One Piece: The Living Devil

Very quickly, Skypiea returned to normal, and the pressure of Conqueror's Haki also receded like a tide.

"Congratulations," Rosse gave her a slight smile, with undisguised admiration and recognition in his eyes. Under his hand, there was finally a Conqueror's Haki user.

"Why do I have the qualifications for Conqueror's Haki?", Gion walked up next to Rosse with a complicated expression, her eyes no longer sharp as before, but somewhat nervous.

"Conqueror's Haki doesn't mean you can't submit to others," Rosse chuckled. Just one look, and he already knew what Gion was thinking, "Having Conqueror's Haki just means having the most steadfast belief. For example, Roger's right-hand man Rayleigh. He willingly served as Roger's vice-captain and also possessed outstanding Conqueror's Haki."

"I've heard you say that he's the strongest right-hand man of this era? I'll surpass him," In Gion's eyes, an excited and eager light suddenly sparkled.

Just a few words from Rosse had dispelled all her concerns.

After all, on the sea, Conqueror's Haki represents the belief of not submitting to others.

She did have some worries just now, that her awakening of Conqueror's Haki might cause Rosse to misunderstand.

In fact, she had merely come to understand her own heart. She wanted to catch up to Rosse's steps, to surpass him in strength, and to stand beside him and fight shoulder to shoulder.

If they really had to compare positions, she used to like being on top, but now she only liked being on the bottom, and thought the current situation was great.

"Are you thinking something bad?", Rosse had a strange look on his face, scanning Gion from head to toe.

They were too familiar with each other. Whether in terms of individual times or total count, she was the one Rosse had the most physical intimacy with.

Even if the others were combined together, they couldn't match Gion's stamina alone.

Of course, the experience was also definitely the best.

"No, absolutely not!", Gion guiltily turned her gaze away, 'What does this have to do with me?'

And to speak honestly, this matter was actually Rosse's fault.

If it weren't for Rosse, how would she have such strong expectations?

"Whether you are or not doesn't matter. When we get back, I'll reward you," Rosse joked with a smile.

After chatting idly with Gion, Rosse finally turned around and looked at the still unconscious Gan Fall.

Judging by Gan Fall's state, it would probably take 30 minutes for him to wake up naturally.

However, Rosse never had the habit of waiting for people.

He slightly raised his hand, palm facing Gan Fall.

A clear stream of seawater suddenly gushed out from his palm and shot toward Gan Fall's face with force.

Splash!

The icy-cold seawater drenched Gan Fall's head, instantly soaking him to the bone.

"Cough! Cough!"

The icy seawater, along with the suffocating feeling that followed, were like two sharp blades, fiercely stimulating Gan Fall's nerves, abruptly waking him from unconsciousness.

Gan Fall shot up from the ground, scrambling to one side, bending over, and coughing violently.

He had nearly choked to death on that water just now.

But just as he sensed a calm yet oppressive gaze beside him, Gan Fall's coughing stopped abruptly.

He forcibly suppressed the discomfort in his chest, took a deep breath, lowered his head, and walked to Rosse with a complicated expression.

"Milord, Skypiea is willing to accept the management of the World Government," As he spoke, Gan Fall knelt on one knee, decisively choosing to surrender.

With the strength Rosse had just shown, they had absolutely no power to resist. He couldn't even raise the thought of resisting.

The gap was too great.

So great that if Rosse wanted to destroy Skypiea, it would just take a single gesture.

With such a difference, anything they wanted to do would be in vain, there could be no outcome other than death.

"No more resistance?", Rosse asked coldly.

"Absolutely not!", Gan Fall answered firmly, lowering his head even more, nearly pressing to the ground.

He deeply cared about Skypiea's safety.

And precisely because Skypiea was in his heart, he didn't want to resist Rosse even more.

Moreover, from Rosse's previous actions, he could roughly guess something.

If Rosse were a cruel man, he wouldn't have tried to recruit first. He wouldn't have let him remain as the governor of Skypiea. That earlier spear strike wouldn't have been aimed at empty ground, but straight at the guards behind him.

Since Rosse wasn't a bloodthirsty person, surrendering didn't bring Gan Fall any pressure.

If Rosse turned out to be cruel after all… well, they'd deal with that later. He believed in the wisdom of Skypiea's people.

"Not particularly stubborn," Rosse merely nodded lightly, glanced at the kneeling Gan Fall, and decisively turned toward Conia.

He wasn't interested in talking to a middle-aged old man. As for his thoughts on Skypiea, he'd already spoken to Sora.

In the next few days, Sora would carry out his will.

Just as Rosse turned around, Sora stepped forward with a smile, in perfect sync.

She walked up to Gan Fall and began to introduce Rosse's identity and his plans for Skypiea.

Before, there had been no one suitable around Rosse. Many times, he had to personally declare his identity and explain.

But now with her here, this duty was naturally hers.

And after Gan Fall heard Rosse's identity, the look he gave Rosse became even more respectful.

Meanwhile, Rosse leisurely strolled toward the still somewhat dazed Conia.

Slap!

"Ah!", Conia covered her lower back, her fair cheeks instantly flushing red.

Once she snapped out of it, she first glared at Rosse with an embarrassed and annoyed look, then seemed to realize something, and shrank back in fear.

"Time to snap out of it," Rosse wore a teasing smile at the corner of his lips, his tone lighthearted.

Compared to talking with Gan Fall about boring matters, cultivating Skypiea's future was clearly more interesting.

"There's no need to snap me out of it like that…", Conia muttered quietly, but of course didn't dare show any resistance.

In her mind, Rosse's image had already gone from great demon king to super demon king.

Able to destroy Skypiea with a mere wave, that was no different from a god.

Under Rosse's gaze, Conia felt uneasy all over and quickly changed the subject, "Lord Rosse, are all Blue Sea people as strong as you?"

"Haven't you met the Roger Pirates before? Among them, there were probably two or three who could match my strength."

Anyway, they were all dead, so Rosse didn't mind hyping himself up.

Even if a few remnants were still alive, they'd all be killed sooner or later.

Such high-quality experience points, it would be a shame not to kill them.

"Huh? Roger was that strong too?", Conia was once again shocked, her little mouth wide open.

She used to think those Roger people were pretty easy to talk to. She thought that even if they were stronger than gods, the difference was limited, but now it seemed they were about the same as Rosse.

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