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As the Night Monarch sailed toward Fish-Man Island, the crew's energy remained high. The thrill of their bold move against the World Government had ignited their spirits, and Max's cunning leadership filled them with confidence.

"Underwater, huh?" Bullet remarked, leaning against the mast. "Can't say I've spent much time down there. Should be interesting."

World swirled his wine, a smirk on his face. "It's poetic, really. Taking the so-called 'Gods' to the depths of a kingdom that despises them. Wonder if they'll survive the cultural exchange."

Gwen laughed. "Maybe we should host a welcome party for them. You know, let them meet a few Sea Kings up close and personal."

Max grinned at the banter, but his mind was already planning their next steps. "Fish-Man Island is more than just a pit stop. The eyes of the world are on us, and I want them to see what happens when the so-called untouchable gods are dragged into reality."

As the ship neared the Red Line, the crew prepared for the descent into the depths. Enel stood by, his electric aura crackling as he examined the coating process. "This contraption better hold. If we sink, don't expect me to save anyone."

"You'll be fine, Thunder God," Max quipped. "Or did you forget you can fly?"

Enel scowled but said nothing, while the others laughed at his expense.

Marineford War Room

The tension in the war room was palpable. Sengoku, Tsuru, Garp, and the Admirals sat around the table, each weighed down by the impossible situation. The presence of the Celestial Dragons on Max's ship was a ticking time bomb.

"We've received word," a communications officer said, entering hurriedly. "The Night Monarch is heading toward Fish-Man Island."

Sengoku's brow furrowed. "Fish-Man Island… of course. That territory falls under Whitebeard's protection, doesn't it?"

Akainu slammed his fist on the table, causing it to crack. "This is a direct provocation. We can't let him desecrate such a critical point of entry to the New World!"

"Provocation or not," Tsuru said coolly, "we're not equipped to act recklessly. The exchange is our priority. If we lose those Celestial Dragons, the fallout will be catastrophic."

Kizaru chimed in lazily, "Yo~ It's almost like he's inviting us to follow him into the depths. But how many of us can even fight effectively down there?"

The room went silent. The disadvantage of underwater combat was glaringly obvious. Even with their overwhelming forces, the Marines would be severely handicapped in an underwater battle.

Garp chuckled softly, drawing all eyes to him. "This kid… he's really got us dancing to his tune. Makes me almost proud, seeing someone shake up those arrogant 'gods.'"

Sengoku shot him a glare. "This isn't the time for jokes, Garp."

"Who's joking?" Garp said, his grin fading. "The world's changing, Sengoku. You better keep up."

Fishman island

As the Night Monarch descended through the crystalline waters toward Fish-Man Island, the shimmering glow of the coral structures reflected off its coated hull, painting a mesmerizing scene that captivated all who witnessed it. The underwater city, nestled beneath the Red Line, came alive with whispers and hurried movements as the news of the infamous ship's arrival spread like wildfire.

Fish-Men and Merfolk of all ages gathered in droves near Coral Hill, their wide eyes fixed on the imposing silhouette of the Night Monarch. The ship's ominous flag, fluttering even beneath the water's surface, struck both fear and intrigue into the hearts of the onlookers. The sight of such a notorious crew arriving unannounced stirred unease among the citizens, many of whom bore deep scars—both literal and figurative—from the oppressive rule of the Celestial Dragons.

Max stood at the bow, his imposing figure silhouetted against the radiant glow of the underwater city. His crimson eyes gleamed with anticipation as he stared down at the kingdom sprawling before him. The faint hum of the Sea Kings in the distance added an almost theatrical tension to the moment. "Let's make this visit memorable," he said, his voice calm but laced with a commanding edge.

Behind him, the crew bustled with purpose. Gwen, perched on the railing, adjusted the bindings on one of the Celestial Dragons, her movements methodical yet laced with mockery. "Think King Neptune will welcome us with open arms?" she quipped, her smirk widening as she observed the terrified expressions of the so-called gods.

Max glanced at her, his expression unreadable. "Depends," he said after a moment, his tone measured. "On how much he values a kingdom free from their shadow."

Bullet cracked his knuckles, eyeing the trembling Celestial Dragons with disdain. "These 'gods' sure don't look divine now. Hard to believe these pathetic worms had the world dancing to their tune."

The crew shared a laugh, but Max's focus never wavered. "Laugh later," he said, his voice cutting through the mirth. "Right now, we've got an audience to impress."

When the Night Monarch finally docked at Coral Hill, the scene was nothing short of chaos. The Fish-Men and Merfolk, drawn by both curiosity and dread, crowded around the docking area, their eyes wide with disbelief. The gangplank lowered, and one by one, Max's crew disembarked, their presence radiating confidence and power.

Then came the main attraction.

Chained and stripped of their extravagant garments, the Celestial Dragons shuffled forward, their expressions a mix of terror and indignation. The golden collars and leashes—symbols of their control over slaves—were now reversed, their opulent accessories twisted into tools of their own humiliation. Their once-pristine skin was bruised and dirtied, their heads hung low in shame.

Gasps rippled through the crowd as the realization set in: these were the untouchable "gods," now paraded like common prisoners.

"Those are… Celestial Dragons!" one Fish-Man whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief.

"The World Nobles," another muttered, clutching his child protectively. "But how…?"

The emotions in the crowd were palpable. For many, the Celestial Dragons represented a lifetime of suffering—relatives taken as slaves, homes destroyed, lives uprooted. And now, those same figures of tyranny stood before them, powerless and broken.

"Is this real justice?" a young Merfolk girl asked, tugging at her mother's arm. The older woman, her eyes glistening with tears, could only nod.

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