The Sealed Hero:Rise Of The Harem King

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Three days passed.

The rebels moved like a phantom wind across Alabasta's deserts. Just as Rael had predicted, striking the supply lines threw Baroque Works into confusion. Entire caravans vanished in the dunes. Crocodile's men tried to rally, but the rebels never stayed long enough to be caught. Fires lit the nights—symbols of rebellion in villages once choked by fear.

But now, all attention turned to the heart of the kingdom.

Rainbase.

The city stood like a monolith of stone and corruption. At its center was the Rain Dinners Casino, Crocodile's gilded throne wrapped in lies and wealth. And beneath it… the search for Pluton continued.

Rael, Kaya, Vivi, and a small strike team arrived at the edge of the city before dawn.

From a ridge overlooking Rainbase, the group crouched in silence.

"There it is," Vivi whispered, her voice tense. "Where everything begins… and ends."

Kaya scanned the city through a spyglass. "Guards doubled. Barricades on the streets. They're ready."

"Let them be," Rael said coolly. "We're not going through the front."

He turned toward the rear of the ridge where a rocky slope descended toward a half-buried aqueduct.

"Miss Sunday said this passage leads directly into the lower levels," he explained. "Old water channels. Forgotten by most."

Vivi hesitated. "You trust her?"

"No," Rael replied. "But I trust her to want Crocodile dead."

They slipped down the slope under the rising sun, cloaked by dust and silence.

Inside the aqueducts, it was dark and cold. The walls were slick with moisture, and echoes of dripping water guided them. Torches were forbidden; they moved by the faint blue glow of Rael's summoned energy.

The air smelled of rust and salt.

"This place feels cursed," one rebel muttered.

"It's not cursed," Rael said. "It's ancient. Crocodile isn't the first tyrant to squat here."

"Quiet," Kaya warned, drawing her pistol. "Footsteps."

Ahead, the channel opened into a cavernous substructure. Two guards stood watch near a rusted gate. One was half-asleep.

Rael didn't hesitate. He stepped forward, and in a flash of movement, both men were unconscious on the ground.

"No killing," he reminded the team. "We make an example. Not a massacre."

They pressed forward, deeper into the underbelly of Rainbase.

Soon, they reached a chamber where pillars stretched toward the ceiling and strange carvings lined the walls. Here, Crocodile's excavation had begun—large machines, ancient stone, and crates of documents scattered across the floor.

Vivi froze. "This is it…"

She rushed to one of the crates and pulled out a scroll, her hands shaking. "He's been cataloging Pluton's location. He's close."

Suddenly, a slow clap echoed across the room.

"Well, well."

From the shadows, Crocodile stepped into view. Dressed in his usual black coat and golden hook gleaming in the dim light, his smirk was pure venom.

"I expected rats," he said. "But this? The princess herself. And her… knight?"

Rael stepped forward, eyes sharp. "You've lost."

Crocodile raised an eyebrow. "Have I?"

The floor trembled. From the other side of the chamber, more of his men poured in. Elite agents—hundreds of them.

"You brought twelve people," Crocodile mocked. "And I brought an army."

Rael cracked his knuckles. "That's enough."

Vivi stood beside him, defiant. "You won't take this kingdom."

Kaya raised her weapon. "Not while we still breathe."

The standoff was seconds from explosion.

Then—chaos.

Rael surged forward like a thunderclap. With a blur of movement, he punched through the front lines, sending agents flying. The strike team followed, engaging in brutal hand-to-hand skirmishes. Kaya fired precise shots, protecting the rear. Vivi used the terrain, moving like a ghost between pillars and disabling enemy scouts.

Crocodile watched with a mixture of curiosity and calculation.

Rael reached him in seconds.

"Come on, warlord," Rael growled. "Let's dance."

Crocodile's grin widened. "With pleasure."

Their clash shook the chamber. Sand clashed against raw power. Rael's strikes were like hammers—relentless and precise. But something strange happened. Every time Rael's fists made contact, Crocodile's body dispersed into sand.

Rael paused mid-fight, backing off a step as the dust reformed into Crocodile's grinning face.

"…Interesting," Rael muttered.

Crocodile laughed. "You're strong, I'll give you that. But you're too late to realize it."

"Logia…" Rael said to himself. "So this is one of the types of Devil Fruits."

He recalled the system's brief explanation before—Logia, Paramecia, and Zoan. Crocodile's body itself had become sand, intangible to normal attacks.

Fascinating.

Crocodile extended his hand. "You're finished. You can't touch me."

He reached forward, sand snaking from his fingers, trying to drain the moisture from Rael's arm—but the moment it connected, something unexpected happened.

Rael didn't flinch. He grabbed Crocodile's wrist.

"What—!?"

A crackle of power surged from Rael's palm, and Crocodile stumbled backward, flickering into sand again, but not before pain twisted his face.

"…What was that?" Crocodile hissed.

Rael stood there, eyes glowing faintly. "Looks like I'm not so 'physical' after all."

The chamber went dead silent as both sides paused.

And Rael smiled faintly.

"You're not the only one who breaks the rules."

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