting Imu's power, his memory also strengthened considerably.

"The problem is how to handle him so that he is obedient. Moria at least had his companions as hostages. Crocodile seems a little more difficult to handle, and also, how to use him once he captures him..."

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In the vast underground space, a hundred meters below the city of Shabak, the imposing palace-pyramid was still a dominating presence. However, the bustling stone halls were now practically deserted.

Only slave guards in groups of two can be seen patrolling back and forth, inspecting the many cells filled with slaves on both sides.

Although it is underground, it is not dark. A large number of electric lights provide a sufficient lighting environment.

"Huh? What's going on with the battle upstairs? I have a bad feeling..."

"What are you thinking about? It's not like you don't know His Majesty's strength. I heard that the Navy only sent two Rear Admirals this time. What could happen?"

"But the King has been away for so long, why is there no news? I thought he would return soon and get us out of here..."

"Instead, they are sending batches of slaves to the battlefields."

After listening to his partner, the other guard also began to doubt. He no longer cared about checking the conditions of the slaves in the cells.

"This..."

Suddenly, a sharp sound pierced the air. The two guards instinctively went on guard, but before they could react, they felt a sudden pain in the back of their necks. With a snap, their throats were pierced by a finger.

"Ugh!"

With a dull thud, they fell to the ground, desperately trying to cover the bleeding hole in their necks, but the warm blood continued to flow between their fingers.

Behind them, a naval Lieutenant Commander wearing a cape of justice stood there with his bare hands, his left and right fingers slowly bent.

"Ah! It's the Navy!"

"Has the Navy come to rescue us?"

Upon seeing the naval officer the slaves in the cells on both sides of the corridor, who had previously appeared desperate and apathetic, now showed a hint of hope in their empty eyes.

"Yes, we have come to save you, but there are too many of you. To avoid confusion, we ask that you remain calm for now. Once we have solved all the crimes, there will be government officials in charge of you."

At this moment, a girl in one of the cells on the left saw an aggressive slave guard approaching with a knife and shouted at the officer from the hallway: "Careful, Navy Lord!"

"Haha, thank you for reminding me, beautiful lady."

The officer smiled charmingly at him. The next second, he raised his right index finger, bending it, and with super-fast speed, he created a series of afterimages countering the ax heading towards him.

"Shigan: Oren!"

This attack is simply a rapid-fire version of the normal Shigan technique that hits the enemy multiple times.

In an instant, the axes around the lieutenant were easily destroyed, quickly followed by the necks of their wielders. In an instant, six slavers were lying on the ground, holding their throats, trying to stop the blood from flowing.

"Ah!"

Seeing this, the women and girls in the cells turned pale with fear, some children tried to hide in the hugs of the women around them, trying to evade this brutal reality.

 at the same time.

Looking at the entire underground space from a bird's eye view,

Meanwhile, many white figures moved quickly, massacring the patrolling slavers.

At this moment, all the slaves burst into tears with excitement. The white capes with the word 'justice' written on them became the most beautiful scenery.

Especially for those young boys, they clung to the bars of the cell, watching the Navy officers' every move with admiration. A gleam called longing shone in his eyes.

But the navy officers did not kill all the guards, they captured some at random, and after harsh interrogation, they were able to more or less understand the situation here.

After understanding the situation, a nearby officer spoke seriously: "Of all the information we learned, what worries me the most is that the Slave King has sent all the male slaves controlled by their ability to the four battlefronts. With their bodies able to perform at one hundred percent under his control, and with the numerical advantage, I can already imagine the pressure the Marines will face there."

Another officer nodded and said, "We must arrive soon to support them!"

Just then, another officer came out and crouched down to ask the captured slaves, "If you have lived here for a long time, you should know quick exits and access methods."

"Well..."

At this moment, when the slave was worried that if he said too much, he would lose his courage, a boy of about seven or eight years old, with tanned skin, shouted from the adjacent cell.

"I know! I know!"

"Oh?"

The fifty Navy officers looked in his direction, which left the boy scared and dazed. However, an officer approached with a kind smile: "Do you want to help, kid?"

"Yeah!"

Even though he was wearing shackles, the boy shouted excitedly, "I want to be a Marine in the future!"

"Hahahaha, that's great. It seems that our navy will have outstanding talents joining us in the future." The officer stretched out his hand to rub the boy's hair and asked: "Then what do you know?"

"The bad guys brought us here on a special train. It went in that direction!" The boy pointed in a direction based on what he remembered.

"Really, that's great, you've been a big help!" The officer was overjoyed, and then asked: "My child, what is your name and how old are you?"

"My name is Nivaz, I am eight years old!"

"Okay, my name is Amos, and I am currently a Lieutenant in the headquarters. If you join the navy one day, you can contact me." After saying that, Amos took out a pencil from his pocket and wrote a series of numbers on the boy's sleeve.

"This is my Den-Den Mushi number."

Lieutenant Amos then stood up and turned to his colleagues, suggesting: "I propose to leave ten people here and have the rest divide into four groups to support various battlefronts. What do you think?"

"Alright!"

Five minutes later, after a quick discussion, ten people who had suffered the most during the previous combat or were most injured were selected to stay, while the other forty disappeared in a burst of noise.

The scene shocked the tanned-skinned boy, his eyes shone more intensely.

"I'll definitely be a Marine, no doubt about it!"

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