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→ The Kingdom of Dressrosa.

King Riku.

With 11 allied nations under his rule, they together form 12 decision-making nations.

→ The Kingdom of Alabasta.

King Cobra.

With 15 allied nations under his command, they collectively form 16 decision-making nations.

Altogether…

The total number of decision-making nations reached 28.

And with the Ryugu Kingdom participating in the Reverie, the number increased to 29.

In other words…

As long as Cobra agreed, everything would fall perfectly into place.

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Cobra looked deeply at Joey, his expression pained, but eventually, he nodded with difficulty. "I agree."

Joey replied in a calm, light tone, "King Cobra, you've made a very good choice."

"Haah…"

"Haah…"

Cobra exhaled heavily, his gaze still locked on Joey.

This 14-year-old boy exuded an overwhelming pressure—one that was far beyond ordinary comprehension.

It wasn't a joke.

Cobra's mind swirled with countless thoughts, yet he knew one thing: while he had agreed, this was far from over. Nothing would simply end here.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Cobra's voice steadied. "In two years, at the next World Conference, I will support your proposal."

Joey nodded in satisfaction. "Good."

With that, Joey tossed a card towards Cobra.

Thud.

Cobra caught it instinctively. On the card was a depiction of a monstrous, three-meter-tall creature with towering, muscular frames, razor-sharp fangs, and ominous green skin.

Its eyes gleamed crimson, while its body was armored in thick plate mail and wielded massive axes.

It was scary…

If these creatures were real, they would be an utterly terrifying force on the battlefield.

Joey explained softly, "Crush this card, and you'll gain command of one hundred thousand Berserk Orcs. Oh, and one more thing…" He paused and smiled. "The Berserk Orcs remain constantly in a state of frenzy, but this here—"

Joey tossed another small object, which resembled a wireless earpiece, toward Cobra.

Cobra caught it, unsure of what to say.

This whole situation felt surreal. Too fantastical. Too unbelievable.

Joey elaborated, "Once the card is activated, you'll have an army of one hundred thousand Berserk Orcs at your disposal. While I won't promise they can fight one against a hundred, defeating twenty, thirty, or even forty enemies each is completely within reason. They'll sweep your troubles away effortlessly."

Cobra, however, wasn't fully convinced and asked warily, "How do I know you're not deceiving me?"

Joey shook his head and replied with a faint smile, "King Cobra, do I look like I need to deceive you? Of course, I haven't given you full control. There are 11 total controllers: one master controller, which I hold, and 9 subordinate controllers, also in my possession.

But don't worry—once the World Conference ends in two years, everything will be yours."

"…"

In that moment, Cobra understood.

The Berserk Orc army wasn't just meant to resolve his current troubles—it was also a chain to bind him. If he dared to disobey…

Heh…

The consequences would be obvious.

"Oh, by the way," Joey added with a mischievous smile, "don't issue suicidal commands, such as ordering them to self-destruct. Only the master controller can give such an order. If you try to do it through a subordinate controller… Well, the Berserk Orcs will turn against you."

Joey stood up with a grin, his tone bright and casual. "That concludes our deal, King Cobra. I wish us a happy partnership. Now then, it's time for me to leave."

"Roar!"

A thunderous roar echoed as Opera transformed into an enormous azure dragon.

With one graceful leap, Joey, Broyé, and Cabaletta landed atop Opera's head.

In the blink of an eye…

The dragon soared into the sky, riding on clouds, and vanished into the horizon.

"Haah…"

Cobra sighed as he looked down at the two items in his hands. He muttered bitterly, "It seems I've been thoroughly outmaneuvered."

"If I'm not mistaken, the rebellion of those ten allied nations was orchestrated by the Charlotte family behind the scenes."

Cobra wasn't a fool.

The situation seemed far too convenient. This was undoubtedly a drama meticulously scripted and directed by Joey himself.

Yet…

Cobra had no choice but to play along.

Otherwise…

The outcome would be far worse.

This kind of ploy was as transparent as daylight, but against such "open strategies," there was little that could be done. He could only endure.

"Ah…"

Cobra let out a long, weary sigh before returning to the royal palace.

By now, the sky had brightened.

"Igaram!" Cobra called.

Igaram hurried over, his voice anxious. "Your Majesty! You—"

Cobra cut him off with a wave of his hand. "It's nothing. Summon all the ministers. I've found a solution to end this war."

"Yes!"

Though surprised, Igaram quickly complied, bowing respectfully before hurrying off.

Cobra glanced once more at the card in his hand, his heart heavy with silence.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

The deafening roars and furious bellows echoed across the battlefield as the one hundred thousand Berserk Orcs split into ten divisions, each targeting a rebellious nation.

Even when faced with enemy armies ten times their size—ten thousand against hundred thousand—the odds didn't matter.

The physical prowess of a Berserk Orc was twenty times that of a regular human. For these specially enhanced Berserk Orcs, their strength approached thirty times that of an ordinary man.

On top of that…

Conventional weapons couldn't even pierce their heavy armor. Even if one managed to inflict injuries, the Berserk Orcs' rapid regeneration rendered it meaningless.

Although the total force numbered only one hundred thousand, they swept through enemy forces of over a million as if they were nothing.

It was simply too fast.

In just ten days, the war ended.

The ten rebellious nations were utterly destroyed, their cities razed to the ground by Cobra's decisive wrath.

And the cost?

A mere 3,000 Berserk Orcs were heavily injured. Not a single one died.

And as long as they didn't die outright…

Their monstrous regeneration ensured they would recover fully.

The war ended as swiftly as it began.

But for King Cobra…

This was only the beginning of another nightmare.

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