Six figures emerged from Kulusimia Island.
Walking at the very front was Kong, a towering old man with white, pineapple-shaped hair. He wore a sleeveless brown shirt decorated with medals, and a Justice cloak draped over his shoulders.
Kuzan was extremely familiar with this man.
It was none other than his direct superior, the World Government's Commander in Chief, Kong.
He stood at the absolute peak of the World Government military structure.
During the era of his former mentors, Garp and Sengoku, Kong had once served as Fleet Admiral of the Marines.
His strength was monstrous, even said to surpass Garp's.
Behind him stood five Special Agents dressed in black knight uniforms.
Kuzan was familiar with those uniforms. They were standard issue for the God's Knights.
He briefly counted them and muttered, "So these are all members of the God's Knights."
His brows tightened slightly, and the hand he had raised slowly lowered.
"It seems this is not the right time."
As the six figures entered the battlefield, their presence immediately caused a stir across Brown Square.
Enel sensed the overwhelming auras and repelled S-Jolt and S-Glutton before turning his head.
He immediately broke into laughter.
"Yeah hahahaha, more insects coming to die? This god was getting bored anyway."
Crocodile clicked his tongue at his words.
"You're still thinking about what's in the pot while eating from the bowl. Deal with the enemies in front of you first."
Enel's expression darkened instantly.
He turned toward Crocodile.
"You bastard, how dare you—"
Before he could finish, his voice stopped abruptly.
"You... how did you do that?"
In front of Crocodile lay two broken, decaying bodies.
Upon closer inspection, they were Seraphim S-Beast and S-Hair.
Enel's eyes narrowed.
Earlier, his own Seraphim opponents had been absurdly durable.
No matter how many lightning strikes he unleashed, they barely took damage, like indestructible shells with regeneration.
He did not believe his attacks were weaker than Crocodile's.
Something was wrong.
Seeing Enel's frustration, Crocodile laughed.
"Hahaha, then beg me."
Enel's veins bulged.
"Get lost! You want this god to beg you? In your next life!"
He immediately turned back and continued engaging the charging S-Jolt and S-Glutton.
"Hah." Crocodile let out another amused chuckle.
Then he looked toward Nami and Hancock.
"Hey Nami, Hancock, doesn't that guy look like a fool?"
Nami nodded without hesitation.
"He probably is one."
Enel heard this and turned back again, his shock deepening.
Nami, Hancock, and Crocodile had already finished their battles.
Not far away, the Seraphim lay in ruins, except for one.
S-Snake remained intact.
After all, she had been created using Hancock's own lineage factor. There was an instinctive connection there.
Although she spoke coldly, there was still a faint hesitation in her actions.
At that moment, Enel could no longer stay composed.
As someone who refused to be second in anything, especially not to Crocodile, he would not accept falling behind.
That was more unbearable to him than anything else.
Crocodile ignored him completely.
He tilted his head toward the incoming direction of the new auras.
"Hah, new enemies. My hands are free now."
He began walking toward Kong and the God's Knights.
Nami sighed lightly.
"How childish. Lina, let's go too."
Lina glanced between Crocodile and the raging Enel.
With a slightly innocent expression, she asked, "Nami, why don't we tell him the secret?"
Nami immediately flicked her forehead.
"What are you thinking? Let's go."
She pulled Lina along and walked away.
Lina then called out to Hancock, who was still observing S-Snake.
"Sister Hancock, let's go. New enemies have appeared."
Hancock turned slightly and spoke to Franky.
"Hey, pervert. You're heading back to the ship, right? Take this Seraphim with you."
Franky instantly reacted with exaggerated shyness.
"Pervert? Don't praise me like that, I'll get shy~~~"
He twisted his body awkwardly in place.
Hancock's expression turned cold at once.
A chilling aura spread.
Franky shivered, straightened up immediately, and pounded his chest.
"AHO~~ No problem, leave it to me!"
Hancock continued, her voice sharp.
"Be careful. If she is damaged, you will answer for it."
"AHO~ Got it!"
Franky carefully lifted S-Snake and flew toward the Skybreaker in the sky.
Hancock glanced at S-Snake as she left, a brief flicker of tenderness passing through her eyes.
Then she turned toward the Gorosei battlefield, her gaze turning ice cold.
"You all deserve to die."
Without another word, she walked off.
…
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Footsteps echoed as Kong slowly ascended the steps toward the execution platform.
"Kong Marshal, long time no see."
Kuzan turned slightly to greet him.
Kong did not respond immediately. He stepped forward until he stood beside Kuzan, scanning the chaotic battlefield below.
"Kuzan, what do you think of this world?"
The sudden question made Kuzan pause.
He glanced at the old man, unsure of the intent behind it.
"This world? It is what it is. The strong make the rules, and the weak obey."
Kong seemed momentarily surprised by the answer, then exhaled slowly.
"Alas."
He nodded.
"Yes. This is a world where the strong devour the weak. Power decides everything."
"To survive in such a world, one must constantly grow stronger."
He gestured toward the battlefield below.
"Look at this war. Is it not proof enough?"
Kuzan was not surprised. He had long known Kong held this belief.
The man worshipped strength above all else.
That was why even at his age, his power remained monstrous.
Kuzan then asked, "Then what do you think of the people at the bottom of this world?"
Kong's expression hardened.
"The law of this world is simple. The strong survive, the weak perish. Weakness itself is the original sin."
Kuzan's eyes narrowed slightly.
So that is how he sees it.
Kong continued.
"When I was three years old, pirates attacked my hometown."
"My entire town was destroyed. My family was killed."
"There were many children my age."
"Some were stronger than me. More physically gifted."
"But only I trained relentlessly and became stronger."
"At ten years old, I killed those bandits."
He shook his head.
"I was not born strong. I had no special background."
"I simply refused to accept fate."
He clenched his fist and raised it slightly.
"That is why there are no truly weak people in this world."
"There are only those who refuse to struggle and those who do."
He looked directly at Kuzan.
"So you ask me how I view the people at the bottom?"
"Weakness is their original sin."