PIRATES: I WORK IN NAVY FROM NINE TO FIVE

A terrifying pressure swept across heaven and earth. Residual Conqueror's Haki and thunderous energy churned and surged like storm clouds ready to crush the city beneath them.

Down below, Miss Bakkin stood frozen, her scalp tingling from the overwhelming aura. Just one more glance at the crimson qilin looming high above was enough to send shivers through her spine. She couldn't hold back anymore and screamed—

"Weevil, run! Get out of there!"

Run?

Luo Yu raised his flask and took another swig of burning liquor, replying flatly:

"Too late."

"Qilin."

ROAR!

The sound that followed was not thunder, but an ear-splitting divine beast's roar.

The blood-red qilin moved first.

The thousands of meters of suppressed lightning in the sky exploded downward in a torrential cascade.

BOOOOOOOM!

Miss Bakkin had just turned to flee—

—and was instantly swallowed whole by the falling sea of crimson thunder.

The resulting blast wind howled across the battlefield like a godborn hurricane, tearing through everything for thousands of meters.

At the outskirts, the evacuated Marines—including Vice Admiral Momonga—finally understood why Smoker had insisted on dragging them so far from the battlefield in the first place.

Because in the face of a divine qilin's wrath—this wasn't a clash.

This was a natural disaster.

They didn't even have time to run. The shockwave reached them all the same.

BOOM!

Thunder roared like a crashing sky.

Dust and rubble swirled through the air, swept into the chaos of the storm.

When the battered Marines finally struggled to their feet amidst the wreckage and sand, the scene before them made their pupils constrict sharply.

The small town square that had once stood here had become a charred ruin.

In the center, a massive crater yawned open—and within it, half-buried in scorched earth, was a bloodied figure.

His clothing was tattered, soaked in blood and grime. He looked utterly beaten, humiliated beyond recognition.

Was this truly the same figure once proclaimed as a Warlord candidate—the "son of Whitebeard"?

Had they not seen it with their own eyes, none of them would have believed it.

A monster like that, beaten down in a head-on clash?

"Weevil! My baby boy, are you alright?!"

From the wreckage a kilometer away, Miss Bakkin clawed her way up, her voice shrill with panic.

"Get up! Don't forget—you need to show your strength to earn your father's approval!"

"Mom… don't worry… I can still fight! I'll beat him! I'll prove myself to Dad!"

Charred and shaking, Weevil dragged himself from the scorched pit.

The crude stitches on his body sparked with static discharge, crackling with leftover voltage.

Luo Yu's brows arched slightly in surprise.

So this so-called "son of Whitebeard" was likely a failed creation of the World Government's SSG unit—a botched clone meant to replicate Whitebeard's power.

Probably one of the earlier prototypes of the Seraphim Project, an artificial monster infused with devastating strength and terrifying slashes.

If he were truly Whitebeard's biological son, there wouldn't have been a need for a ship full of "sons"…

"Weevil, you didn't let Mama down!" Miss Bakkin's face lit up with manic joy. She shrieked furiously at Luo Yu:

"You vile Navy admiral! I already said my baby boy is the Government's official Warlord pick! How dare you attack a Warlord? You're challenging the World Government's authority!"

"I'll report you to both Marine HQ and the Celestial Dragons! That attack just now—wasn't that your ultimate move?! Since you've used up your trump card, it's our turn now!"

"Weevil! Chop his arm off!"

"Got it, Mama!" Weevil sniffled again, completely unfazed by his injuries.

But just as he began to move—

The very air around them began to shake.

Thunderous hums echoed.

Brilliantly colored magic circles unfurled beneath Luo Yu's feet, illuminating the ground in dazzling hues.

The surrounding pressure surged again—even stronger than before.

Nine colossal magic arrays, stacked like a towering pagoda, shot skyward and pierced the clouds.

In that instant, the heavens were stained in rainbow light.

An eerie, majestic scene that made everyone present involuntarily swallow their breath.

No one had expected this.

Even after summoning a Haki beast like the qilin, Luo Yu still had power left in reserve?

Miss Bakkin's face went rigid. Her mind blanked.

She had never imagined this so-called rookie admiral would have yet another trump card.

Weevil was already heavily injured from the last attack.

If this bizarre move landed—

Would he even be able to walk away in one piece?

"Admiral Luo Yu… Weevil is just a child! He's the chosen Warlord—he's protected by the World Government! According to the rules, you can't attack him!"

Miss Bakkin screamed again, desperation overtaking arrogance.

But Luo Yu remained calm, feeling the life force drain from his body to power the immense magic array.

He did a quick mental calculation and replied:

"Of course I know he's a child. But I haven't laid a finger on him. Everyone here can vouch for that."

"Besides, I'm new around here. Don't talk to me about rules—I don't know them."

His flat, matter-of-fact tone rang out under the suffocating pressure of the magic circles.

In the distance, Cavendish, who had already been mentally broken by the prior displays, finally understood why Luo Yu had repeatedly emphasized he was a "new admiral."

Newbies don't play by the rules.

Looking at the surging magical force in the sky, Cavendish gave up all thoughts of testing his strength again.

He was done.

"Super-Tier Spell: Heavenfall!"

Luo Yu lifted his flask once more and took a long drink.

Then—

The rainbow-colored magic array above burst.

A tide of divine magic, compressed to the extreme, crashed down like a broken dam.

In that moment, Miss Bakkin finally understood something she had denied this entire battle.

In front of this new admiral…

Warlord titles, political connections, parentage, "child" status—

All of it was worthless.

BOOM!

Heaven itself came crashing down.

The divine energy slammed into the battlefield like a molten meteor.

The searing heat wave engulfed everything within a kilometer radius, incinerating even the scorched earth.

In the eye of the storm, Weevil barely managed to raise his naginata—

Before he was completely consumed by Heavenfall.

Three days later.

Within the Calm Belt, a massive pirate ship surged forward, pulled by giant Sea Kings.

The massive mammoth skull at the bow glared with primal ferocity.

The pirate flag drooped from the mast in the still air—its design only half-visible, but enough to send a chill down any sailor's spine.

If anyone had crossed paths with this vessel—

They would have been shaken to their core.

Because in this vast ocean—

Flying the banner of a Yonko, especially the banner of the Beasts Pirates, known for their brutal savagery—

—was a sign that God's domain had been trespassed.

And for those who saw it—

Death was usually not far behind.