I, The Celestial Dragon, Rule The Heavens Through The Double Gate

Sabaody Archipelago

The Sabaody Archipelago lies in the middle of the Grand Line, just before the Red Line.

It is also a massive commercial island.

Its various facilities are incredibly well-equipped, attracting all kinds of characters.

Whether it's Marines, pirates, pirate hunters, or Celestial Dragons, they all find their way here.

At this moment, in the 13th area of ​​the Sabaody Archipelago, inside a tavern...

Shakky took a drag on her cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring, and said to Rayleigh sitting in front of her, "This is troublesome. There's still no news about little Hancock. I'm afraid she really is at Mariejois. What should we do now?"

"There's nothing we can do but wait," Rayleigh replied in a low voice, taking a sip of his drink. "Hatchan should bring some news soon."

"Hatchan?" Shakky frowned. "The Fish-Men? Do you think he'll have any leads?"

Rayleigh chuckled. "You deal in intelligence and don't even know? Hatchan is from Fish-Man Street, where Fisher Tiger holds sway."

"You mean the adventurer? Didn't he disappear?"

Shakky knew Tiger well.

Tiger was quite famous on the seas at the time, but he'd vanished for a while and was assumed dead.

Rayleigh explained, "He's reappeared. His disappearance was because he got caught in Mariejois."

Shakky raised an eyebrow. "What does that have to do with rescuing little Hancock?"

Rayleigh shook his head and remained silent.

Moments later, the tavern door swung open.

Hatchan entered, followed by a tall, red-skinned figure—Fisher Tiger, the acknowledged leader of Fish-Man Street.

"Uncle Rayleigh, I'm here, and this is Brother Tiger," Hatchan said with a grin, introducing the figure behind him.

Rayleigh looked Tiger up and down with interest before smiling. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Tiger."

"I didn't expect the legendary deputy of the Pirate King, Rayleigh, to be here," Tiger said, studying Rayleigh with intensity. "It's an honor to meet you, sir."

Rayleigh waved his hand casually. "No need for formalities. Hatchan is like family to me, and as his elder brother, you're also a friend."

Hearing this, Tiger nodded and sat across from Rayleigh.

Direct and purposeful, he got straight to the point. "Mr. Rayleigh, I need to ask for your help."

"Go ahead," Rayleigh said.

"I plan to storm Mariejois and liberate the slaves there. But after they're freed, they'll need help escaping. I was hoping you might assist with that part."

Rayleigh's eyes widened, unable to hide his shock.

Tiger was strong, no doubt, but not at the level of top-tier sea warriors. This plan sounded like a suicide mission.

Moreover, Tiger's resolve was clear—no hesitation, no fear.

It left even Rayleigh stunned.

"Why?" Rayleigh asked.

Tiger unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a Celestial Dragon's hoof mark branded on his chest—the unmistakable symbol of slavery.

With determination burning in his eyes, Tiger declared, "Because I've been there, and I know the misery those slaves endure."

"That's why I must go!"

Rayleigh took a long sip of his drink and said grimly, "You know that's the World Government's headquarters. You'll die there, even if you manage to escape."

Tiger shrugged, unfazed. "It doesn't matter. At least I'll have done what I must. But for this mission, I need someone to help on the outside. Can I count on you?"

Rayleigh hesitated, deep in thought.

Though once the fearless right-hand man of the Pirate King, he had spent years in seclusion since Roger's death. His strength remained, but his spirit was no longer as it once was.

But eventually, Rayleigh nodded.

He had reasons of his own—After all, he needs the help of Tiger to find Hancock.

Doomsday World

"Gather the ordinary citizens—I want them to witness the zombies fall before me!" Kaos commanded Sengoku.

Hearing this, Sengoku nodded and acted immediately.

Soon, crowds gathered in the city, standing on high ground and watching the horde of zombies below.

It was a terrifying sight.

These weren't ordinary zombies; they were enhanced, with grotesque appearances and formidable abilities.

As they clawed at the tall city walls, desperate to breach them, fear gripped the hearts of many.

"Why are we being gathered here? Do they want us to be zombie fodder?" someone cried out in panic.

"This is madness! I don't want to die!"

But amidst the despair, there were voices of faith.

"Heh, cowards! They're just zombies. What's there to fear?"

"Exactly. Our god will protect us!"

"These zombies don't even warrant His intervention!"

A man, having lost his wife and daughter to the apocalypse, snapped. "What god? If there were a god, would my wife and daughter be dead? Would the world be like this?"

The middle-aged man found that no one responded to him.

Can't help but look at everyone curiously.

He noticed that everyone's eyes were staring behind him in a daze.

Seeing this, he subconsciously looked back.

Suddenly, his pupils constricted, and with a plop, he couldn't help kneeling on the ground, his lips trembling.

"How, how is it possible?"

in sight.

High in the sky, a great angel exuding holy light stood upright. The holy radiance was as dazzling as the scorching sun, bringing a warm atmosphere to people.

And on the back of the angel, on the huge, white wings, there is a terrifying blue thunder force wrapped around it.

It seems to symbolize the anger and punishment of the god!

sacred.

great.

In the eyes of all ordinary people, this is a real god! !

And compared to ordinary people.

People like Sengoku and Garp were more shocked.

Especially Thunder behind Kaos.

There was disbelief on everyone's face.

Sengoku asked the question that was on everyone's mind while trembling. "Your Highness, is this the ability of the Angel Fruit? But... does the Angel Fruit Control thunder as well?"

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