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Chapter 58: On the Power of Plot Correction
The moment that face appeared, it was as if the world's mute button had been pressed.
The gazes of the two CP0 agents froze beneath their masks.
There was no need for confirmation, and no need for doubt.
That face, that man, that aura of a sovereign... it had long been branded into the souls of every high-ranking member of the World Government by the highest-level wanted posters.
"The Revolutionary..."
"Monkey D. Dragon!"
On one agent's internal channel, a hoarse, static-filled voice roared the forbidden name.
The other agent forcefully suppressed his pounding heart. His voice, distorted by extreme tension, issued the most severe warning to the figure.
"Revolutionary Dragon! What are you doing here?!"
"A Celestial Dragon is present! Are you trying to declare... all-out war on the World Government?!"
His voice trembled on the last word, a tremor he himself didn't even notice.
On the Celestial Dragon's massive ship.
Saint Jalmack, who had been roaring with rage, suddenly went rigid.
His eyes, usually squeezed shut by fat, snapped wide open, his sclera shot with blood.
"Dragon... It's Dragon!!"
He recognized him! That face was identical to the one on the highest-level wanted poster, the one all Celestial Dragons had cursed countless times! The World's Worst Criminal!
"Aaaaaahhh!!"
Pure terror turned into a heart-shredding shriek that pierced the night.
Saint Jalmack's fat finger trembled as he pointed at Dragon, letting out a bestial roar.
"Kill him!!"
"What are you two wastes waiting for?! Kill him!!!"
"I order you! At all costs! Twist his head off for me!!!"
It was a kill order from a World Noble.
The two CP0 agents felt a chill explode from their spines. They knew better than anyone how terrifying this man was.
But the order was absolute.
"ROAR!!"
The Dire Wolf agent roared. His massive body swelled again, and black Armament Haki flowed like a living thing, instantly consuming his fur and claws.
He was burning his own life!
The other agent slammed his hands together, his eyes red, preparing his strongest ability.
"Space Lock: Skynet..."
However, all their preparations, all their fatal resolve, were just child's play in Dragon's eyes.
Dragon didn't even spare them a glance.
His gaze, from beginning to end, was fixed on the blond boy held aloft by the wind, his face filled with shock.
He spoke calmly, as if stating a truth.
"In your wind, I feel the will to break free from all shackles."
"That is... the thirst for freedom."
The moment his voice fell, Dragon finally moved.
He just... slowly raised a single index finger in the CP0's direction.
BOOM!!!
An formless Conqueror's Haki, like a physical storm, descended!
The two, ready to fight to the death, froze.
"How... How is this possible?!"
The Dire Wolf agent was horrified. The power he'd gained from burning his life, his full-body Armament Haki, was completely suppressed by the opponent's Conqueror's Haki, unable to move!
The other agent was even more terrified. He frantically tried to activate his Lock-Lock Fruit ability to seal the space.
But his power had barely manifested, the invisible "chains" hadn't even formed, before they were crushed by Dragon's Conqueror's Haki!
"It's Conqueror's Haki... So strong!"
What an overwhelming gap!
Dragon retracted his gaze from Sabo. Finally, his calm eyes, for the first time, landed on the two immobilized "trash."
He waved his hand.
The motion was casual, as if swatting two annoying flies.
Whoosh!
A violent hurricane formed, infused with jet-black, condensed Armament Haki! The wind was his weapon!
Swoosh!
Under everyone's horrified gaze, the two figures were caught by the Haki-infused hurricane, turning into two black meteors. At a speed that tore at the eyes, they were slammed back onto the deck of the Celestial Dragon's ship!
Boom! Boom!
Two earth-shaking crashes! The incredibly hard, custom-built deck was as fragile as paper. It was smashed, leaving two deep, man-shaped holes.
The two smoking craters appeared precisely at Saint Jalmack's feet.
In the pits, the World Government's top agents had every bone in their bodies shattered. Their expensive suits were fused with their bloody pulp. They were unconscious, their breathing so faint it could stop at any moment.
One move. No, it wasn't even a move.
A glance, a raised finger, a wave of his hand.
Two CP0 agents, instantly defeated.
Far away, on the black ship.
Ivankov's giant, heavily made-up face was frozen, his mouth open wide enough to fit a basketball.
"Dragon... Dragon-boy... That's just... too much, ya-know! Hiii-haa!!"
He was so shocked, even his signature catchphrase was off-key.
And on the even more distant coast of the Goa Kingdom.
Blake's consciousness chuckled.
"The power of plot correction really is strong."
"After all that, I can't believe Sabo still ended up in your hands, Dragon."
On the battlefield.
After dealing with the insects, Dragon's gaze finally crossed the sea and landed on the gaudy ship, on the World Noble who was scared stiff.
He didn't speak.
He didn't release any killing intent.
It was just a calm stare.
Yet, it was this stare that became the final straw, breaking Saint Jalmack's mind.
"Ah... ah..."
The Celestial Dragon's fat body trembled violently, his fat rolling. In his world, all he could see were those deep, cold eyes that seemed to pierce his soul.
It was... the judgment... of a god!
Thud!
Saint Jalmack's legs gave out, and his massive body collapsed. A strong, acrid stench filled the air as a puddle spread from his pant leg onto the clean deck.
A World Noble... had been scared into wetting himself by a single glance.
Having done this, Dragon retracted his gaze.
He stopped looking at that filthy trash, as if one more look would stain his eyes.
His gaze returned to the blond boy, who had been in a state of shock from start to finish.
He looked at the boy's eyes, at the complex mix of shock, confusion, and a hint of admiration.
The lines on Dragon's resolute face softened, a rare sight.
He held his hand out to Sabo.
Calmly, he spoke two words.
"Let's go."