Chapter 451 - 43 to 52

After nearly killing Claudius with a single blow, a flicker of surprise crossed Shiki's eyes. Then, with clear frustration, he sneered, "I thought you were something special. Turns out you're just a silver-plated weakling."

Shiki had initially assumed that the person who managed to land a blow on him had to be someone formidable, especially after seeing Claudius standing there so confidently. The air of arrogance, the calm demeanor it all fooled him into thinking Claudius was a legitimate threat. Even Sengoku, usually sharp, seemed to misjudge the situation, likely because of the way Claudius presented himself.

But now? Shiki was irritated. He, the feared Golden Lion, had allowed himself to get scratched by some nobody. A mistake like this could damage his reputation. In a world of pirates, where status and image were everything, this was no minor matter. If word got out, how could he maintain his standing as a top dog?

Furious at being caught off guard, Shiki readied his sword to finish Claudius off. But before he could strike, Sengoku launched another attack, forcing Shiki to deal with the Marine Admiral instead.

Still feeling the aftereffects of Sengoku's last blow his internal organs had taken a good hit Shiki realized this wasn't the time to push his luck. Sengoku wasn't a small fry. If they continued to go head-to-head like this, especially without the clear advantage of air superiority, Shiki could be in serious trouble.

Sengoku, on the other hand, was just as furious. If Shiki had killed Claudius, the consequences would have been catastrophic. Going back to Mariejois without him? Sengoku might as well put up the pirate flag and prepare for a swift execution. But seeing Claudius still alive, albeit shaken, gave Sengoku some relief. At least they had avoided the worst-case scenario.

Meanwhile, Stussy was helping Claudius back to his feet, pulling him out of the shattered deck. "Your Highness, that was reckless! Shiki might not have noticed you earlier, but now you've practically thrown yourself into his crosshairs! Are you alright?"

Claudius, still wobbly but regaining his balance, gave her a lopsided grin. "I'm fine. A bit winded, but nothing serious. Just ran out of steam, that's all..."

Even as he spoke, Claudius could feel his strength returning rapidly, his body recovering at an extraordinary pace. His legs, which had been trembling from the impact of Shiki's attack, were now feeling much steadier. "Zero Hour Mizu," he thought to himself.

When he had first inherited this strange power, Claudius assumed it could only be used at specific times, as its name suggested. But after much experimentation, he had realized that the power had transformed along with his physical capabilities. Instead of being a fixed store of energy, the Zero Hour Mizu allowed him to rapidly replenish his stamina and strength, drawing from the reserves he had built over the years. This meant that as long as he didn't overextend himself, he could recover from exhaustion in no time.

Smiling to Stussy, Claudius continued, "I thought I might be able to kill or severely wound Shiki with that last hit, but I underestimated him. He's not just any pirate; he's one of the most feared men on the seas. It was foolish of me to think I could bring him down so easily."

Stussy sighed, relieved that Claudius was recovering but still concerned about his safety. "Even so, Your Highness managed to injure him, and that created a window for Sengoku and the others to press their attack. It wasn't for nothing."

Claudius nodded thoughtfully. "True. And I've learned a bit more about his weaknesses. He's powerful, but he's not invincible. He relies on his air superiority. If I can just disrupt that..." Claudius trailed off, a plan forming in his mind.

Stussy, noticing the shift in his tone, looked at him curiously. "You have another idea, don't you? What are you planning now?"

Claudius grinned, that same glint of mischief returning to his eyes. "Remember, I'm not just any noble. I ate a Devil Fruit, and not just any Devil Fruit. I have powers that could shift the tides in our favor."

Stussy raised an eyebrow, still unsure. "But I've rarely seen you use your abilities, and none of what I've seen so far seems like it could stop someone like Shiki."

Claudius let out a confident laugh. "That's because I haven't had to go all out yet. You forgot, Logia users are some of the most dangerous in the world. There's a reason we're considered the strongest of the three Devil Fruit types. Watch this."

With that, Claudius took a deep breath and raised his hand toward the sky, as though he were reaching out to grasp something invisible. Immediately, Stussy felt a shift in the air around them. The wind, which had been relatively calm, began to stir, and a powerful force radiated from Claudius's body.

The sky above the battlefield darkened, clouds swirling and condensing as the wind picked up speed. Claudius, wielding the power of the Nitrogen-Nitrogen Fruit, was drawing on the nitrogen in the atmosphere, manipulating it to create a cyclone high above. The air pressure began to drop, and soon a powerful vortex formed in the sky, pulling the clouds into its growing spiral.

Shiki, still dodging attacks from Sengoku and Borsalino, suddenly felt the shift. His instincts screamed at him, and he glanced down toward the source of the disturbance. What he saw made his blood boil. That same young man, the one he had dismissed as a nobody, was now conjuring a storm.

"No way... this brat can control the weather?!" Shiki snarled, his fury rising.

The Golden Lion's greatest fear was a storm. His Devil Fruit gave him incredible control over floating objects, but in a fierce storm, his precision and stability would be severely compromised. It was his one significant weakness, and now it was being exploited.

Sengoku noticed the sudden change in Shiki's demeanor and grinned. "Looks like the tables have turned, Shiki! Your greatest advantage is now your biggest weakness!"

Shiki, already feeling the powerful winds tugging at his control, realized that the longer he stayed, the worse it would get. Evading another one of Sengoku's shockwaves, he snarled, "Don't get cocky, Sengoku. You might've pushed me back today, but this isn't over! Sooner or later, I'll crush you all, Marines and your precious Celestial Dragons included!"

Without wasting another second, Shiki turned and shot upward, fleeing the battlefield with as much speed as he could muster. He knew when to cut his losses. He might have taken a few hits, but his pride was still intact. There would be another day for revenge.

Claudius watched from the deck as Shiki made his retreat, a look of surprise crossing his face. "Well, I didn't expect him to retreat that quickly. Guess he's smarter than I gave him credit for."

Sengoku returned to the ship shortly after, shaking his head. "It's a shame we couldn't capture him. We had a real chance today."

Claudius, still catching his breath, shrugged. "Honestly, we're lucky to be alive. If you think about it, we're not equipped to take him down right now. At least not without losing half the fleet."

Sengoku let out a tired sigh but nodded. "You're right. It's better this way. We'll fight him another day."

With Shiki gone, Kuzan and Sakazuki worked together to thaw the ice surrounding the ships, allowing the fleet to return to its original course. They had narrowly escaped disaster.

Back in the cabin, Sengoku turned to Claudius with an appreciative smile. " After thinking it through, Sengoku realized that without Claudius on board, the situation would have been very different. If not for Claudius' presence, the Marines would have likely avoided a direct encounter with Shiki altogether. At the very least, they would have had an easier time retreating rather than getting tangled in this dangerous battle.

No Shiki, no near-death experience, no battle at all, just a straightforward, albeit frustrating, search for John on Cornillo Island. After releasing a Buster Call and coming up empty, Marine would've stuck around to scour the place until they found something or finally gave up.

In that scenario, Shiki might not have even bothered with them. He wouldn't have had any reason to pick a fight, and the Marine fleet could have avoided this entire deadly confrontation.

Sengoku shook his head at the thought, sighing internally. This was one of those moments where everything seemed to spiral out of control for no good reason. But, dwelling on what could've been wasn't going to change anything. Best to focus on what actually happened.

With that, Sengoku shifted gears and gave a tired smile. "Regardless, it's fortunate we had your help today. I didn't expect you to have the ability to manipulate the weather like that. Your power is..."

"Nitrogen," Claudius interrupted with a casual smile. "To put it simply, I control the nitrogen in the air. Since it's an invisible gas and makes up most of the atmosphere, I can use it to influence the climate, at least to a certain extent."

Sengoku could tell Claudius didn't want to go into too much detail about his power, and respected that boundary. He nodded, deciding not to press further. "Well, your control over it is remarkable. Without you here, it's hard to say how much worse today could have gone. Shiki is always difficult to deal with, but you really tipped the scales."

While Sengoku expressed his gratitude, Claudius couldn't help but feel a bit conflicted. If not for his involvement, Shiki likely wouldn't have attacked in the first place. Claudius' mere presence on the ship had drawn attention to the fleet, and that attention had nearly gotten them all killed.

After all, if Sengoku and the others had been on Cornillo Island as originally planned, scouring the ground for any sign of John, Shiki probably wouldn't have cared enough to intervene. There wouldn't have been any reason for him to pick a fight with the Marines, especially one as serious as this.

But there was no point in bringing that up now. What mattered was that they survived and they even managed to push Shiki back. Mariejois' port was bustling with activity as several Marine warships slowly made their way to berth. Claudius, however, wasn't in any rush to disembark. Instead, he sat back, leisurely flipping through a newspaper with a smirk on his face.

The headlines grabbed his attention. "Navy Headquarters Kills the Infamous Pirate John and Engages in Battle with Golden Lion Shiki in the New World." Claudius chuckled to himself and said, "Well, that's one way to get people's attention."

Standing nearby Nia smiled. "Your Highness's identity has also been mentioned in the news, but fortunately, Sengoku and the others know how to keep things under control. They didn't publish your photo."

Even though the news of Claudius was spreading, it seemed the Marines had made sure to keep his face out of the papers. Nia, ever loyal, was relieved to see her master's name gaining fame without compromising his security.

Stussy, who stood on the other side, spoke up. "I know Morgans, the bird-man who runs the World Economy News Paper. He's just recently come into contact with the World Government. Without approval, he wouldn't have dared to print anything about your Highness."

The World Economy News Paper, owned by the ambitious bird-man Morgans, had been around for a while, but it never used to be a major player in the media landscape. However, once Morgans established ties with the World Government, his paper started getting first access to some of the most crucial stories, and its influence grew rapidly. Morgans knew where his bread was buttered and was quick to keep certain things quiet when necessary, all in the name of maintaining his newfound government connections.

"I must admit," Claudius said thoughtfully, "he's done a remarkable job turning that paper around in just two years. It's on the path to dominating the newspaper industry."

In the years to come, Claudius knew Morgans would develop the World Economy News Paper into a global powerhouse, wielding influence that could secretly sway world events. Morgans wasn't just a newsman—he was a kingmaker, pushing stories that could alter the balance of power, as he did with Luffy's rise as the "Fifth Emperor," which was, in fact, largely due to Morgans hyping him up.

Of course, Claudius also understood that while Morgans was useful to the World Government now, there might come a time when his influence grew too dangerous. But for now, Morgans was just a pawn in a much larger game. "I'll deal with him when the time comes," Claudius mused to himself. "No need to rush."

For now, Morgans had played up Claudius' role in John's death, even exaggerating the incident with Shiki. He made sure everyone knew Shiki was injured by Claudius, and the paper even claimed the scar on Shiki's face would be a lasting reminder of his defeat.

Thanks to Morgans' embellishment, Claudius' name was starting to spread across the world.

Meanwhile, high in the skies above the New World, Shiki himself was fuming as he read the newspaper. His forehead veins bulged in fury. "Damn it! That brat was Celestial Dragons?!" Shiki growled, crushing the paper in his hands. "Sengoku called him 'Your Highness,' but how did a Celestial Dragon manage to injure me?!"

Shiki's fingers brushed against the scar on his cheek. It would leave a permanent mark a reminder of the day he was humiliated by a so-called "trash" Celestial Dragon. The thought that his reputation had been tarnished, not by a top Marine but by someone from the pampered class of Celestial Dragons, made him boil with rage.

"Donquixote Claudius," Shiki hissed, his voice filled with venom. "You'd better pray we never cross paths again. Your royal status won't save you from me next time."

While Shiki stewed in his anger, elsewhere in the City of Water, the Pirate King himself, Gol D. Roger, was laughing uproariously as he read the same headline.

"Ahahaha! Shiki, of all people, got himself hurt by a Celestial Dragon?!" Roger's laughter echoed through the room. "I didn't see that one coming."

"Now that name sounds familiar," Roger continued, still chuckling. "Donquixote Claudius...where have I heard it before?"

Rayleigh, sitting nearby, glanced up and smirked. "Of course it sounds familiar. We ran into him on Sabaody Archipelago about five years ago, remember?"

Recognition dawned on Roger's face. "That's right! He was that interesting Celestial Dragon kid. I even thought about inviting him to join us back then!"

"Haha, you really should have, Captain," said Scopper Gaban, joining the conversation. "Imagine the look on Shiki's face if we had!"

Roger thought about it for a moment, then grinned. "Yeah, I should've tied him up and brought him along. He definitely had potential."

Rayleigh leaned back, taking a sip from his drink. "He was a strange one, alright. I could tell back then that he wasn't like the other Celestial Dragons. And now, five years later, he's managed to injure the Golden Lion. This era is really starting to heat up."

Roger's eyes gleamed with excitement. "That's why we can't waste any more time! The Oro Jackson will be ready soon, and when it is, we'll conquer this sea once and for all! Hahaha!"

Back in the New World, aboard a massive ship resembling a white whale, the infamous Whitebeard, Edward Newgate, was also reading the headlines.

"Shiki got himself in trouble again, eh?" Whitebeard said with a wide grin, tossing the newspaper aside.

His young crew member, Marco, raised an eyebrow. "I don't believe for a second that Shiki was injured by a Celestial Dragon. No way. This is probably just the World Government adding a little flair to make themselves look good."

Diamond Jozu nodded in agreement. "Yeah, the idea of a Celestial Dragon fighting is hard to swallow."

Whitebeard wasn't too concerned. "It doesn't matter who did it. The important thing is Shiki took a hit. He's been getting too cocky lately, taking down Ochoku and John. I wouldn't be surprised if I was next on his list."

Marco's eyes lit up. "Then why not strike first, Pops? We could take him out and be done with it."

Whitebeard waved a dismissive hand. "Nah, I'm not interested in ruling the seas like Shiki or the others. Let him come if he wants a fight. I'll sink him if he does, but until then, I'm not going looking for trouble."

Unlike Shiki, Big Mom, or Kaido, Whitebeard had no ambition to rule the seas. He simply wanted to live freely and protect his "sons." But even though he wasn't chasing the throne, his confidence in his own power was unshakable.

As Whitebeard dismissed the idea of hunting Shiki, many of the other powerful pirates across the world who read the news had similar reactions. They either scoffed at the idea of a Celestial Dragon being a threat or dismissed it as government propaganda.

Back at Mariejois, Sengoku was leading Claudius off the warship, making their way through the port. As they walked, Sengoku turned to Claudius and said, "The Five Elders have summoned you as well. They want to meet you."

Claudius raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Me? They want to meet me?"

Sengoku nodded. "Yes. They were quite clear about it. I believe it's related to your... recent activities."

Claudius smirked, "So, the lowest of the Celestial Dragons is being called to meet the highest? Must be because of all the noise we caused with Shiki."

"Indeed," Sengoku said with a smile. "You've caught their attention. Frankly, I'd be interested in meeting you too, if I were them."

Sengoku knew the Five Elders well enough to understand their curiosity. Most Celestial Dragons were content to live off their status, but Claudius was different. He had shown potential something rare among the so-called "gods."

Five Elders likely saw in Claudius an opportunity a way to reshape the world's perception of Celestial Dragons, to show that not all of them were entitled, lazy, or corrupt. Claudius could become the "face" of a new kind of Celestial Dragon one who was capable, competent, and strong.

And that, Sengoku thought, was an opportunity the Five Elders would not want to miss. In the Holy Land of Mariejois, Claudius felt more than familiar with his surroundings. After all, this was where he lived. But despite having passed by the World Government's headquarters countless times, he had never set foot inside, let alone visited the top floor, where the Five Elders those who held the highest authority in the world had their office. The entire floor belonged to them, spacious and prestigious.

Born into the Celestial Dragons, Claudius, even in his previous life, had never had the privilege of meeting the Five Elders. He was, after all, part of the lowest rung of the Celestial Dragons hierarchy. But beside him now was Admiral Sengoku, who walked these halls with familiarity. It was clear this wasn't his first time meeting with the Five Elders.

Walking behind Sengoku, Claudius couldn't help but think about how this man was likely the Five Elders' chosen candidate for the next Marine Fleet Admiral. It made sense. If Claudius were in their position, he'd likely favor Sengoku as well. Not only was Sengoku incredibly powerful and intelligent known as "The Resourceful General" but more importantly, he was obedient. Among all the high-ranking Marines, Sengoku had the closest ties to the World Government and followed its orders without question.

Despite his strength and intelligence, Sengoku had always been the most loyal to the World Government, even to the point of carrying out a Buster Call on Ohara, destroying the island without hesitation. For him, following orders was Marine's ultimate duty.

It was only later in life, when Sengoku neared retirement, that he started to question these views and began to favor Kuzan for the role of Fleet Admiral. Unfortunately for him, the World Government had other plans, supporting Sakazuki instead. But all that was still in the future. Right now, Sengoku was the model of a Marine officer someone the Five Elders trusted implicitly and likely intended to place at the top of Marine's command.

As they approached the top floor, Sengoku hesitated outside the door of the Five Elders' office. Turning to Claudius, he asked, "Have you met the Five Elders before, Your Highness?"

Claudius blinked, then smiled and shook his head. "No, I'm just a minor figure among the Celestial Dragons. How could I have met them?"

"Really?" Sengoku chuckled lightly. "They're not as intimidating as they seem. They're actually quite approachable."

Claudius gave a polite nod, but in his mind, he disagreed. They're only approachable because they like you, Sengoku. They see you as one of their own. Try telling that to Sakazuki when he's being cold-shouldered in the future.

Sengoku knocked on the door, and after receiving permission to enter, the two walked in. As expected, all five of the world's most powerful figures were present.

It was Claudius' first time seeing them in person. While they were already old, they appeared younger than he had imagined from his memories of the future. Despite their age, they radiated a powerful aura that instantly made Claudius feel a little tense, as if standing in front of them made lying impossible.

These men aren't like the other Celestial Dragons, Claudius thought to himself. They exude real authority. They feel like true rulers.

The Five Elders didn't spend much time addressing Claudius. They focused mostly on Sengoku, who provided a concise report on recent events. His report wasn't exaggerated or filled with unnecessary praise for Claudius, but it also didn't downplay the contributions Claudius had made, keeping things fair and balanced.

Claudius didn't mind. After Sengoku finished, the Five Elders turned their attention to him. Claudius couldn't shake the feeling that there was something like relief in their eyes, though he couldn't quite place why.

"Donquixote Claudius, correct?" asked the bald elder who held a sword. He didn't bother introducing himself; it seemed he expected Claudius to know who they were.

Claudius, ever respectful, nodded and replied, "Yes, that's correct."

"Antonio's son?" the other bald elder inquired, as if recalling a distant memory.

Claudius' father, Antonio, had passed away from illness long ago, but it seemed he had made quite an impression on the Five Elders during his time.

"Yes, Antonio is my father," Claudius confirmed.

"Ah, I thought I remembered correctly," the elder said with a nostalgic smile. "It feels like just yesterday you were a child, and now look at you."

"Thank you for remembering, it's an honor," Claudius replied politely.

One of the other elders, a bearded man, studied Claudius for a moment before speaking. "Courteous and respectful. It seems you're quite capable, given how Sengoku speaks of you. It's rare to see a young Celestial Dragon like you. Usually, all we see are those troublemaking brats who embarrass us with their behavior."

Claudius managed a modest smile at the compliment, but inside he was processing the situation. It was true many of the Celestial Dragons were arrogant and reckless, relying entirely on their bloodline to act above the law. Clearly, the Five Elders had little patience for such behavior.

The elder continued, "It's good to see a promising member from the Donquixote family for once. Your family has produced more than its fair share of... oddballs." He chuckled slightly, clearly thinking of Donquixote Homing, who had forsaken his Celestial Dragon status and gone to live as a commoner.

Claudius chuckled politely but said nothing. He was fully aware of his family's strange history.

After some pleasantries, the Five Elders shifted to more serious matters. Despite their apparent satisfaction with Claudius, they needed to measure the depth of his understanding and ambitions.

Without much preamble, the elder with the sword asked, "Claudius, as someone of your status, you must know why it's important to strive for strength. Is it because you're afraid we can't protect you?"

Claudius paused for a moment, considering his response. He decided that honesty would serve him best here. "Yes and no," he said.

The elder raised an eyebrow. "Explain."

Claudius took a deep breath. "You may not be fully aware, but about six years ago, I had an accident. I ended up stranded on a deserted island in the New World. It was only thanks to Zephyr that I was rescued."

The Five Elders exchanged looks but didn't interrupt.

"Before that accident," Claudius continued, "I was like many of my fellow Celestial Dragons living without a care in the world, assuming my status was enough to shield me from anything. But that experience taught me an important lesson."

"And what lesson is that?" the bald elder asked, clearly intrigued.

"In this world, everything you have without strength is just an illusion. It may seem grand and secure, but it can all be taken away in an instant. If you don't have power, then everything you possess status, wealth, even your life is at the mercy of others. So, I believe a person must rely on themselves above all else."

As soon as Claudius finished speaking, the elder with the sword laughed heartily. "Well said, boy! You're absolutely right. In this world, strength is everything!"

Claudius nodded. "That's why I seek strength. On the one hand, I trust that you can protect me, but on the other hand, I want to be strong enough to protect myself. That's why I've been working to grow stronger."

The Five Elders exchanged approving glances. The elder with the beard spoke next, his tone thoughtful. "You've got ambition, and that's a good thing. But what are your thoughts on the future? How do you see the world, and more importantly, how do you see our World Government?"

Claudius felt a slight chill at this question. They're testing me, he realized. He couldn't reveal his true thoughts, his desire for power and control over the world government itself. If they sensed even a hint of disloyalty, they could crush him on the spot.

Carefully choosing his words, Claudius replied, "I believe the world as it is today is stable, but that stability won't last forever. There are forces in the world, like the Golden Lion Shiki and others, who seek to challenge our rule. Careerists, like them, want to overturn the World Government and seize control. While our strength is undeniable for now, the future is uncertain."

His words were cautious, but they were enough to make the Five Elders take notice. For someone so young, Claudius already had a clear grasp of the global situation, and more importantly, he wasn't naive about the future.

"And what do you think of our World Government?" the bald elder asked again, pressing the issue.

Claudius knew this was a trap. Criticizing the World Government would be foolish, but blind praise would be equally unwise. So, he opted for loyalty.

"The World Government is the foundation upon which my identity as a Celestial Dragon stands," Claudius said firmly. "Anyone who threatens the World Government is my enemy because I understand that my power and status come from the stability and authority of the government. We are inseparable."

The Five Elders smiled, clearly pleased with his answer. Claudius had passed their test.

After that, the Five Elders continued asking Claudius a few more questions to gauge him thoroughly. Claudius answered each of them appropriately he didn't appear to be incompetent, but his performance was just right for someone of his age and standing. This balance left the Five Elders quite satisfied, even more so than they had anticipated.

The bald elder, seemingly the leader, finally spoke up. "It seems you're a young man unwilling to fade into the background, with a clear ambition to rise."

Claudius chuckled, now feeling more at ease after the intense questioning. "It's true, I'm not one to sit idle. As for ambition, I'd say I have just enough to keep things interesting."

"There's no need to be modest," the bald elder said with a smile. "We are family after all, fellow Celestial Dragons. You don't have to hide your ambition or tone down your confidence in front of us."

Claudius found this a bit amusing. These Five Elders were indeed more approachable than he initially expected. But then again, it made sense he shared the same bloodline, the same elite status. He was one of them.

The elder with the mustache then chimed in. "You've shown that you're far from idle. Helping Marine bring down John and even forcing Golden Lion Shiki to retreat is no small feat. You've damaged the power of these pirates and reinforced the World Government's authority in the process. That's no small contribution. Combining these merits, it's only right that we offer you a reward. So, tell us, what do you want, Claudius?"

Claudius had anticipated something like this. Before all of this, he had thought long and hard about how to maneuver himself into the Five Elders' good graces, to place himself in their line of sight. After all, while being a Celestial Dragon gave him a status few could touch, it didn't grant him automatic influence over the internal workings of the World Government. Gaining favor with the Five Elders, however, would change that. Now that he'd unexpectedly gained their attention through his role in these events, it was the perfect opportunity.

As soon as the mustached elder finished, the blond elder, who hadn't spoken much yet, laughed and added, "You seem to be close to both Zephyr and Sengoku. They hold you in high regard. Maybe you're thinking of joining Marine, hm? Hahaha!"

Sengoku, standing nearby, laughed as well. "If His Highness were to join the Marines, I would be the first to welcome him. There's always a need for more talent in our ranks. In my opinion, His Highness has the potential to rise to the rank of Admiral."

"An Admiral, huh?" The bald elder raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Seems like you think highly of Claudius, Sengoku."

The mustached elder, however, shook his head with a sigh. "As good as that sounds, it's not appropriate for someone of Claudius' standing to join the Marines."

Claudius had briefly considered the idea, but he knew joining Marine was not the path for him. Five Elders wouldn't approve of a Celestial Dragon lowering himself to serve, and besides, the thought of merely being an Admiral didn't hold much appeal for him. Even sitting on the Marine's top seat, like Sengoku, didn't particularly entice him. He was after bigger things.

Sengoku, sensing the mood, nodded with some regret. "Yes, I suppose that's true. It is a pity, though. Having someone like His Highness in Marine would have been invaluable."

Claudius smiled and spoke up. "Joining Marine is indeed out of the question, but I do have some ideas that I'd like to discuss."

The elder with the tufted hair raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Well then, let's hear it. Don't hold back. For someone like you, we are always open to hearing new ideas and proposals."

Claudius hesitated for just a moment, then said, "I have a bit of an unconventional idea, one I think could be of great value to the World Government."

"Go on," the bald elder urged. "We have time today, and we're eager to hear your thoughts."

"Well," Claudius began, "I'd like to propose forming a new organization, or perhaps a new department."

The room quieted. "A new organization?" the bald elder asked, puzzled. "What exactly do you mean?"

"For now, let's call it 'CP-X.' It would be an offshoot of the current CP system but with a different focus."

Claudius could see he had their interest, so he pressed on. "As you all know, being a Celestial Dragon, I've had regular contact with the CP organizations. In fact, one of my trusted subordinates, Stussy, is a member of CP-0, though I've had her assigned to protect me personally now. Through this relationship, I've gained a deeper understanding of the CP's structure."

Seeing no objections yet, Claudius continued. "While Marine's main focus is to maintain stability across the seas, the CP agencies deal with matters that require more discretion, handling tasks that cannot be made public and protecting Celestial Dragons. But both Marine and the CP have their limits."

The bald elder nodded. "That's correct. So, what exactly do you have in mind for CP-X? Strengthening the current CP forces?"

Claudius shook his head. "Not quite. The CP organizations are already powerful enough. In fact, they might even overshadow Marine in some aspects, right Sengoku?"

Sengoku chuckled softly, nodding. "Yes, sometimes the CP can overstep, given their direct ties to the Celestial Dragons."

"Exactly," Claudius said. "My proposal is for CP-X to be independent of the CP system. It would act as a hidden backup plan for the World Government—an organization that operates in the shadows, capable of stepping in when neither Marine nor the CP can handle a situation."

The Five Elders exchanged glances. Sengoku and the elders both smiled at the idea, though Claudius could tell they weren't taking it too seriously. In their minds, a situation that both Marine and the CP couldn't resolve would be an extreme one, something beyond Claudius' reach. But still, they didn't dismiss his idea outright. He was a Celestial Dragon, after all, and for them, that meant he was trustwort.

The bald elder glanced around the room, reading the faces of his colleagues. Finally, he spoke. "It's good to see you thinking this way, Claudius. Young people like you should have ambitions, ideas that drive them forward. As your elders, we're happy to see you contributing to the World Government's future."

He paused, then added with a smile, "Your idea is a bit unconventional, but we're willing to give you a shot. We'll authorize the creation of this CP-X, and provide you with some initial resources—money, personnel, whatever you need to get started."

Claudius was delighted but stayed composed, nodding in thanks.

"However," the bald elder continued, "after that, you're on your own. We won't be lending you any more support beyond this initial investment. Whether you succeed or fail will depend entirely on your own efforts. Do you understand?"

Claudius smiled, the wheels in his mind already spinning with the possibilities. "I understand perfectly, and I'm grateful for the opportunity."

The elders exchanged a few more words, approving the idea without much concern. In their eyes, this was merely a small-scale experiment. If Claudius succeeded, great—it could serve the World Government well. If he failed, well, he'd learn a valuable lesson about ambition.

But Claudius saw it differently. To him, this was an opening, a chance to begin building something far larger and more powerful than they could imagine. This Pandora's box, he thought to himself, you've opened it yourselves.

In Mariejois's arena, Crocodile was being firmly pinned to the ground by Claudius. After a few fruitless struggles, he finally gave up, panting heavily, though the look of defiance in his eyes remained. Still, he didn't curse or lash out further.

Seeing that Crocodile had stopped resisting, Claudius eased up, releasing his grip. Poor Crocodile, he thought, such a promising future ahead of you, but you were unlucky enough to cross paths with me. You haven't even raised your pirate flag, yet here you are, already captured. What a pitiful twist of fate.

Though Claudius was mentally poking fun at Crocodile's misfortune, he decided not to rub salt into the wound. Instead, he said, "Well, how about now? Even without using Shinsō or any of my weapons, just fighting you with my bare hands and Devil Fruit ability, you still couldn't win. Do you still think you had the upper hand back then?"

Crocodile swallowed his pride, sitting up slowly. "Fine," he muttered grudgingly, "I'll admit you're stronger than me. But let me make one thing clear, just because you're stronger doesn't mean I'll bow to you. If you think I'll become your obedient little slave, you're dreaming. You might as well kill me now because I swear I won't beg for my life."

Claudius found Crocodile's youthful bravado amusing. The future warlord and kingpin, once a proud teenager, now reduced to this. The same Crocodile who had no problem using dirty tactics or manipulating situations to his advantage in the future was here, full of honor and defiance.

"Oh, right," Claudius thought to himself with a smile, "Who wasn't a hot-headed teenager at some point?"

Crocodile, watching Claudius from the corner of his eye, was confused. This guy who couldn't be much older than him was speaking like some wise elder. They were practically the same age, yet their circumstances couldn't be more different. One was born into unimaginable wealth and privilege as a Celestial Dragon, while the other had been betrayed by his own captain. It didn't seem fair. Same age, both wielding Logia abilities, yet the gap between them was insurmountable.

Before Crocodile could sink too deeply into his thoughts, Claudius spoke again. "I told you from the start, putting the Celestial Dragon's hoof brand on you was just to save your life. I didn't brand you as a slave to humiliate or control you."

Crocodile's expression hardened. "That brand is humiliation. It's the mark of a slave," he said through clenched teeth.

Claudius chuckled. "You might even come to wear it with pride one day."

"Ha! Are you crazy?!" Crocodile spat, the anger in his voice unmistakable.

"Listen," Claudius said, his tone more serious now. "In my eyes, it's not a slave brand. I'm not the kind of person who enjoys controlling people like that."

Crocodile was taken aback. He could see in Claudius's eyes that the guy was being sincere, as odd as that sounded. But after a pause, Crocodile still retorted, "That may be true for you, but in the eyes of the world, it's a mark of slavery. That's the reality."

Claudius gave him a knowing smile. "Then change the world. Change the rules."

Crocodile blinked, stunned. "What? Change the world?"

"Why not? Who says I can't?" Claudius shrugged casually, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"You? Change the world?" Crocodile scoffed. "You're not ready for that. You're not strong enough."

Claudius chuckled again, but this time there was a hint of steel in his gaze. "You're right. For now, I'm not strong enough. But I'm young, I've got time. I have the ambition, and most importantly, I have the position to do it. You'll see. One day, I will change the world."

Crocodile stayed silent, clearly weighing his words. After a moment, Claudius added, "So, how about it? Will you help me build this future? Or are you content just sitting here, angry at the world?"

Crocodile eyed him warily. "Help you? That's just another way of asking me to serve you. How's that any different from being a slave?"

Claudius sighed. "This guy really won't budge, huh?" he thought.

After a moment, Claudius asked, "Alright then, what is it that you want?"

"Freedom," Crocodile replied instantly. "Let me go."

Claudius shook his head. "That's not happening. Do you have any idea how hard I worked to keep you alive? You haven't exactly earned your freedom. Do I look like I'm here to do charity work?"

Crocodile's defiance flared up again. "Then kill me."

Claudius chuckled. "You're really a stubborn one. Fine, let's compromise."

Crocodile's ears perked up. "Compromise?" he asked, trying to mask his interest.

Claudius smiled. "Every year, I'll give you one chance to challenge me. If you win, I'll let you go free and even grant you three requests whatever they are. But if you lose, you'll work under me, no complaints, for the rest of the year. I won't treat you as a slave, and no one else will either. In fact, as long as you don't openly reveal it, no one will know you're bound to me. How does that sound?"

Crocodile mulled it over. It wasn't freedom, but it was better than being treated like a dog. He was about to respond when Claudius's expression shifted, and his voice dropped into a warning tone. "Crocodile, I like you. But don't mistake that for weakness. I am a Celestial Dragon. Test my patience, and you'll find out what it truly means to suffer."

The room felt heavier, the atmosphere suffocating. Crocodile knew better than to push any further. After a moment of tense silence, he nodded. "Fine. Your terms are fair. But you have to promise not to suppress my growth or hold me back in any way."

Claudius smirked. "You really think you can beat me in a year, after the beating I just gave you?"

Crocodile's pride flared again. "Who do you think I am? I'm Crocodile. I'll be a legend one day."

Claudius chuckled. "That much is true. You'll definitely be known around the world, that's for sure."

Crocodile straightened up, a hint of pride returning to his posture. But before he could savor the moment, Claudius added with a grin, "Of course, it'll be under my banner. Everyone will know you as my Crocodile."

Crocodile glared but said nothing. His pride wouldn't allow him to argue back, not when the power gap between them was so glaring.

Claudius continued, "Good, we have a deal. And not only will I not suppress your growth, but I'll also make sure you have everything you need to improve. Whatever you need to get stronger, just ask. As long as it's within my reach, you'll have it."

Crocodile's eyes lit up slightly at that. If this Celestial Dragon was willing to provide him with resources, then he could use this time to get stronger, and then... who knows? A year was a long time. Maybe he'd rise far beyond Claudius's expectations.

Standing up and dusting himself off, Crocodile glanced at his bare torso. "I'll need a coat," he said, his voice quieter now. "To cover this damn mark."

Claudius, amused, waved to his butler, Nia. A moment later, Nia handed over one of Claudius's signature brown-black coats, lined with mink fur. Claudius tossed it to Crocodile without hesitation. "As long as you show your value, you can have whatever you want."

Crocodile threw the coat over his shoulders, covering the humiliating mark on his back. "So, what do you want me to do?" he asked.

"For now?" Claudius said, turning away with a casual wave. "You're not ready for any real tasks. Focus on getting stronger. We'll see how useful you are then."

Crocodile watched him walk away, a flicker of frustration in his eyes, but he kept quiet. Claudius had made it clear this was the deal. He'd have to play along, at least for now.

As Claudius left Nia, approached him with concern. "Your Highness, are you sure this is wise? He's a Logia user, after all. It would be easy for him to escape. Shouldn't we at least put a seastone collar on him?"

Crocodile's jaw tightened, hearing that. But Claudius, without looking back, waved the concern away. "No need for that. I believe in his word. If I'm wrong and he runs? Then I've misjudged him, and I won't want someone like that under me anyway."

Crocodile's eyes twitched at Claudius's nonchalant response, but he kept quiet, though the thought of escape was nowhere near his mind now. Claudius's words had a strange, unsettling effect. It wasn't fear, but rather a twisted sense of trust. Crocodile, for all his arrogance, could recognize sincerity when he saw it.

"I won't run," Crocodile said firmly, almost as if he was convincing himself. "A year. That's all I need to surpass you."

Claudius smiled, not turning around. "Good. I like your confidence. Claudius and his group returned to their palace, and from a distance, they could already see Stussy waiting for them.

Walking up with a smile, Claudius asked, "Is everything settled?"

Stussy nodded and handed him a stack of documents. "All the authorizations are here. From today on, the World Government has officially established a new organization called 'CP-X.'"

She paused for a moment before adding with a smile, "I have to say, Your Highness, you really have a way with things. The Five Elders authorized CP-X as a completely new department, independent of both Naval Headquarters and the CP organization. Though it carries the 'CP' name, it's outside the authority of both the CP and the military high command. You can report directly to the Five Elders."

Her smile widened. "This essentially means, Your Highness, that you now hold a power on par with Naval Headquarters itself. It's really remarkable... Is this the influence of the Celestial Dragons?"

Claudius didn't seem particularly surprised, because this was exactly what he had requested from the Five Elders. He had known this was coming for a while now, so why act shocked?

Although Stussy had emphasized how powerful this new organization could be, Claudius knew better. Right now, CP-X was just an empty shell with no manpower or resources. No matter how much potential it had, without people to fill the ranks, it was meaningless.

The real challenge would be turning this potential into reality. If he could build CP-X into a strong and efficient force, then its creation would truly be something worth celebrating. Until then, there was no reason to get too excited.

That didn't stop Claudius from boasting a little. "What did you expect? I'm the Celestial Dragon most favored by the Five Elders. Naturally, I hold considerable power."

Stussy, knowing how Claudius liked to show off, didn't tease him. Instead, she played along, smiling as she said, "The more capable Your Highness is, the happier I'll be. After all, I've now been transferred from CP-0 to become the chief officer of CP-X."

Even though Claudius had requested a seemingly enormous power, the fact was that he currently had no one to fill the ranks of this new organization. The only people he could trust were Stussy and Nia. But Nia, while competent in her role, had no combat ability whatsoever and was mainly responsible for managing Claudius' daily affairs. She couldn't be expected to run CP-X. That left only Stussy, who was more than capable of taking on such a role.

Claudius patted Stussy on the shoulder. "Do your best. You'll find that this organization will offer you a much wider platform to show your talents than CP-0 ever could."

"I trust you completely, Your Highness," Stussy responded without hesitation.

Regardless of whether CP-X would succeed or fail, as long as she stayed close to Claudius, a Celestial Dragon favored by the Five Elders, Stussy knew she had everything to gain. And it didn't hurt that Claudius admired her abilities as well.

Loyalty to a strong and influential person, coupled with the promise of a bright future, made Stussy's choice clear.

Turning her gaze to Crocodile, who was sitting at the table devouring the food meant for Claudius, Stussy asked curiously, "It seems like you've already tamed that tough one?"

Crocodile, who no longer wore a slave collar, was eating like a starving man, with no sense of shame. Naturally, Stussy assumed Claudius had managed to bring him under control.

Claudius glanced at Crocodile, who seemed completely absorbed in the feast, and said, "Of course. I just had to shake my sleeve a little, and he came around. He's on our side now. Though he's still somewhat weak at the moment, his potential is good. I'll give him some time to grow stronger. Maybe one day he'll be able to handle something more important."

Crocodile grunted in dissatisfaction at Claudius' words but didn't argue.

Seeing this, Stussy didn't pursue the topic further. Instead, she shifted the conversation. "So, Your Highness, what's our next step with CP-X? The Five Elders have already given us a start-up capital of 500 million Berries."

Neither Stussy nor Nia, who had been with Claudius for a while now, was particularly impressed by the amount. In their world, such a sum wasn't anything special. However, Crocodile, who had known poverty, couldn't help but react.

"Five hundred million? That's a lot of money!" Crocodile exclaimed.

Nia shot him a disdainful look. "Five hundred million is nothing. His Highness' swords are worth 800 million each."

Crocodile looked at the two swords hanging from Claudius' waist in astonishment.

Claudius chuckled at Crocodile's awe and teased him, "What? Are you tempted by them?"

Crocodile hesitated for a moment before shaking his head. "As valuable as they are, I don't know how to use a sword. It'd just be a waste in my hands."

"At least you know your limits. Don't worry stick with His Highness, and you won't be lacking in opportunities down the line," Nia said sharply.

Crocodile shot her a glare but quickly dismissed it, realizing there was no point in getting angry at someone who was essentially harmless.

Claudius laughed at the exchange. "Five hundred million, huh? It seems like the Five Elders don't have high hopes for me. Giving me that amount... it's almost like they're telling me to just have fun with it."

Before Stussy could respond, Claudius continued, "It's fine, though. I've been hoarding my own private funds over the years, and some of the gifts people have given me in the hopes of currying favor have been sold off. I've accumulated quite a bit. The only thing I lack now is people I can rely on."

"Do you want me to go out and find some capable individuals?" Stussy asked, already knowing that Claudius wasn't keen on recruiting from within the World Government.

Claudius shook his head. "No need for now. You can have the CP organization keep an eye on the seas for me. If anyone I've been interested in pops up, let me know. I'm not eager to wander the vast oceans, only to risk running into another Buster Call."

Stussy nodded. "Understood, Your Highness."

After a moment of thought, Claudius asked, "Nia, I remember that before we left Mariejois, a businessman named Umit gave me a sizable amount of money to curry favor. Do you remember that?"

Nia thought for a moment before replying, "Yes, Your Highness. Umit gave us one billion Berries as a 'donation,' hoping for protection for his business in Mariejois."

"What's his business again?" Claudius raised an eyebrow.

Niya, who had an excellent memory, immediately answered, "He's in the shipping industry. He wants to establish a foothold in Mariejois because, without Fishman Island, Mariejois is the major transit point between the Grand Line and the New World. Controlling the shipping routes here means controlling the flow of goods between both seas."

Claudius remembered now. Umit the name sounded familiar because, in the future, this man would become the king of shipping in the dark underworld, a very powerful figure. But at the moment, Umit was still trying to gain a foothold and hadn't secured the connections he needed.

"Seems like he might be a useful guy. At the very least, he could make some money for me. After all, if I want to strengthen CP-X, I'll need a lot of funds. And while I'm not exactly short of money, more is always better. Get in touch with Umit for me when you can. I want to have a conversation with him."

Claudius smiled, then added, "Oh, and tell him to bring another billion as a meeting gift. I'm not the same person I was before."

Back then, Claudius had been just another Celestial Dragon with no real power. But now, things had changed. He was no longer at the bottom of the hierarchy. He had the favor of the Five Elders, and that meant Umit needed to pay double if he wanted to secure Claudius' protection.

"Don't worry, Your Highness," Nia replied. "Even if you asked for two billion more, I'm sure Umit would gladly bring it."

Claudius smiled and said, "Alright, enough about that. Since I'm on the rise, I don't intend to let my cousin in the North Blue struggle alone. Go fetch my phone snail. I'm going to reach out to him. It's about time someone up top looked out for him."

Claudius grinned, clearly thinking highly of himself. "I've always got Doffy's back, haven't I? Let's reserve a high-ranking spot in CP-X for him, just in case."

As Nia went to get the phone, Claudius turned back to Stussy and said, "Stussy, you're a very capable woman. Keeping you by my side for all these years has held you back in some ways, hasn't it?"

Stussy looked surprised, then quickly responded, "It's an honor to serve you, Your Highness. How could there be any complaints?"

Claudius smiled and waved his hand. "Alright, alright. I know you're loyal to me, but that's not an excuse to keep you tied down. Stussy, I've built a much broader platform now, and I think it's time to let you stretch your wings and show what you're truly capable of. You've got strategy and talent, more than enough to handle greater responsibilities."

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I'm working on translating a Fate ff that I found really interesting. I've read up to Chapter 60, and it's pretty decent overall. I've translated some of it, but since it's a typical Chinese ff, there's a fair bit of nationalism and some aspects of the MC's powers that might feel off-putting. But don't worry, I've edited and changed most of the elements that could make it unbearable.

If you're interested, I'd love for you to check it out and help me decide whether it's worth continuing to translate, or if I should wrap it up to avoid spending time on something that might not be well-received.

Fate: Question And Answer System of Traversing Heroic Spirits. Stussy had left Mariejois, setting out on the task Claudius had assigned to her. It wasn't anything too complicated; just a return to her "old business." Claudius had tasked her with establishing a force known as "Happy Street."

In the original timeline, had Claudius not intervened, Stussy would've likely received this assignment from CP-0 anyway. After all, as Claudius knew, this was the period during which the future heavyweights of the dark world were beginning to carve out their empires. Morgans, the bird-man, had already aligned himself with the World Government. Umit, as Claudius had recently learned, was starting his dealings in Mariejois. The others hadn't crossed his path yet, but Claudius had a sense that his cousin Doflamingo was also beginning to make his way into the underworld. It was all unfolding around the same time.

With the support of a Celestial Dragon like Claudius, he was confident that Stussy's development wouldn't lag behind her original trajectory. In a few years, "Happy Street" would undoubtedly rise to become a major intelligence power in the dark world. By then, CP-X would have no real weakness when it came to information gathering.

Meanwhile, in North Blue, the young Doflamingo was also expanding the reach of his Donquixote Family.

Although Doflamingo was only fourteen, he was cruel and ruthless in his actions. His subordinates, many of them considerably powerful, had already declared their loyalty to him as their king. His reputation in the dark world was steadily growing.

On his ship, Doflamingo sat listening to a report from one of his lieutenants. Despite his youth and somewhat immature appearance, there was a certain gravitas to the way he carried himself. He was already showing signs of being a future kingpin.

"Young Master," Trebol, the man who looked like a slug, reported, "I've gathered some intel on the leader of Germa 66. His name is Vinsmoke Judge. He was a wanted man not too long ago, but somehow, he's returned to Germa 66 and taken over as their new leader. What's strange is that, despite being a fugitive, Germa 66 is now recognized as one of the World Government's allied nations. They don't have a fixed territory, but they still enjoy the privileges of a member nation. Even Vinsmoke Judge's wanted status has been lifted."

Doflamingo frowned, clearly puzzled. He didn't understand how things had changed so drastically.

North Blue didn't have many big players, and his Donquixote Family had been flourishing in the region. Whenever they encountered trouble, they could always use the backing of his cousin Claudius, a Celestial Dragon. Most people wouldn't dare provoke the Donquixote Family.

But recently, this organization called "Germa 66" had emerged. Though technically an organization, it flew the flag of a World Government-affiliated nation, which made things tricky. Doflamingo couldn't just go up against them head-on, so he had to investigate them carefully.

Though some intel had been gathered, Doflamingo still couldn't piece it all together. How had this Vinsmoke Judge, once a wanted man, become a king?

Doflamingo found the situation frustrating. He wasn't yet powerful enough to openly challenge a member nation of the World Government. Germa 66's affiliation forced him to tread carefully in any competition with them.

Just as Doflamingo was mulling over the issue, the phone snail on the table beside him began to ring.

Doflamingo turned his head, and upon seeing the caller, his frustrated expression instantly vanished. A grin spread across his face as he quietly muttered, "It's him."

Trebol, observing his young master's joy, couldn't help but feel a bit helpless. While Doflamingo was exceptionally capable, he relied on his cousin a little too much. Whenever he encountered difficulties, his first instinct was to consult Claudius. Though it was a little strange to them, none of his subordinates dared to comment on it. After all, they knew very well Doflamingo's cousin was none other than a true Celestial Dragon!

Fortunately, this cousin of his had always treated Doflamingo well, helping him and his family on many occasions. And despite Doflamingo's occasional reliance on his cousin, he had grown into a sharp decision-maker on his own.

Picking up the phone snail, Doflamingo greeted enthusiastically, "Cousin! I read the papers. I heard you had quite the clash in the New World and even managed to injure the legendary pirate Golden Lion, Shiki! That's incredible!"

Claudius chuckled on the other end. "It wasn't as dramatic as the papers made it seem. They exaggerated things a bit. How are you, Doffy?"

Doflamingo shared a few details about his family's expansion, mentioning how they were making steady inroads into the dark world.

After chatting for a while, Doflamingo hesitated for a moment before speaking up, "Cousin, you're on Mariejois, so your intel is probably more reliable than mine. I've got something I need your help with. Could you check it out for me?"

Claudius smiled. "Of course. What's going on? Let's hear it."

"It's about this organization called 'Germa 66' that's recently popped up in North Blue. The leader's name is Vinsmoke Judge. It's strange because not too long ago, this guy was wanted by the World Government. But suddenly, he's become a king of a member nation. We think Germa 66 might also be getting involved in the dark world, but we don't know if they're going to be a friend or a foe. Could you look into them for me?"

Claudius paused for a moment, recognizing the name. "Vinsmoke Judge, huh?" He thought for a moment before asking, "Are they using those massive snail ships?"

Doflamingo immediately replied, "Yes, their floating base is called the 'War House'..."

Claudius laughed. "Well, I happen to know a bit about this. Let me fill you in."

Doflamingo's eyes lit up, and he leaned forward with excitement. "Cousin, you're amazing!"

Claudius chuckled before continuing, "Vinsmoke Judge is a top-tier scientist. Based on the info you gave me and what I already know, I'd bet he was part of a private scientific team alongside Dr. Vegapunk. Their research was so dangerous that the World Government couldn't just leave them to their own devices. They wanted to bring the whole team under their control and form a Marine science division. Vegapunk has already been taken in and is now leading that division. But Judge managed to escape with some of their research and is now back in Germa."

Doflamingo was stunned. "A scientist? And he's also a king?"

"Yes, Judge's background is decent he's a prince from the Germa Kingdom. Based on what you've told me, it sounds like he's managed to elevate himself to king. But because Germa 66 is technically a World Government member nation now, the government won't take any drastic actions against them. That's probably why their status has shifted so much," Claudius explained.

The details clicked into place in Claudius' mind. Though his knowledge of the Marine science division and Vegapunk was limited, he had pieced together enough from Doflamingo's intel. His deductions weren't far off the mark Vegapunk had indeed been forcibly brought into the World Government's service not too long ago. Now, he led the newly formed Marine science division.

Doflamingo, still processing the information, said, "So he's that powerful? A scientist?"

"Yes. From what I know, even though Germa 66 is an allied nation, they aren't exactly liked by the World Government. In the distant past, the Vinsmoke family ruled North Blue with military force, which made the World Government wary of them. The Vinsmokes have been trying to get the World Government to give them a fixed territory, but so far, that request hasn't been approved. And you're right they are looking to move into the dark world. They plan to sell 'war' and operate as mercenaries."

Claudius had just laid out the Vinsmoke family's entire background for Doflamingo.

Doflamingo took a moment to process all of this before responding, "So, they're not really on good terms with the World Government?"

"That's right," Claudius confirmed.

"In that case, they might not be enemies. In fact, we might be able to work with them. If they're selling war, I could benefit from that maybe even branch into the arms trade," Doflamingo mused.

Claudius was impressed. His cousin was only fourteen, yet he was already showing sharp business instincts. He had a strategic mind.

"You're not wrong, Dover," Claudius said, amused. "They might not be enemies. And speaking of business, I've got a proposition for you. I've recently gained the trust of the Five Elders, and they've authorized me to establish an organization called CP-X..."

Claudius went on to explain the details of CP-X and what he had in mind.

Doflamingo listened carefully, then exclaimed, "That's incredible, Cousin!"

"As my cousin, I'd like to invite you and your Donquixote family to join CP-X. What do you think? I see it as a mutually beneficial arrangement. You're already making moves on your end, and when it comes to business, this could serve as a protective cover, making everything seem legitimate."

Doflamingo didn't hesitate for a second. After all, the Donquixote family wasn't a major power yet more like a small seedling still growing. As his cousin had pointed out, this partnership would give him more freedom to take bold actions.

Using the World Government's banner to bolster his own strength, while secretly plotting to eliminate those arrogant Celestial Dragons sitting high above... wasn't that a thrilling thought?

"Cousin, since you've invited me, of course I'll agree," Doflamingo said without delay.

"Hahaha, that's what I expected from my younger brother. That's all I wanted to say. If you need anything, don't hesitate to reach out," Claudius said lightly. In the middle of the Sea Circle Calendar year 1497, largely unnoticed by the world, a new organization called Happy Street began to emerge and expand within the underworld. Meanwhile, Umit had essentially taken control of the shipping business in Mariejois.

This small ripple, like a butterfly flapping its wings, might seem insignificant now, but could lead to major changes in the future.

Inside the grand palace of Mariejois, Claudius sat leisurely in a rocking chair, engrossed in a book. His butler, Nia, entered the study holding an account ledger.

Hearing the door open, Claudius glanced up and smiled at Nia.

Nia returned the smile and said, "I saw Crocodile storming out earlier. Did he upset you again, Your Highness?"

"Me? No, not at all. I'm far too generous for that. It's just that he lost to me again during our morning training, and instead of closing the gap between us, it seems to have widened. He's been sulking all day."

Claudius chuckled softly.

Nia, clearly not surprised, shrugged. "Crocodile might be skilled, but how could he compare to you, Your Highness? Of course he lost."

"Working for free, is he? He should be ashamed," Nia continued with a snicker. "You've fed him, given him drink, even let him study Zephyr's teachings without charge, and he still dares to challenge you. If he loses, it's only what he deserves."

Claudius smiled again. "Young talents need proper nurturing. Let him struggle now. One day, he might grow into someone worth my attention."

Changing the topic, Nia placed the ledger on Claudius' desk. "Your Highness, this is Umit's account book for the year. As per our agreement, he's given us 30% of his profits. That's about four billion Berries."

"Not bad," Claudius nodded, though he didn't bother looking at the ledger. He trusted Nia completely when it came to finances.

Though Umit had aligned himself with Claudius, Claudius never fully trusted the man. Umit was ambitious, and Claudius sensed that deep down. So, he didn't bring Umit into CP-X or any of his inner circles. Instead, he just demanded 30% of Umit's business profits annually no negotiation.

Claudius had noticed Umit's reluctance, but as a powerful Celestial Dragon, and with the backing of the Five Elders, Claudius could shut down Umit's business with a mere word. Umit had no choice but to comply.

"Any issues with the account?" Claudius asked.

"No discrepancies. The numbers check out," Nia replied.

"Good. Split it in half. Send one half to Stussy, and keep the rest for emergencies. Umit might be obedient now, but we can't be too sure about the future."

Nia then asked, "Would you prefer to replace him? After all, someone like him can be swapped out any time."

Claudius shook his head. "Not yet. He's competent enough for now. Once his business grows large enough, and I find someone more reliable, I'll take both him and his empire in one stroke."

Seeing that Claudius had no further plans for Umit at the moment, Nia moved on. "There's news from the Sabaody Archipelago Roger's crew has been spotted there again."

"Roger, huh?" Claudius mused, a smile playing on his lips. "This might be the last time they enter the New World."

By mid-1497, Claudius knew that in about a year and a half, Roger would find the final island, Raftel, and become the Pirate King a title that would threaten the World Government. Afterward, Roger would disband his crew, marry in South Blue, and then, with his health failing, surrender to the Marines. His execution in East Blue's Loguetown would mark the start of the Great Pirate Era.

"Did Garp catch them?" Claudius asked.

"No, unfortunately. Garp is currently in the New World. Roger's crew has been spotted in a tavern in the lawless area," Nia replied.

"A tavern? Could it be Shakky's Rip-off Bar?" Claudius asked, raising an eyebrow.

Nia was surprised. "How did you know, Your Highness?"

Claudius chuckled. "That place is a little famous for more than just its drinks. Some people fall in love there, you know?"

If memory served, that tavern was where Silvers Rayleigh and Shakky started their romance. Rayleigh would later retire in Sabaody and live there with Shakky.

Nia smiled, though a bit confused. "I get the feeling you're always particularly interested in news about Roger's crew, Your Highness. Why is that?"

Claudius laughed heartily. "Roger was the first pirate bold enough to invite me aboard his ship. Besides, I've got a feeling that they'll do something truly world-shaking soon."

"Regardless, Your Highness, you should prepare. Zephyr will be arriving shortly to see you," Nia informed him.

"See me? Why?"

"I heard there was an attack on Marineford's residential area by a group of pirates. Zephyr's family was caught up in it."

Marineford, the headquarters of the Navy, housed not only Marine officers but also their families. Recently, a group of pirates had the audacity to attack the living quarters, causing a huge scandal and embarrassing the Navy.

Zephyr's family was one of the targets, but Claudius had made arrangements years ago to station CP-0 operatives in Marineford. Thanks to their protection, Zephyr's family was unharmed.

Zephyr, having discovered that Claudius had secretly protected his family, was now coming to thank him personally.

After putting the pieces together, Claudius nodded thoughtfully. "Zephyr's visit is timely. I had something I wanted to ask him anyway, particularly about the Marine Science Unit."

"The Science Unit? Why are you interested in them, Your Highness?" Nia asked, curious.

Claudius smirked. "Well, as head of CP-X, I rank the same as the leaders of the CP organizations, the Fleet Admiral of the Marines, and others. I'm not directly under any military command, but cooperation is only natural. Marine's science division might have some interesting projects, don't you think? At the very least, I'm curious to see if there's anything that could enhance the power of the Marsh-Marsh Fruit."

Not long after, Zephyr arrived at the gates of the palace. Nia went out to greet him, and soon he was escorted to Claudius.

Claudius hadn't seen Zephyr in some time, but upon seeing him, he smiled warmly. "Zephyr, it's been a while."

Zephyr strode over quickly and grabbed Claudius by the arm, his expression sincere. "Your Highness, thank you. If it weren't for you, I don't know what might have happened to my family."

Claudius waved him off casually. "No need for thanks, Zephyr. I barely remember making those arrangements."

"Even so, Your Highness, you saved their lives. I owe you a great debt," Zephyr said, his tone serious.

After exchanging more pleasantries, the two sat down. Claudius, always quick with a jest, said, "Zephyr, I must say, you've been a bit negligent this time. Isn't today rather important?"

Zephyr blinked, confused. "Important? Is today a special day?"

Claudius stared at him. "You don't know? Roger's crew is in Sabaody Archipelago right now. Aren't you planning to capture them?"

Zephyr chuckled, shaking his head. "Ah, Your Highness, you're not aware. I've already resigned from my position in the Marines."

"Resigned?" Claudius was genuinely surprised. "You're leaving the Navy?"

"Not entirely. I'm stepping down from the position of Admiral. Recent events have made me reflect deeply. I'm no longer suited for the responsibilities of an Admiral, especially in these turbulent times. I think it's better for me to retire from active duty and focus on training the next generation of Marines," Zephyr explained with a calm smile.

After chatting for a short while, food was ready, and Claudius invited Zephyr Admiral to join him for dinner. Zephyr didn't hesitate to accept the offer.

Typically, Claudius dined with Nia. At first, Nia had found it difficult to relax during these meals, but over time she had grown accustomed to the routine. However, when guests were present, she reverted to her more formal duties, standing behind Claudius and assisting him as needed pouring drinks or attending to minor tasks.

Claudius didn't pay much attention to Nia's formalities, instead continuing his conversation with Zephyr.

"From what I see, the situation on the seas will only worsen over the next couple of years. Zephyr, is it really a good time for you to step down? The Marines will be down two Admirals. Doesn't that leave the Navy vulnerable?" Claudius asked casually between bites of food.

Zephyr didn't hold back. He knew Claudius well by now, and their relationship was close enough that formalities were unnecessary.

After swallowing a mouthful of food, Zephyr chuckled. "As expected, the food here is top-notch."

He paused for a moment before continuing. "You're right, Your Highness. The situation is definitely growing worse, especially with the pirates in the New World becoming more restless. Once they start moving, it stirs up every scoundrel across the seas. Take that attack on Marineford, for example. I've been in the Marines for decades, and it was the first time I'd ever seen pirates dare to attack our base directly."

Claudius laughed quietly. It was something he could never have predicted either, despite his knowledge of the future.

Zephyr then added, "But while things are deteriorating, my stepping down doesn't necessarily affect me. As for the Admiral vacancies, I was anxious about it at first, but the more I think about it, the less it matters. There's always Garp, even if he refuses the Admiral title no one would dare look down on him. And just because I'm no longer an Admiral doesn't mean I can't still fight when Marine needs me. It's just a title."

Claudius understood that, despite Zephyr's nonchalant attitude, losing an Admiral would still affect the Navy's presence on the seas, particularly during the coming Great Pirate Era. The Marines at full strength might have deterred some of the rising pirate captains. But then again, the truly dangerous ones wouldn't be stopped by mere titles.

Claudius shrugged inwardly. If Zephyr wanted to step down, it wasn't his place to argue.

"Since you're stepping down, it won't be proper to call you Admiral anymore. From now on, how about I call you Teacher Zephyr?" Claudius said with a smile.

Zephyr smiled warmly in return. "It would be an honor to be called Teacher by someone as remarkable as you, Your Highness."

"Haha, then I offer my congratulations, Teacher Zephyr. May you enjoy your retirement from the frontlines, and may you continue to shape the next generation of Marines," Claudius said, raising his glass in a toast.

The two clinked glasses and drank, their conversation shifting to lighter topics about the state of the sea and its ever-shifting tides.

"Oh, right," Zephyr suddenly remembered. "You once asked me to keep an eye out for some up-and-coming figures on the seas, didn't you? Well, I've recently come across one of them."

Claudius leaned in, intrigued. "Who?"

"A young swordsman by the name of Dracule Mihawk. I believe that's one of the names you mentioned?"

Claudius's eyes lit up with interest. "That's the one. Where is he now?"

Zephyr shook his head with a wry smile. "That, I don't know. His movements are hard to track. He's taken up the pirate mantle, but oddly enough, he roams alone."

Most pirates gathered crews to bolster their influence, even if they didn't rely heavily on them. Even the legendary Roger Pirates had a small but elite crew. But Mihawk was different. He sailed the seas solo, rarely causing trouble or following any clear purpose. It was as if he was simply drifting wherever the wind carried him.

Because of this, Mihawk was notoriously difficult to locate.

"A lone wolf, huh? That makes it a real challenge to track him down," Claudius muttered, shaking his head. He had even sent people to search for Mihawk on Kuraigana Island but had come up empty-handed. The swordsman was elusive.

"Well, he's been challenging swordsmen wherever he goes. Don't be too surprised if he ends up challenging you one of these days," Zephyr said with a chuckle.

Claudius laughed at the thought. "Me? I'm no swordsman, Zephyr. I don't plan on relying on a blade for the rest of my life."

"That may be," Zephyr said with a knowing grin, "but word on the sea is that you've earned a reputation among swordsmen, whether you like it or not."

Claudius raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about, teacher?"

"You may not realize it, but after your fight with Shiki, you left quite an impression. Shiki may be a notorious pirate, but among swordsmen, he's also highly respected. The fact that you gave him that scar has spread. Now, many young swordsmen know of you, and they see you as a formidable opponent. If Mihawk's going around challenging the best swordsmen, don't be surprised if he shows up at your doorstep one day."

Claudius blinked in surprise. "All that from just a single strike? I never expected to be labeled as a swordsman after that."

He had only slashed Shiki in a moment of desperation, using whatever was available. He never thought it would earn him a place in the swordsmen's hall of fame. Then again, the truth of that battle wasn't widely known. Few had witnessed it, and those who did had little reason to broadcast the details. It wasn't as though Shiki would go around bragging about a loss.

"So now I'm a famous swordsman, huh? If Mihawk really does come looking for a fight, at least it'll save me the trouble of hunting him down," Claudius said with a laugh.

Zephyr nodded. "Just don't underestimate him. He's been taking down some well-known swordsmen lately."

"Hah! If someone like me can be mistaken for a swordsman, it's no wonder Mihawk's been able to carve his way through the ranks," Claudius joked, but there was a serious undertone to his words. "Don't worry, I won't underestimate him."

Satisfied with Claudius's understanding, Zephyr said no more on the subject. "As long as you're prepared."

The conversation drifted back to other topics. Zephyr eventually mentioned, "As for the other people you asked me to watch out for, I haven't heard any news yet. Maybe they haven't appeared yet, or maybe they're keeping a low profile."

Claudius shrugged. "No rush. We'll see them eventually."

Initially, Claudius had planned to ask Zephyr about the Navy's Science Division, but now that Zephyr was stepping down, he didn't want to burden him with work-related questions. He could always ask Sengoku or another high-ranking officer later.

After chatting for a while longer, Zephyr brought up another subject. "I heard you're quite interested in Sky Island, is that true?"

Claudius blinked in surprise. "Yes, I am. From what I've gathered, the World Government has a way to reach Sky Island, don't they?"

In his memories, Sky Island was typically reached by catching the unpredictable Knock-Up Stream, but Claudius knew there had to be other methods.

Zephyr nodded. "Yes, there's an upward weather current in the West Blue that leads to Sky Island. However, it's extremely dangerous. Out of a hundred people who try, maybe a handful make it. That's why we rarely use that route."

Claudius nodded in understanding. "So, there's still a way. But judging from your tone, it sounds like you have more to say?"

Zephyr smiled. "Indeed, there is more. Vice Admiral Tsuru will soon be leading a Marine warship to Sky Island. This would be her fourth trip. If you're truly determined to visit, I figured this might be a safer option for you than braving the soaring currents."

Claudius grinned. "Teacher, you really do know me well. If I had made up my mind, I'd go even if it meant riding the currents. But I appreciate the suggestion. I think I'll take you up on it."

Zephyr chuckled. "I thought as much."

In this world, there are three types of seas: the Blue Sea, the White Sea, and the White-White Sea.

The Blue Sea refers to the ocean most people are familiar with, which includes the Four Blues (East Blue, West Blue, North Blue, and South Blue), the Grand Line, and the Calm Belt. Above the Blue Sea, however, lie two more mysterious oceans: the White Sea and the White-White Sea.

The White Sea is located approximately 7,000 meters above the Blue Sea, while the White-White Sea is even higher, around 10,000 meters above sea level.

Sky Island, also known as Skypiea, is a well-known location within the White-White Sea, floating at an altitude of 10,000 meters. Though it is real, many people on the Blue Sea consider it to be just a legend or myth due to its inaccessibility.

Sky Island remains shrouded in mystery because the World Government rarely intervenes in matters concerning these high-altitude seas. While some of the more powerful pirates and seasoned adventurers in the New World are aware of its existence, the general populace tends to dismiss it as mere folklore.

Most ordinary folk and weaker pirates dismiss Sky Island as a mere fantasy, a tale spun by the sea's dreamers. Meanwhile, those who know the truth—the world's elites—are too disinterested to bother correcting them. As a result, the phrase "Sky Island is just a myth" has become the dominant belief among the masses.

Now, high above West Blue at 10,000 meters, Crocodile stood aboard a Marine warship, gazing at the vast, cloud-like expanse of the White-White Sea with awe. Despite having set foot on the sea of clouds, the experience still felt surreal to him.

"I've heard stories about the White-White Sea and Sky Island, but I always thought it was just a joke or a legend. I never expected there to be such a miraculous place above the sky," Crocodile muttered, his voice full of wonder.

Claudius, standing beside him, chuckled. "Hahahaha, people's dreams never end, Crocodile. This world is full of surprises. Your old captain didn't tell you that Sky Island is real?"

Crocodile shot him a glance, shaking his head. "No, I didn't spend long with the John Pirates. I was mostly in hiding, trying to avoid the Golden Lion. Didn't have time to ask about things like that."

"Is that so? Then you were running with the wrong crowd. But now that you're with me, your world is only going to get bigger," Claudius said confidently, smiling.

Under different circumstances, Crocodile might have snapped back with a sarcastic retort, but standing here, gazing out at the endless sea of clouds, he couldn't bring himself to argue. The sight was simply too overwhelming. After a moment, he nodded slightly, his eyes filled with complex emotions. "A bigger world... maybe."

"It's not a maybe. It's a certainty," Claudius said firmly. He paused before asking, "How are you feeling? Better?"

Crocodile took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "Much better. At first, I was short of breath, but now I'm used to it."

"That means your body's adapted well. You're getting stronger, worthy of the man who costs me hundreds of millions of Berries a year," Claudius joked with a grin.

Crocodile scowled at him. "The investment you've made in me will be repaid twice over in the future."

"Good to hear, hahaha," Claudius laughed.

Because the White-White Sea sits at such a high altitude, the air is much thinner than at sea level. Most people suffer from altitude sickness when they first arrive, struggling to breathe. Crocodile had felt the effects earlier, but now seemed to have adjusted. Claudius, being a Logia user with control over gases, felt nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, it almost felt like his element was more in tune with this place.

Not long after discussing Sky Island with Zephyr, Claudius had decided to join Tsuru on her mission to Sky Island. Opportunities to visit the sky were rare, ships to the White-White Sea were dispatched only every few years, and relying on the chaotic upward currents was too risky to consider. So, when this chance came, Claudius didn't hesitate to seize it.

Now, here he was, sailing through the sky with Vice Admiral Tsuru and her crew.

Tsuru, a seasoned veteran of Sky Island expeditions, navigated the dangerous currents with practiced ease. Though they lost over a dozen Marine soldiers during the ascent, the majority of the crew made it safely to the White-White Sea.

Claudius had wisely left Nia, behind on this trip. Nia, while loyal, was completely defenseless and would have been more of a liability. Instead, he brought Crocodile along, hoping the experience would open the younger man's eyes and prepare him for the future.

Tsuru was here on an official mission for the World Government. With the upcoming World Summit in two and a half years, the government was looking to strengthen its alliances, particularly as the seas were growing more chaotic. They had already scoured the blue seas for potential allies, but there were limits to what they could find there. So, they had turned their gaze upward, toward Sky Island, hoping to recruit new member nations and harness the Sky Islanders' unique "shell technology."

Contrary to popular belief, Sky Island wasn't just one place. There were several islands in the White-White Sea, including Angel Island and Birka, the latter being the home of the infamous Enel. Even Kaido had once attempted suicide by jumping from one of the Sky Islands.

But Claudius wasn't interested in politics or alliances. He was here for something far more important: the Thunder Fruit.

Yes, Claudius knew how clichéd it sounded. But clichés aside, the Thunder Fruit was no joke. It was widely considered one of the strongest Devil Fruits in existence. Some even called it the most powerful Logia fruit, and possibly the strongest Devil Fruit of all.

When Claudius had first arrived in this world, one of his greatest regrets was that his predecessor had squandered the opportunity to gain a truly powerful ability. The Nitrogen-Nitrogen Fruit, while impressive, had been wasted due to the original Claudius's ignorance. If Claudius had the chance, he would have much preferred to seek out the Thunder Fruit, an ability capable of devastating entire islands.

As Claudius was lost in thought, Crocodile stood at the edge of the deck, captivated by the surreal sight of the sea of clouds. Claudius, meanwhile, had grown bored of the view and was about to head back to his cabin when a crisp voice called out from behind him.

"What are you staring at?"

Claudius turned, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Just admiring the view. Why?"

The speaker was a tall, strikingly beautiful woman. It was none other than Gion, the Marine swordswoman Claudius had crossed paths with back at Marineford.

Gion had matured since their last encounter. She now bore the rank of Vice Admiral and carried herself with a more refined presence.

"Back then, I really thought you were just a member of the CP organization. I never expected you to be a Celestial Dragon. This trip to the White-White Sea is dangerous why would someone of your status take such a risk?" Gion asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

Claudius smiled and shrugged. "I am part of the CP organization, don't forget. I'm the leader of CP-X, directly reporting to the Five Elders. In terms of administrative rank, I'm equal to the Fleet Admiral. As for being a Celestial Dragon, no one ever asked me if I wanted the title."

Gion raised an eyebrow. Claudius's behavior was certainly far removed from what anyone expected of a Celestial Dragon. Who had ever heard of a Celestial Dragon risking their life, let alone for something as trivial as adventure?

"Come on, we both know CP-X is just a figurehead organization. It might sound impressive, but it's all bark and no bite. You're using it as a cover, aren't you?" Gion said, a smirk tugging at her lips.

Claudius chuckled, not bothered by her words. "You're not entirely wrong. CP-X is still in its infancy. That's why I'm here to hunt for treasure."

"Treasure? On Sky Island? You mean the dials?" Gion asked, puzzled.

Claudius shook his head, his grin widening. "I'm here for something far more valuable. I'm after the Logia Thunder Fruit, the strongest Devil Fruit in existence. Rumor has it that the Thunder Fruit is here on Sky Island. Once I get my hands on it, I'll train someone who'll rival even you, Gion. That's why I'm willing to take the risk."

Gion's eyes widened in surprise. "The Thunder Fruit? How do you know it's here? Marine has been searching for that fruit for years, and there's been no sign of it. The last time it was seen was over two hundred years ago."

Marine had always prioritized finding powerful Logia fruits to strengthen their ranks, especially after the emergence of monsters like Kuzan, Sakazuki, and Borsalino. Yet, despite their best efforts, they had never been able to locate the elusive Thunder Fruit.

Claudius smirked. "Who do you think I am? I'm Don Quixote Claudius. This is a secret of my family, passed down for generations. Not many people know about it."