People are sailing and synthesize the devil fruit of phantom beast sp

Sakazuki took a long drag from his cigar.

Facing Sengoku's question, he exhaled slowly and replied in a calm tone, "There's no need for guesswork. Jin Guduo, the captain of Whitebeard's 11th division, is currently on Kainars Island. I'll head there myself and bring him in."

When Sengoku heard this, he immediately understood Sakazuki's intent: arrest a key member of the Whitebeard Pirates and interrogate him for information on their recent activities. A solid strategy.

As the saying goes, know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated. Sengoku had no objections.

"Take three vice admirals and a thousand troops," Sengoku ordered.

Sakazuki gave a sharp smile and rose to his feet. "Don't worry. We'll get the job done."

As Sakazuki departed, the global undercurrents began to surge. The balance of power was shifting once again.

At the Navy Port

With the Whitebeard Pirates now in the crosshairs, the Navy began mobilizing all officers ranked Commander and above from around the globe.

Smoker had also been summoned to HQ.

He stood on the deck of his ship, cigar clenched between his teeth, exhaling thick smoke. As he arrived at the naval port, he spotted the massive Buster Call battleship slowly pulling away from the dock. At its bow, standing at the bridge, was Admiral Akainu—his red uniform fluttering in the biting wind.

Akainu gave Smoker a glance but otherwise ignored him.

Although Smoker possessed the Smoke-Smoke Fruit, his strength didn't even register on Sakazuki's radar.

"Tch… That bastard! Just like that guy Kairos Flint…"

The moment Smoker felt dismissed, his blood boiled. Thinking of Kairos made it worse. The last time they crossed paths, he had suffered a humiliating defeat—one of the biggest in his career.

After losing to Kairos, Smoker had been taught Haki basics by the very man who beat him. In the short time since, Kairos's growth had been terrifying—so much so that even the World Government was now forced to acknowledge him.

Smoker's pride had taken a hit, but it had driven him to train even harder. He had immersed himself in combat drills and intense study. In just a short few weeks, he had finally reached the level of a vice admiral.

With his Devil Fruit power added in, he had become one of the few exceptional vice admirals.

But it still wasn't enough.

Still nursing that grudge, Smoker was now back at Navy HQ.

"I wonder if that bastard Kairos Flint will be on the battlefield this time," he muttered. He clenched his fists. He didn't care how big the gap was—he wanted to punch that smug face at least once.

As Smoker's ship pulled into port, his eyes widened in disbelief.

In less than half a month, the Navy had assembled all commanding officers from the Four Seas and the New World.

As far as his eyes could see, the port was swarming with Navy personnel—officers in every corner. Barracks, training fields, inner courtyards—all filled with elite troops.

Then, in the distance, towering figures moved with thunderous steps.

Eight giant vice admirals.

Smoker's pupils shrank.

This… this kind of formation…

To deal with the Four Emperors… they were really pulling out everything.

Meanwhile, over the East Blue

The Mythic Sky Fortress sailed on leisurely.

Kairos Flint had no fixed destination. They didn't know where the floating island was, so he decided to just go with the flow.

It had already been seven days since Nami, Uta, and Robin had departed.

Kairos tried to reach them through a Den Den Mushi, but he found that Uta was no longer at the island they'd last contacted.

They were still out searching.

Kairos lounged on the deck, soaking in the sun. He pulled out the phone snail and dialed again.

Gulu gulu…

The call connected. On the other end, Morgans' voice came through, loud and flustered.

"Kairos! I'm swamped! What do you need?"

The chaos in Morgans' newsroom could be heard clearly—staff shouting, pens scratching, printing machines running non-stop.

Kairos crossed his legs and spoke lazily, "Clear a front-page spot for me. I've got major news."

Morgans paused, intrigued. Big news?

He suddenly raised his hand and shouted, "Silence!" The room fell quiet in an instant.

"Kairos… talk to me."

"Five billion berries," Kairos replied casually. "That's the price."

"Five billion?! Come on, Kairos—same as last time. I'll give you 3.5 billion."

"Nope. I'll take it to another paper."

Click.

Kairos hung up without another word.

Morgans froze.

He stared at the snail receiver, furious. This bastard!

He wanted to curse aloud but held it in. He knew Kairos was temperamental. Last time, the man had handed him one of the biggest scoops in history—the deaths of three Celestial Dragons. That headline alone had raked in billions.

Morgans had reprinted the story for days, selling out every single time.

He'd only paid Kairos 3.5 billion, but made way more than that. So now, with Kairos offering another exclusive…

If he sold it to someone else?

That would be a massive loss.

Panic rising, Morgans immediately called back—but Kairos rejected the call.

Again.

Now he was sweating.

Desperate, he kept dialing, not caring whether it would anger Kairos. This news was worth five billion—and possibly far more.

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