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Neptune's gaze softened as he listened. He understood the reasoning behind Max's restrictions. The events of the previous day had made it clear: granting too much power indiscriminately could lead to chaos.

"I see," Neptune replied with a nod. "We will abide by your terms. You've already shown us the dangers of greed. This step will safeguard not only our people but the stability of our kingdom."

Max's eyes glinted with approval as he continued. "These ten, alongside your family, will form the backbone of Fish-Man Island's defense. Train them, strengthen them, and ensure they uphold the peace of your realm. With this power, no pirate or invader will dare to threaten you again."

Neptune bowed his head slightly in gratitude. "You have our thanks, Max. I can only hope that this alliance brings prosperity to both our people."

As the discussion concluded, Gwen whispered to him, "Looks like the king knows how to play the game. He's not taking any chances after yesterday."

Max smiled. "Smart move. Let's just hope the rest of his court doesn't mess it up again."

Max turned his back to the railing, gesturing toward the potion that Patrick handed over. "These potions are a gift, but remember—they're also a responsibility. Use them wisely, Your Majesty."

Neptune accepted the vials with both hands, the weight of the moment clear in his expression. "We will not forget this, Max. You've given us hope for a stronger future."

With their agreement solidified, the royal entourage descended from the Night Monarch, leaving Max and his crew to prepare for their next steps. As Neptune walked back toward Ryugu Palace, the vibrant streets of Fish-Man Island seemed brighter, filled with a renewed sense of purpose.

Meanwhile, aboard the Night Monarch, Max addressed his crew. "This is just the beginning. Fish-Man Island is secure, but there's more to be done. The New World waits, and so does our products."

The crew cheered, their spirits high as they prepared to set sail once more—this time toward the New World.

The Night Monarch buzzed with energy as everyone rushed to their stations. The massive coated ship glided through the water, cutting effortlessly through the coral-dotted depths of Fish-Man Island. Max stood at the helm, his gaze fixed on the horizon, where the mysteries and challenges of the New World awaited.

Gwen, perched on the ship's mast, gazed into the distance with excitement. "So, what's the plan, Captain? Where are we going to sell our merchandise." She asked as she is also eager to let these bastards have a taste of their own medicine.

Gwen leaned against the railing, a smirk on her face. "Selling these parasites to the right bidder will cause enough ripples to shake even the World Government."

Bullet, his massive frame dwarfing most of the deck, cracked his knuckles. "They'll finally understand what it means to be powerless."

Leo, smiled as he drank alcohol. "We need to ensure the trade is widely. The more people who know, the better. "

Patrick, standing near the captured Celestial Dragons, chuckled. "No worries. After what we've done so far, the world is already watching us."

World, silent as usual, stood by the mast, his imposing figure a reminder of the crew's combined strength.

The ship's sails caught the wind, and The Night Monarch began its journey to the New World. As the ship cut through the waves,

The Night Monarch sailed smoothly through the treacherous waters of the New World. Its dark sails and ominous aura struck fear into the hearts of smaller ships that dared to get close. As the ship approached a bustling island, the crew noticed a lively port town surrounded by jagged cliffs.

"This'll do," Max said from the helm, his piercing gaze scanning the island. "We'll set up shop here, but first, we need to ensure our message gets out to the world."

Gwen hopped down from her perch on the mast, a sly grin on her face. "Let me guess—you want the headline to make every corner of the world tremble?"

Max smirked. "Precisely. And who better to help with that than the king of information himself?"

The Night Monarch docked at the port, drawing the wary eyes of the locals. Max and his crew disembarked, their presence commanding respect and fear. The Celestial Dragons were transported under heavy guard, chained and gagged to prevent any interference.

In the heart of the island, they found a luxurious estate owned by one of the World Economic Journal's major shareholders. Max wasted no time. He sent a message directly to Big News Morgans, the eccentric and opportunistic president of the newspaper.

Within hours, the massive albatross Zoan flew onto the island, his wings flapping dramatically as he landed in the estate's grand hall. Morgans adjusted his monocle and cackled. "Max! The infamous Night Monarch! You don't just call me for tea—what's the scoop?"

Max gestured to the restrained Celestial Dragons, their once-pristine garments now tattered. "I want you to spread the news. An auction. These parasites are going to be sold to the highest bidders. Let the world know—nobles, pirates, revolutionaries—I want everyone aware."

Morgans' beady eyes gleamed with excitement. "You're serious? This will be the biggest story since the Pirate King's execution!" He flapped his wings, his beak clicking as he grinned. "You've got yourself a deal, Max. The world won't be able to ignore this!"

Gwen leaned against a pillar, her arms crossed. "Make sure the headline stings, Morgans. Something they'll never forget."

"How about 'Gods on Sale: The Night Monarch's Defiance of the World Government'?" Morgans suggested with a dramatic flair.

Max nodded approvingly. "Perfect. Spread it far and wide."

Morgans wasted no time. Within minutes, he had his reporters scrambling, sending news pigeons and distributing papers across the seas. The world would wake up to the shocking revelation that the untouchable Celestial Dragons were now mere merchandise in Max's hands.

As Morgans left to oversee the global distribution, Max turned to his crew. "Now we wait. Once the bidders come, we make our move—and let the world see that even the so-called gods can fall."

Bullet grinned, his massive arms crossed. "This is going to be fun."

Leo chuckled, raising his drink. "Let's give them a show they'll never forget."

The crew settled in, preparing the island for the arrival of the bidders. As the sun set, casting an eerie glow over the New World, The Night Monarch's crew stood ready, knowing that their next move would shake the very foundations of the world.

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