One Piece : Admiral Falcon is Pissed off again today!

Jack the Drought's greatest strength was his sheer durability.

First, he survived an encounter with Fujitora, Sengoku, and Tsuru.

Later, he withstood an attack from Zunesha that surpassed a natural disasters.

If nothing else, his resilience was absurdly overpowered.

Even among fish-men, Jack's physical prowess was unmatched—bar none.

In fact, from the neck down, his body was undoubtedly top-tier in the entire one piece world.

If Jinbei had Jack's, he could absolutely compete with Hawkeye for the title of strongest Warlord.

Sometimes, the brain is the biggest limiter to one's strength!

With insufficient intelligence, one can't even fully utilize their body's innate power!

Jack is the prime example.

Bar none!

The giant grouper fishman, who should have been recruited by that bastard Kaido, was now riding a 'small' boat to pick a fight with him!

And he was spouting nonsense about 'wanting to join the Marines' like his 'idol'.

"Actually, it's not that strange for him to have such thoughts," Stella said with a laugh after checking if Jack was injured.

"After all, thanks to the efforts of King Neptune and Queen Otohime, you're definitely the most popular human in Fish-Man Island right now. And at least half of the fishmen soldiers in the 'Sea God' branch joined because they idolize you, Michael."

Did Michael not know all this?

Currently, there were two statues shaking hands in Fish-Man Island's square.

One was of him, Michael and the other was of Whitebeard.

In other words, in terms of reputation alone, Michael was on par with Whitebeard in Fish-Man Island—if not slightly surpassing him.

After all, Whitebeard didn't have the time to show up in Fish-Man Island often, whereas Michael had visited the island countless times over the past six months.

"Tch, whatever. Since this big oaf delivered himself to my doorstep, wouldn't it be rude of me not to take him in?"

"A ten-year-old kid who can withstand half your strength without getting hurt… and you sound like you're the one losing out?"

"First of all, this kid's intelligence is not that great. Strength can be built up over time, but brains? Without some kind of miracle, he'll stay like this for life..." Michael shook his head.

"Second, just look at that massive frame… imagine how much he'll eat!"

"...You're getting stingier by the day, even though you're sitting on an entire city of gold!"

"That's easy for you to say when you're not the one footing the bill!" Michael sighed.

He was starting to understand why the richer people got, the stingier they became.

Because from their perspective…

Watching money flow out like water was downright painful!

*****

Michael's warship arrived in Alabasta by noon the next day.

Jack, who had taken one of Michael's punches and promptly got knockout, was now back to his lively, energetic self.

"Whoa! What's this!? Is this the legendary desert? It's like a yellow sea! So amazing!" Jack kept exclaiming in awe as he took in the sights of Alabasta.

Michael's lips twitched.

This was just too weird!

With that hulking body and a face that looked like it belonged to a demon, he was acting like an overly naive little boy…

It was an eyesore! too fucking weird!

It took considerable effort to finally rein in this runaway giant fish-child.

Then they headed straight for Alabasta's royal palace.

It was a banquet, after all—what was wrong with two adults, Michael and Stella, bringing along one kid?

He was only ten!

Alabasta was far livelier than usual due to Vivi's full-moon celebration.

Nobles from other countries could also be seen arriving to offer their congratulations.

After all, Alabasta was a legitimate superpower—wealthy, powerful, and with plenty of nations eager to curry favor.

Of course, there were also genuine friends who had come to sincerely celebrate the birth of a new life in the Nefertari family.

As they reached the gates of Alabasta's royal palace, Michael spotted the tall, tomboy woman he hadn't seen in over a month.

"Hey, Crocodile, you're really eager to see me, waiting here so early?"

"...Hmph, I just got an invitation. Didn't need to patrol today, so I came a bit earlier." Though Crocodile wore a look of disdain and took a deep drag from her cigar, Michael saw right through her...

"See, this is what we call saying one thing while meaning another." Michael pointed at Crocodile and laughed.

"By the way, during your time stationed in Alabasta, you must've seen Cobra quite often, right? Did he ever suspect your identity?"

"Impossible. My face is completely different from back then, and my demeanor is worlds apart... Besides, Cobra isn't the sensitive type when it comes to these things..." Crocodile shrugged, the curves beneath her white naval uniform barely concealed, while her fur cloak blocked most of the view.

"Oh, Bellemere already took the kids inside earlier... Wait, is this big oaf with you?"

"I'm not a big oaf! My name's Jack! I'm already ten years old!"

Jack proudly thumped his chest, clearly proud of his age.

He'd grow up soon enough!

Crocodile's cigar dropped silently from her mouth, her stunned expression oddly adding a touch of goddess-like charm...

But the moment she spoke, her true personallity showed.

"Ten fucking years old? Are you kidding me?"

"It's a long story. I'll explain later." Michael shrugged, then strode ahead into the Alabasta palace.

Although it was only noon and there was still a long time before the evening banquet, the palace was already quite crowded.

After all, the banquet of a kingdom's princess was also a grand social occasion.

Cobra naturally didn't mind the guests arriving early.

And the guests wouldn't miss the opportunity to network and build relationships with royalty from other countries.

But they had one thing in common—upon seeing the naval uniforms worn by Michael and the others, they all instinctively stepped aside.

For those from smaller nations, they dared not assume the Marines was here to serve them.

Moreover, many had likely engaged in unscrupulous deeds within their own countries and harbored a natural aversion to an authoritative institution like the Marines.

Of course, there were also those who simply didn't want to interact with the Marines.

None of this bothered Michael in the slightest.

Once Dragon gradually consolidated the forces and resources across the four seas, the next step would be to target the nations of the Grand Line.

So in Michael's mind…

Most of the royalty here were already dead.

And there really wasn't much to say to the dead.

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