At this point, Jake took a deep breath and surveyed the crowd on the platform.
Their eyes were beginning to gleam with sothing new—hope.
So, more emotionally charged, craned their necks or even stood up, eagerly awaiting his next words.
They were waiting to hear what this future "sun" would say next.
Morgans, anwhile, could barely contain his excitent.
The flash of his cara was nearly constant and his mutterings were loud enough for even the underworld boss beside him to hear.
"Hahaha! This is monuntal news! 'I want them to see the sun'—what a sentence! Should I rena my paper based on Jake's speech? 'Economic Tis' doesn't have the best ring to it, nor does it appeal to a broad audience... Hmm..."
"Got it! I'll call it 'The Sun Gazette'!"
The underworld boss beside him blinked in disbelief.
"Hold on, isn't that a bit extre? You're practically tying your paper's fate to that kid's future. Shouldn't you think it over? Isn't this too rash?"
Morgans just grinned. "Relax, it's just a na. Nothing serious. And who says my 'sun' has to be Jake's sun? Can't I be the real sun?"
anwhile, Jake gazed at the electrified crowd, took another deep breath and continued.
"The dawn of the Great Pirate Era—many call it the turning point of the world, the mont everything beca more vibrant and diverse. They say it was like a stone hurled into stagnant waters, sending ripples across the globe, breathing boundless vitality into the world. Many believe this view is correct. And many have profited beyond their wildest dreams in this era!"
"But if you ask , the entire Great Pirate Era is nothing more than a carnival for refined egoists! To put it more plainly, it's just a bunch of selfish maniacs and destroyers satisfying their own desires by plundering and killing, then dressing up their actions with pretty slogans like 'dreams'!"
"Just think about it—how do the vast numbers of pirates survive day after day on the high seas?! Do they grow their own food? Do they pay for their supplies? Do they acquire ships or funds for their pirate crews through legitimate ans? Clearly, they don't!"
"Pirates know nothing except killing and fighting. They wouldn't grow a single grain of rice, nor would they ever consider earning an honest living through labor. The only thing on a pirate's mind every day is... plunder!"
"How to steal more Berries from civilians, how to take more food from them, how to seize everything they want from ordinary people?"
"That's all pirates ever think about. So tell , where is the freedom and vitality in this so-called Great Pirate Era, where parasites who produce nothing slaughter civilians at will, destroy towns, hijack rchant ships, and casually massacre entire crews of traders or fishern? What we see isn't progress—it's nothing but deeper sin and disaster!"
"The Great Pirate Era isn't the 'future' those pirates preach about, nor is it so grand age of light and freedom—much less the 'new era' Roger spoke of. To , the Great Pirate Era is an endless downpour, a storm that hangs over the heads of all civilians and never lets up!"
"That rain drowns our hopes, washes away our hos, kills our families, and destroys everything we have. Faced with such a storm, all we can do is huddle under whatever shelter we can find, praying for it to end—isn't that right?"
"But too often, this storm isn't a natural disaster—it's man-made. What we must do is take up arms and tear apart the dark clouds looming over us, to stop this ceaseless deluge. We don't need umbrellas—we need a sun that can pierce the clouds, a sun that brings warmth to all. And the Marines—they are that sun!"
"Warm, righteous, forever giving people hope!"
By this point, everyone in the room had instinctively risen to their feet.
Their faces flushed as they stared at Jake, so already beginning to applaud.
But Jake wasn't finished.
He looked around and continued.
"The Marines—this sun—are made up of every single one of us here. Any of us can beco that sun, can be the force that tears through the gloom. But now, even the sun has been tainted! Corruption and filth are eating away at it, as if trying to snuff out the world's last hope of clearing this storm on a rainy night like this."
"And as a mber of the sun, I absolutely cannot allow the sun I admire to be tainted by such black clouds! If even the sun bears stains, what kind of gloomy light could it possibly emit to pierce through the dark clouds brought by the Great Pirate Era?"
"Therefore, the Great Pirate Era needs to be torn apart by us and the black spots on the sun must be eradicated even more! Here, I can assure you all that in the future, the warm sun shining upon everyone from the Marines will no longer bear such pitch-black stains!"
"The commander of Sladepar Base will be the first stain to be removed! According to this judgnt, the base commander Slixus is hereby sentenced to death, with the executioner being myself!"
As Jake's words fell, he slowly raised his hand, golden rays erging from behind him.
A divine illusion swirled around his back and the gates of a sacred temple slowly opened above his head.
To those witnessing this scene, it was as if a true angel from myth had descended!
The golden light bound Slixus from the ground, restraining him upon a cross.
Jake gazed coldly at the ashen-faced commander, whose body still trembled uncontrollably, and declared.
"The sun has no need for corrupt stains like you! Your existence defiles the Marine's justice. Your death will serve as a warning bell for the Marines future and the first ray of light to tear through the Great Pirate Era!"
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