In the New World, at the headquarters of a prominent newspaper.
"Big news, really big news! If this story gets out, it'll shake the entire New World!"
Inside the bustling office, the editor-in-chief stared at the screen before him, his expression trembling with excitent. His voice stuttered as he struggled to contain his glee.
The screen displayed none other than the battle between Mio and Whitebeard.
The Moby Dick, which had remained motionless for a long ti, had suddenly begun to sail. This unexpected movent naturally caught the attention of many. As seasoned reporters with keen instincts for news, they had long since assigned a surveillance seagull to tail the Moby Dick.
And as expected—sothing monuntal had happened.
The mysterious figure known as the Black Crow, who had erged in the New World seeking fa and was quickly labeled a monster, was now battling none other than the strongest man in the world—Whitebeard, the Overlord of the previous era.
A clash between two titans. If this wasn't big news, what was?
Two top-tier powerhouses of the New World. Regardless of the outco, the battle was bound to capture the attention of the world and send shockwaves across the seas.
For the newspaper, this was the kind of scoop that would secure global recognition and cent their dominance among dia outlets.
"Quick! Record everything—every detail! Don't miss a second. Once it's over, start editing imdiately. Make as many copies as needed!" the editor-in-chief shouted with burning enthusiasm.
No one responded to him.
All the reporters were glued to their screens, taking detailed notes as they observed the battle unfold.
The editor-in-chief nodded in satisfaction.
At least his team was working hard.
But what he didn't know was that, at that very mont, high above the world—on Sky Island, Bika—a different set of eyes was watching the sa scene.
A black shadow warrior knelt on one knee, holding a Den Den Mushi with both hands. The device projected the live feed of Mio's clash with Whitebeard.
Watching the image of the man she hadn't seen in a long ti, Renee's eyes briefly filled with emotion, but the look quickly faded into quiet calculation. After a mont of thought, she raised her hand and beckoned another shadow warrior to her side.
"Keep your eyes on everything. Record every move and detail of the battle. Then make copies and distribute them across the world," Renee commanded coldly.
She had no intention of missing out on such a monuntal event. This news could make Linglong Newspaper truly famous, and the profits would be unimaginable.
The shadow warrior nodded with reverence and slowly sank into the ground to carry out the order.
Renee's eyes sparkled. After today, Linglong Newspaper might finally step into the global spotlight. The benefits would be imnse.
As for Sky Island, she had nearly completed her affairs there.
Since Ganfor had summoned those islanders, Renee had offered fair terms, encouraging them to continue producing various shell-based tools. As a result, the islanders no longer showed resistance and had quietly begun working under her control.
By now, Renee was already established in Bika and had learned much about the island.
There was a kingdom here, ruled by a monarch. But another force within the kingdom was conspiring to usurp the throne.
And the leader of that force...
Renee turned her calm gaze to a figure not far off. That man was in the midst of battling her black shadow army. He was clearly a Sky Island native—bare-chested, wearing long pants, a white headscarf, and possessing large earlobes. Yet unlike the others, he had no wings.
The man wielded a long staff, striking down the shadow warriors that sward him.
His na was Enel.
Once, he had followers. Now, they were all dead.
Renee watched with a composed expression. Then, with a wave of her hand and a simple thought, a new unit erged—the Hunting Claw Squad of her black shadow army.
This elite squad was composed of burly warriors. Each one had a cone-shaped left arm and a clawed right hand. Their speed and power were formidable, and their attacks were precise and brutal.
At her signal, the Hunting Claw warriors charged forward.
Within monts, one of them maneuvered behind Enel and delivered a crushing blow, sending him flying and crashing to the ground. Enel groaned in pain, his hand clutching his ribs, his bulging eyes filled with rage and disbelief.
A clawed warrior stepped forward and placed his weaponized hand against Enel's neck. With a little pressure, the weapon would decapitate him.
Renee strode forward, tall and graceful, her presence exuding power and command.
"I've done my research," she said coolly. "You hold a deep grudge against this place."
"What are you getting at?" Enel growled through clenched teeth.
This woman had appeared out of nowhere with a battalion of invincible warriors, slaughtered his n, and now stood before him as his conqueror.
"Do you want to rule this island?" Renee asked, her tone calm and asured. "Submit to , and I'll give you that opportunity."
Sky Island was valuable, but Renee had no desire to divide her attention between it and the Blue Sea. There were still many matters in Qinghai that required her personal oversight.
She needed a reliable representative here. And Enel fit the bill.
He bore hatred. He was cruel, unflinching, and didn't care for the lives of his subordinates. Those were traits of a perfect enforcer.
"Submit?" Enel sneered, his grin cold. "And what will you give in return?"
"I'll give you power," Renee said as she raised her hand. Her tone remained flat. "You have two choices—death, or surrender. Choose quickly. I don't have ti to waste."
Her cold indifference struck a nerve. Enel's forehead bulged with veins, his fury rising.
So in her eyes, his life was worth less than an insect's?
This woman didn't even see him as a person with value.
Once again, Enel realized the brutal truth—power is everything.
Without it, he was nothing. With it, he could control his own fate, take what he wanted, and silence those who looked down on him.
"If you can give power..." Enel muttered, his lips twisting into a wild grin, "...then what does it matter if I surrender?"
Madness glinted in his eyes.
At this mont, he craved power.
More than anything, he wanted to take control of his life—and never again let anyone treat him as disposable.
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