"Admiral Luoyu, did I say too much?" Ain asked nervously.
"Too much?" Luoyu blinked, took a sip of his liquor, and replied casually:
"Say what? I'm just here to bring someone back. Don't overthink it."
"As a Marine Admiral, I follow rules. And right now, it's 3:30—afternoon tea time. I'm off to rest."
With that, he turned and strolled into the cabin, leaving the others speechless.
If anyone else had said that, they might've believed it.
But this was Luoyu.
The man who packed up a Warlord's officer and CP0 like groceries.
Would the next Warlord appointment really be that simple?
Smoker and Tashigi exchanged glances.
Their earlier indignation… was starting to feel misplaced.
Now they were worried—for the new Warlord.
Inside the cabin, Luoyu wasn't thinking about any of that.
Sengoku had finally been generous.
Ten million Berries—enough for a golden chest.
"System, redeem the golden chest."
Ding! Please wait.
Ding! Golden chest redeemed. Open now?
Luoyu winced at the empty balance.
But the thrill of the gamble was too strong.
"Open it."
Ding! Congratulations. You've received: Super-Tier Magic — Skyfall.
A surge of energy flooded his mind.
Luoyu's eyes widened.
Skyfall.
From Overlord.
A spell once used by Ainz Ooal Gown himself.
Nine-tiered magic circles.
A pillar of destruction from the heavens.
It reminded him of his Conqueror's Beast Form.
But this?
Didn't drain his Haki.
Perfect.
Now he could go full "seven times a day" mode without worrying about running dry.
Three days later — Urs Sea, Grand Line.
Near Marine Base G93, a pirate ship drifted.
Its flag: a white horse, crossed swords.
On deck stood a man in noble attire, golden hair flowing, radiating aristocratic charm.
Cavendish.
Behind him, his crew murmured nervously.
"Captain… was that really Edward Weevil?"
"He destroyed the entire base alone. Is he declaring war on the Marines?"
"No," Cavendish said, brushing his bangs aside.
"That hag in the tavern said the World Government has invited him to be a Warlord."
"If that's true, even HQ might have to swallow their pride."
Warlord status?
The crew paled.
"Captain, wasn't Fire Fist Ace offered the same spot before?"
"He refused and became Whitebeard's second division commander."
"Now that Crocodile's been defeated, Weevil's taking the chance."
"But Captain, you're the hottest Supernova right now. If a spot opens, it should be yours!"
"You'd be the top of the new generation!"
Cavendish smiled, refined and elegant.
He lived for fame.
But lately, too many upstarts had stolen his spotlight.
Becoming a Warlord?
That would cement his place.
"Supernova? You mean the kind I can slap one by one?"
A voice cut through the air.
Everyone froze.
They turned—
And their pupils shrank.
Even Cavendish was stunned.
A Marine.
On their ship.
And not just any Marine.
That Marine.
His uniform. His tone.
His audacity.
"This guy's insane," one pirate muttered. "He must've swum here from G95."
"If he'd kept quiet, maybe we'd let him mop the deck. But now?"
"He needs a lesson."
Swords were drawn.
Tension crackled.
But before anyone could move—
A trembling voice spoke:
"H-he might actually be qualified to say that…"