One Piece: Killer Method 75

I finished extracting the bullet and stitched up the marine soldier' wound, sighing in relief as I inspected his vitals again and realized his condition was stable. "Someone take this guy back to his ship so he gets some rest..." I said as I raised my head and looked at the gathered marines. 

Much to my frustration, every soldier I met eyes with looked away with a bitter expression, causing me to frown. I felt anger brewing inside me, and I was just about ready to snap when Garp's voice echoed in the plaza. 

"You heard the brats!" The vice admiral exclaimed as he walked into the plaza, his expression dark. "Hurry up and get this guy back to the Red Port," He instructed, and the marines instantly snapped to attention at his words and complied. 

Garp watched two marines pick up the wounded soldier and take him away before he approached me. "You wanted to know why I brought you here, brat... well, now you know..." He said in a somber, grave tone that didn't match his usually easygoing, laidback demeanor. 

"As marines, it is our duty to protect the weak and the helpless. And yet..." The vice admiral said, trailing at the end of his sentence. "Pirates aren't the only threat to the people..." He added as he turned away from and looked at the Domain of the Gods beyond Pangaea Castle, where the celestial dragons lived. 

"Sometimes we can only grit our teeth and watch from the sidelines... and that's the truth of our world..." The vice admiral said as he turned back to me. "As long as you continue to live and serve as a marine... you'll have the chance to help even more people..." He added as he turned around and walked away from me. 

"Never forget that, brat..." 

As I watched Garp walk away, his words resonated within me. The weight of the world's injustices and the limitations of my role as a marine soldier bore down on me like never before. I realized that becoming a marine wasn't just about upholding justice. It was about navigating a complex web of power and responsibility.

Deep in thought, I lingered in the plaza, the echoes of Garp's words swirling in my mind. The wounded marine had been taken away, and the tension that had gripped the air seemed to dissipate. Yet, the presence of the celestial dragons still lingered, a constant reminder of the inequality and corruption that plagued the world.

I couldn't help but question my own purpose and the path I had chosen. I had been reborn in the world of One Piece with memories of a different life. I didn't want to be a marine forever, blindly following orders and suffering insufferable people like Charlos. 

I had grown used to being a marine in the past year, but the events I had witnessed in Pangaea Castle so far and the encounter with Saint Charlos had ignited a fire within me, a desire for change and a longing to be free. I knew I couldn't stand idly by, constrained by the limitations of my position.

With a renewed determination, I made up my mind. I would continue my service as a marine for now, using the resources and opportunities it provided to gather knowledge, strength, and allies. But my ultimate goal was to break free from the chains that bound me and forge my own path.

I would become a force of nature to be reckoned with. Someone capable of challenging the world government and the celestial dragons. I had no intention of becoming some savior, fighting for freedom and equality. No. My motives were entirely selfish. 

I didn't enjoy watching from the sidelines. I desperately wanted to get in there and punch that waste of air, Charlos, back into his mother's womb, but I knew better. 

I knew better than to act rashly and jeopardize not only my own life but also the lives of those I cared about. I needed a plan, a strategy to navigate this treacherous world and achieve my own goals.

As I pondered my next move, I realized I needed to gather information and form alliances with like-minded individuals who could help me in my quest. The world was vast and filled with different factions, each with their own agendas. I needed to find those who shared my desire for change and were willing to challenge the status quo.

With newfound determination, I decided to use my position as a marine to my advantage. I would rise through the ranks and gain access to higher-level information and resources. It would enable me to gather intelligence, identify potential allies, and learn about the world's power dynamics.

But I also knew that blindly following orders and unquestioningly serving the corrupt system would not lead me to the change I sought. I needed to be strategic and careful in my actions, finding opportunities to subvert the system from within while maintaining a facade of loyalty.

In the meantime, I would train hard and hone my skills, intellectual and physical. I would seek out mentors and learn from the best, improving my combat abilities, strategic thinking, and understanding of the world. I needed to become a formidable force capable of standing up against the oppressive forces that held the world in their grip.

I would continue to observe and analyze the actions of the celestial dragons and the world government, understanding their weaknesses and vulnerabilities. The world was far from fair, but I would exploit the loopholes and hidden truths to dismantle the corrupt system bit by bit.

And when the time was right, when I had gathered enough strength and allies, I would make my move. I would challenge the celestial dragons, expose their atrocities to the world, and put them in their place once and for all. 

But until then, I would bide my time, carefully treading my chosen path. I had no illusions about the challenges and sacrifices that lay ahead. The road to change would be treacherous and filled with hardships, but I was determined to see it through.

I now had a purpose. 

...

The reverie meeting had ended, and the monarchs, accompanied by their trusted companions and advisors, gathered in the grand plaza of Pangaea Castle. The atmosphere was filled with relief and excitement as the leaders from various kingdoms took the opportunity to socialize and strengthen diplomatic ties.

Among the crowd, King Wapol of the Drum Kingdom spotted Princess Vivi, the eight-year-old daughter of King Nefertari Cobra of Alabasta, conversing with her own entourage. A malicious gleam sparkled in Wapol's eyes as he remembered the scolding he had received from Cobra during the meeting.

A wicked smile curled on Wapol's lips as he seized the chance to settle the score with his nemesis. He maneuvered his way through the crowd, his footsteps calculated and deliberate. His palm was stiff and wide, ready to strike a blow that would incite chaos between their kingdoms.  

As Wapol approached Vivi, her attention still engaged in conversation, he prepared to deliver a resounding slap. "Ah! My hand slipped!" The obese king exclaimed, swinging his arm forward, aiming for Vivi's face, but his hand stopped mid-air before impact.

Luckily, Cedric had noticed Wapol's intentions and swiftly reacted as he remembered the incident from his past life. His firm grip intercepted the slap, preventing it from reaching its target. 

"You hand slipped, eh?" The young marine loudly exclaimed, smiling as he looked down at Wapol. "Then it's fortunate I was here to catch it before it caused a diplomatic incident..." He exclaimed, his tone growing louder and cutting through the ambient chatter. 

Wapol's face contorted with rage, his attempts to break free from Cedric's grasp proving futile. "Unhand me, you fool! This is between Cobra and me," he seethed, his voice laced with venom.

At Wapol's words, Cedric merely smiled, showing no intention of letting go, which only served to fuel the obese king's rage further. He gritted his teeth and raised his other hand, still intent on assaulting the young princess. 

The young marine saw it coming and quickly caught his hand with a sigh and troubled expression. Still, Cedric said nothing as he turned to Vice Admiral Garp with a questioning look, and the latter merely shrugged. 

"Ah... my head slipped..." Cedric said, stretching his neck back and burying his head into Wapol's nose, causing it to break with a sickening crunch of bones and a jet of blood as the obese king flew back and crashed into a pillar behind him.