The Temptation to Act #74

Pangaea Castle

Meeting Room

The grand hall of Pangaea Castle hummed with anticipation as kings from various realms gathered for a momentous meeting. It was an occasion of great significance, where rulers exchanged ideas and deliberated on pressing matters affecting their lands. The air teemed with a mix of excitement and curiosity.

The kings settled onto their heavily ornate chairs, and King Beer VI of the Roshwan Kingdom rose from his majestic throne. He cleared his throat to get the attention of the assembly. The room fell silent, and all eyes turned to him.

"Fellow monarchs," King Beer VI began, his voice resonating with authority. "Today, we convene to discuss matters that impact the future of our realms as planned. But before we proceed, if anyone would like to introduce a topic of importance beside the agreed upon topics, then please do so now."

King Thalassa Lucas of the former Ilisia Kingdom, a dignified figure with graying hair and a regal presence, leaned forward. His deep voice carried a tone of wisdom and experience as he interjected, "If I may, King Darius, I believe it's imperative that we address the matter of the revolutionary Dragon."

"This man's ideologies are dangerous... it is clear that he will become a great threat to us and the world government the World government..." King Thalassa said, raising a picture of Monkey D. Dragon as he spoke. "If we leave him to his devices, he will surely disturb the world's peace in five or six years from now."

A collective murmur swept through the hall, heads turning toward King Thalassa with curiosity and intrigue. Monkey D Dragon, the enigmatic revolutionary leader, had recently gained a reputation for challenging the world government and championing the cause of freedom.

King Wapol of the Drum Kingdom rolled his eyes dismissively. "Ah... how ridiculous. That has nothing to do with my country..." He added, casually picking his nose with his finger as he spoke.

"I rule my country so that my people would not be led astray by some revolutionary..." The obese king said, his tone and expression growing more obnoxious with every word leaving his mouth. "If you people feel threatened by him, that's your problem... it has nothing to do with me and my kingdom..." He concluded.

King Cobra of the Alabasta Kingdom suddenly snapped at Wapol's words rising up and slamming his hand on the table. "Wapol!" He bellowed, causing the obese king to flinch and almost fall off his seat.

"You're too selfish! What do you think this world summit, Reverie, is all about?!" King Cobra exclaimed, his expression dark. "be more responsible with your words, or don't bother to show up!" He added as he slowly sat down and turned away from Wapol.

King Thalassa Lucas nodded in agreement with King Cobra's words. "Indeed, Monkey D Dragon's activities hold consequences for the balance of power and the well-being of our kingdoms. We cannot afford to dismiss him lightly," He said as he looked at Wapol.

Wapol's face contorted with frustration. His voice tinged with arrogance. "Enough of this nonsense! I have no time for idle tales of revolutionaries. My kingdom's prosperity and obedience are guaranteed, and that's all that matters to me..." He said through gritted teeth.

King Beer VI, his voice laced with disappointment, spoke sternly to Wapol. "Wapol, your shortsightedness, and selfishness undermine the essence of our gathering. We must strive to understand the challenges and opportunities that lie before us beyond the boundaries of our domains."

The room held its breath, tension thick in the air. The clash of ideals and the rift between Wapol and the other kings became apparent. Monkey D Dragon's presence loomed over the gathering, a topic of both admiration and concern.

"Goddamned Nefertari Cobra..." Wapol faintly muttered in a barely audible tone, gritting his teeth as he glared at the king of Alabasta. "I'll show you responsible..." He added, his resentment apparent in his expression, but no one paid him any heed.

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Pangaea Castle

Socializing Plaza

Standing at my post, I couldn't help but yawn, feeling bored, as I looked around and saw nothing but greenery and marine soldiers all over the courtyard. 'Well... at least I don't have to spend any effort protecting the scumbags inside...' I mused, internally chuckling.

The courtyard was quiet as the marine soldiers stuck to their posts, each standing like a statue without moving or speaking. However, the silence soon broke as shouting came from outside.

I turned to investigate and couldn't help but sigh at the sight of a chubby man with an obese face and what seemed to be stubble under his thick lips. "Move, you waste of air! What a useless mount you are!" The man exclaimed, whipping at the back of a tall, muscular man.

'Great... it's this fucking guy...' I mused, instantly recognizing the man as Saint Charlos. My expression only worsened as I noticed the marines and armored guards bowing down as he approached the courtyard.

I searched for Garp and found no trace of him, causing me to shrug and hide. 'Yeah... I'm not bowing down to some space pig...' I couldn't help but scowl, activating Soru and disappearing out of sight without hesitation.

I appeared on a balcony overlooking the courtyard and promptly sat down to see what was happening. The celestial dragon, Saint Charlos, arrived at the center of the plaza, and his first action was shooting a marine soldier in the chest.

"Insolent bastard! Bend your knee all the way in my presence!" Saint Charlos said, holding a smoking flintlock with one hand and picking his nose with the other.

The marine soldiers around him cowered in fear, their faces pale and their bodies trembling. None dared to move or speak, knowing the unspeakable consequences of defying a celestial dragon.

Saint Charlos continued his display of power, strolling leisurely through the plaza while shooting at various objects in the plaza. He seemed to enjoy dominating the helpless marines, relishing in their fear and submission.

As I watched the scene unfold, my frustration grew. I was by no means a bleeding heart. I knew my time with the Marines would sooner or later come to an end, and yet, I couldn't help but imagine my fist buried into the face of Saint Charlos.

For a moment, I seriously considered taking action despite my better judgment, but I didn't need to as another celestial dragon appeared, riding on the back of yet another slave.

He was an older man with a hairstyle curling upward, which he shared with Saint Charlos, a curly black mustache, a fluffy gray beard, and wore black shades.

"Charlos, what are you doing, my son?" The newcomer, Saint Rosward, said as he looked at Charlos. "Your sister is already waiting for us at the Red Port... we shouldn't keep her waiting..." He added, trailing at the end of his sentence.

Charlos lowered his flintlock and turned to face his father, a mischievous grin on his face. "Ah, Daddy, I was merely having some fun with these pitiful insects," he replied, his voice dripping with arrogance. "But you're right. Let's not keep sister waiting..."

With an air of superiority, Charlos turned away from the Marines and strutted out of the plaza, followed closely by Saint Rosward. The marines and the bystanders let out a collective sigh of relief as the oppressive presence of the celestial dragons diminished.

I remained on the balcony, watching as the two celestial dragons disappeared from sight. Despite their departure, a sense of unease lingered in the air.

Once the father and son duo left, I sighed in relief and jumped down the balcony, rushing toward the downed marine. "Out of my way!" I said, causing the soldiers around him to disperse and open the way.

I quickly kneeled down next to the marine and inspected his wounds with my X-ray vision, promptly sighing in relief. "Good thing that guy's aim is shit..." I muttered to no one in particular as I removed the man's shirt and retrieved my surgery kit.

I could barely disinfect the bullet wound before stopping as I felt a hand on my shoulder, prompting me to stop. I turned around and found an older marine soldier staring at me with a bitter expression.

"It's better to leave him be, young man..." The older marine said as he shook his head. "The world nobles want this man dead. They won't be pleased if they find out you helped him..." He added, his tone resigned as he tried to pull me away.

"I don't care. I'm not letting this man die..." I said, scowling as I slapped the older marine's hand away from my shoulder. "If your not going to be useful, then get the fuck out of my way!" I added, ingoring the man's presence to focus on the task at hand.

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