One Piece : Admiral Falcon is Pissed off again today!

Half a year later, in the year 1506 of the Sea Calendar.

After Rosinante's return, the seas seemed to enter a period of tranquility.

Everything progressed steadily, with trade in Fish-Man Island flourishing under the joint supervision of the Marines and the Whitebeard Pirates.

Seeing the endless stream of Berries flowing in, even the typically indifferent Ryugu Kingdom grew increasingly invested in the matter.

After all, their indifference stemmed from already possessing endless undersea resources.

But now that these resources could be monetized, transforming the livelihoods of their citizens, that became what truly mattered to them.

Perhaps King Neptune and Queen Otohime were a bit too indecisive, but there was no denying that for the people of Fish-Man Island, having such royalty was an overwhelming blessing.

Meanwhile, over the past six months, Michael had been shuttling between Alabasta, Marine Headquarters, Fish-Man Island, the Revolutionary Army and the Cross Guild.

Especially with the Cross Guild—as its secret financier, Michael had sent Rayleigh and the others a considerable amount of gold and treasure during this time, amounting to nearly eight billion Berries when converted.

Seeing this number, Michael couldn't help but lament more than once…

Running a faction was way too damn expensive!

Why hadn't any of the novels he read before transmigrating warned him about this!?

Why did other factions in stories seem to operate without spending a single Berry!?

As for the Revolutionary Army, he didn't send gold, treasure, or Berries—instead, he delivered a large batch of weapons.

This included a substantial number of "Dial" and "Cloud" products.

There were also various weapons purchased from Fish-Man Island, now the largest trade hub in the world.

Today's Fish-Man Island was truly a melting pot of everything.

Everything could be bought here—except for people.

Weapons, naturally, were a major category.

To maintain this thriving trade, Fish-Man Island had dispatched warriors from both the Fish-Man and Merfolk tribes to establish a safe shipping route.

As long as merchants followed this route, their absolute safety was guaranteed.

The days of ships being destroyed and lives lost at the bottom of the sea were now a thing of the past.

Of course…

Using this route came at a cost.

Ten million Berries to buy the lives of an entire crew—sounded fair, didn't it?

When Michael first proposed this idea, many had questioned whether the price was too steep.

Would anyone actually pay to take this route?

But seeing the current prosperity, they all chose to shut their mouths.

Alright, when it came to making money, Michael was the expert.

Yet, despite the abundance of weapons and equipment, the Revolutionary Army still hadn't chosen to directly liberate the East Blue…

Because Garp had taken his entire family back to Foosha Village for a vacation.

And he had repeatedly insisted that Monkey D. Dragon show up—otherwise, he would sever all ties with him as his father.

Perhaps because the Revolutionary Army wasn't under too much pressure at the moment, Dragon hadn't yet reached the point of being utterly indifferent.

So, under the old man's threats, Dragon ordered the Revolutionary Army's various divisions to first infiltrate the nations of the East Blue, thoroughly investigating the specifics of each country and categorizing potential targets for revolution and potential allies.

He himself returned to Foosha Village with Kuma and Ginny.

The reason he brought them was simple: Ginny was in charge of intelligence and communications, while Kuma could transport them to any emergency location if needed.

This trip wasn't without its gains.

Since Foosha Village was part of the Goa Kingdom, Dragon took Ginny and Kuma to scout the area…

And when they returned, they had an extra kid in tow—a little brat named Sabo.

He had recognized Kuma's identity and stubbornly insisted on following him to join the Revolutionary Army.

As Sabo rolled around and threw a tantrum at Dragon, Garp stood nearby, watching the whole scene with a grin…

Then promptly whacked Dragon, Kuma, and Sabo with his old slipper for being such troublemakers.

Rumor had it that Garp hit Dragon so hard that the imprint of the slipper remained on his face.

After returning, Dragon got a new tattoo to cover it up.

As for Sabo… he didn't get to follow Dragon back to Baltigo.

Instead, after getting beaten by Garp, he was left in Foosha Village.

Once Garp's vacation ended, he took Sabo straight to Marine Headquarters.

The kid's wailing throughout the journey had Ace so worried…

"So now I have another brother, and Luffy has another older brother… But this guy keeps talking about going to sea to join the Revolutionary Army. What a headache."

Michael sighed as he read Ace's letter.

Damn, were they addicted to picking up kids now?

In the original story, Dadan raised three kids in Foosha Village.

Now, Rouge was the one raising the three kids at Marine Headquarters.

Wait, no—not just three.

His five nephews had already been sent to Marineford for study!

And naturally, Sengoku had arranged for them to stay at his place.

Rumors had even started spreading among the Marines again, claiming that the next generation of Marine nepotism would emerge from this bunch of brats.

"Honestly, I'm at my wit's end. That old man Sengoku—could it be he's too lonely at Marine HQ? So he dragged all those kids to his place?"

"That's not so bad, is it? At least the children have someone to look after them." Stella walked up to Michael, gazing at the sparkling sea as she spoke softly.

"Are you sure it's alright for just the two of us to return to Alabasta this time?"

"Come on, it's not some earth-shattering event. It's just Cobra having a daughter." Michael curled his lip.

In the year 1506 of the Sea Calendar, Nefertari D. Vivi was born.

A month earlier, Cobra had been incessantly calling Michael via Den Den Mushi, insisting he return for his daughter's birth celebration.

As the landlord who had provided him with a base, Michael couldn't very well refuse the courtesy.

And on a personal level, Michael and Cobra were practically "birds of a feather."

They always inexplicably clicked in the strangest ways.

Especially when it came to governance—after Michael proposed the idea of scholars promoting "democratic politics" as an educational concept, Cobra actually mulled it over before wholeheartedly supporting it.

He even independently grasped the milestone concept of a 'constitutional monarchy'.

But knowing Cobra as well as he did...

Michael was certain the only reason the man had embraced 'constitutional monarchy' was because he didn't want to deal with court affairs!

Michael couldn't help but marvel—sometimes, laziness truly was the greatest motivator!

Just as he was lost in thought, the Seraphim Ship suddenly jolted violently.

"What happened?" Michael frowned, then looked over the side of the ship.

There, surfacing from the water, was a massive figure—far larger than even Whitebeard.

Judging by the looks of it...

Had the Ship just knocked him unconscious?

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