Chapter 206: The Princess of Alabasta
After a brief moment of sensing, Fang Yi immediately grasped the current situation in Alabasta.
He added, "The remaining portion consists of Beli that still holds credit value and can be used for trade."
In a kingdom like Alabasta, where most cities have been buried beneath sandstorms, this devastation was due to the constant plundering by Crocodile, the Desert King. As a result, most of the kingdom's resources had been centralized at the Baroque Works headquarters in Rainbase, or exhausted by his relentless conscription and military operations.
"Once a massive amount of assets is converted—surpassing the credit capacity of the Beli itself…"
Fang Yi shook his head. "It's like Dance Powder overdrawing the kingdom's wealth. The portion of assets used to keep the country running gets consumed as Beli, which naturally leads to natural disasters."
This was an inevitable outcome.
The more you print money, the more you try to exploit loopholes, the greater the losses you'll bear.
At the end of the day,
The Reincarnation Game isn't about finance. Those who try to profit through arbitrage, short-selling merchant traders, or printing unlimited money—none of that works here.
"What's going on?!"
A leader of one of the noble legions, after connecting through a Den Den Mushi, suddenly paled in shock. "That was supposed to be assets exchanged through the World Government! Why is my territory suddenly being ravaged by a frost calamity?!"
He had founded his legion by relying on the rare medicinal herbs grown within his fief, which earned him massive amounts of reward points. But now that the frost calamity had destroyed everything, he didn't even have the funds to pay his soldiers.
At the same time,
Many other noble legion leaders received similar reports of disaster across the kingdom. Their expressions grew darker than storm clouds.
"It's because you're part of the World Government."
A calm voice spoke slowly.
Member nations.
The annual Heavenly Tribute they paid was essentially their national essence, forcefully extracted by the World Government. Once that essence was depleted, the backlash would naturally be borne by the member nations themselves.
"This isn't fair!"
One of the noble leaders cried out, heart heavy with pain.
"Yes, it's not fair!"
"We didn't do anything wrong, and yet we're the ones paying for the Celestial Dragons' mistakes!"
Like a fire igniting dry tinder, the voice sparked a chorus of angry echoes from noble leaders across the world.
Even so,
With a Marine Admiral present, none of them dared openly declare their withdrawal from the World Government.
After all, the fate of non-member nations was clear and well-known.
"Lord Imu…"
As the scene grew increasingly agitated, the Five Elders furrowed their brows.
If only a few nations had dared to speak out of turn, they could have simply sent a Marine Admiral to crush the dissent. But now, dozens of member nations were openly protesting—including some powerful kingdoms rich in resources that greatly benefited the World Government. If handled poorly, the losses could be catastrophic.
"There has never been fairness on these seas."
Through a Pacifista, a cold electronic voice echoed—Lord Imu's voice, artificially synthesized.
Yet from within the monotone mechanical tone, a trace of emotion—agitation and madness—could be heard.
Having absorbed the [Thin Divine Bloodline], Imu seemed to have undergone a fundamental shift in mindset.
"If you believe it's unfair, then disappear from this sea!"
The Pacifista in its Tyrant Form opened its mouth.
A golden laser beam fired, piercing directly through the chest of the noble leader who had first spoken.
"Ah!"
Blood soaked the noble's body as he collapsed, fumbling in his pockets for a life recovery potion, which he poured desperately down his throat.
"You're a demon!"
"We—the Kingdom of Black Truffle—hereby permanently withdraw from the World Government!"
The noble, nearly slain in an instant, glared furiously at the Pacifista.
So what if the World Government had deep foundations?
With the Game Merchant in their corner, the Kingdom of Black Truffle could soon accumulate enough reward points to one day overthrow the World Government and take revenge.
"The Kingdom of Black Truffle?"
Imu seemed to have been waiting for this declaration, as if the response had already been prepared.
Boom…
Moments later,
A faint explosion echoed in the distance, reaching the ears of those present.
"What was that?"
Someone turned to look toward the sound's source—somewhere in the East Blue, in the direction of the Kingdom of Black Truffle.
Before long, Den Den Mushi across the area started ringing.
Noble leaders of factions close to Black Truffle answered their calls, their faces quickly twisting into looks of shock and horror.
"The Kingdom of Black Truffle… has been destroyed!"
"What?!"
A noble, who had just finished a call, said in a dry voice, "A beam of light suddenly fell from the sky. Then… the entire island vanished, reduced to a massive crater now filling with seawater."
"Something like that…"
Everyone turned stiffly toward the noble from Black Truffle, whose face had gone ashen.
On the deck of the Baroque pirate ship,
Crocodile could hardly contain his excitement. He murmured under his breath, "It's an Ancient Weapon. Imu has activated an Ancient Weapon!"
"One strike destroyed an entire island—that's the power of an Ancient Weapon!"
And yet,
His thoughts drifted to the Revolutionary Army leader, who could also shatter islands in a single strike. Suddenly, the excitement in his heart felt hollow, replaced with a sense of emptiness.
If physical training alone could rival the power of an Ancient Weapon…
Then what was the point of his lifelong pursuit?
Among the flickering lights and shadows,
Imu's face remained hidden, but the dim glow illuminated her eyes—now patterned with crazed, wave-like irises.
"Those who dare defy the Divine Clan must be annihilated."
"From this moment forward, there are no more Celestial Dragons—only the Divine Clan!"
…
"Damn it… With such power to sink islands, are we just supposed to keep letting the World Government suck us dry?"
One noble leader growled in frustration.
Even having witnessed the cruelty of the Celestial Dragons and the suffering of their slaves, those images had never stirred rebellion in their hearts.
But now, with their precious reward points being drained in broad daylight, the interests of their noble legions were under threat. These member nations could no longer tolerate the World Government's exploitation and wanted to rise in defiance.
But just as this sliver of rebellion had begun to surface—
Imu's overwhelming show of force snuffed it out entirely.
…
Deep within the deserts of Alabasta,
A Baroque assassin with long lake-blue hair had just slain a desert lizard.
Dragging the heavy carcass behind her, she ducked into a half-ruined structure, hiding from the sudden sandstorm sweeping across the land.
"What are we supposed to do, Alabasta?"
Vivi's face was etched with sorrow.
This town, once known as Eluma, had once flourished. Now, it had been swallowed by the sands, reduced to a desolate ruin.
All because of that terrifying man.
A pirate disguised as Alabasta's hero—Crocodile of the Desert!
He had incited civil war, framed the royal family, and stirred rebellion among the people…
During this time, she had been hiding deep within the desert, climbing the ranks within Baroque Works by carrying out assassin missions—hoping that once she reached the upper echelons, she could gather enough intel to expose Crocodile's conspiracy.
"I heard… something's happened in the East Blue. Even Baroque's top assassins were sent over there?"
Vivi had caught vague whispers about a strange and unique game surfacing in the East Blue.
But she knew nothing of the details.
Suddenly, a voice whispered in her ear: "If you're willing… you can exchange for ownership of this island. That is the way to save your kingdom."
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