Red Line, Holy Land Mary Geoise.
Pangea Castle.
Inside a spacious and bright room, the Gorosei took their respective poses. Saint V. Nusjuro sat on the sofa, staring at the den den mushi that had just been hung up.
"How could he know about that person?"
Saint V. Nusjuro exchanged glances with the other four. Seeing them all shake their heads, he asked.
"How should we handle Barzeb Seven?"
Satan Saint took over the conversation.
"According to the information reported by Kuzan, Barzeb possesses strength no weaker than Sakazuki. That blind swordsman, Fujitora Issho, fought Kuzan for a long time without a clear winner. And then there's Dracule Mihawk..."
The Warrior God of Finance holding the shodai kitetsu, Saint নাস寿郎, focused on a different angle.
"Three supreme grade blades, three Great Swordsmen."
"A bounty of one billion clearly doesn't match Barzeb's strength. Order the Marine to adjust it as soon as possible."
"Seconded."
"Seconded."
"Seconded."
Satan Saint asked in a heavy voice.
"Regarding Barzeb and the Morning Star Pirates... if just three of them can crush a Buster Call Marine fleet, is it necessary to launch a Buster Call, or should we deploy God's Knights?"
"He is not a D," Saint V. Nusjuro said indifferently.
"Although Barzeb's current actions are somewhat out of line, his attitude in admitting his mistake... is rather proactive."
"I suggest we continue to observe for a while. On one hand, he can suppress the Marine; on the other hand, things that are inconvenient for us to handle personally can be left to him."
"Seconded!"
"Seconded!"
"Seconded!"
...West Blue, east blue emperor.
After hanging up the den den mushi, Seven casually took out a set of new clothes from the system space, put them on, and unhurriedly went to the first floor of the small western-style building.
"Captain Beelzebul." Two Ohara scholars supported each other as they stood up and bowed deeply.
"Thank you for your help."
Seven even saw the little dark-skinned girl, Nico Robin, helping the woman beside her to salute together.
"No need for that," Seven waved his hand.
"We aren't truly safe yet. The World Government and the Marine will still hunt us down relentlessly until death, unless..."
Nico Olvia asked urgently.
"Unless what?"
The Buster Call launched by the Marine had left Olvia terrified. She didn't care if she died, but the Marine wouldn't even spare civilians and children.
"Unless you give up researching the Void Century."
As soon as he finished speaking, a scholar immediately spoke up: "Impossible, absolutely impossible. We will never give up on restoring history and giving the world the truth."
Seven shrugged.
"Let me introduce myself. I was once a member of the Roger Pirates. I have reached the Final Island, Raftel, and I know the history of the Void Century."
"In other words, the truth you are willing to die for is all in my head."
The Ohara scholars, led by Nico Olvia, suddenly had their eyes light up. They stared intently at Seven as if they had encountered a rare treasure.
"Captain, can you... tell us?"
If they could know the truth of the Void Century, they would rather die immediately.
"Sorry," Seven rubbed his brow.
"Even if you showed yourselves now and revealed the truth to the world, it would be useless. It would do nothing more than create another disappearing Void Century. Even if they have to kill everyone, the World Government won't hesitate."
Seeing that Nico Olvia still wanted to argue, Seven reached out to interrupt her.
"Aren't you curious why, with so many members in the Roger Pirates, not a single person has jumped out to reveal the truth of the Void Century?"
"Why is that?" Seven spread his hands.
"Because the time has not yet come."
The destined protagonist to resist Imu hasn't even been born yet. Unless Seven considered himself invincible, he would never face Imu directly.
Even the six great experts—Rocks, Garp, and Roger in their prime, as well as Whitebeard, Big Mom, and Kaido—couldn't do anything against Imu when he possessed Satan Saint.
It ultimately ended with the death of Rocks.
Seven hadn't even mastered Conquerors Haki Body Armor yet.
He had made enough of a splash recently; it was time to disappear for a while: head to the South Blue and find Kuma.
He also needed to have a heart-to-heart with Fujitora Issho. In the future, he absolutely must not let justice go to his head and charge into things like a Marine Buster Call at every turn.
"If you want to leave the ship, please feel free."
"Mihawk, Mr. Issho, let's have a meeting."
The large villa at the stern of the east blue emperor.
The first-floor bar.
Seven poured himself a glass of Milk: "Issho, to ensure the Morning Star Pirates don't fail before we've even truly begun, I think it's very necessary to give you some inside information."
Issho nodded: "Good."
"Besides high-end combat forces like the Gorosei, the Fleet Admiral, and the Admirals, the World Government also has God's Knights permanently stationed in the Holy Land Mary Geoise."
"Even if the Gorosei and God's Knights possess immortal bodies, we still wouldn't be afraid."
After ensuring no one was eavesdropping, Seven continued.
"But there is one person I'm currently uncertain about. If possible, within the next five or ten years, we'd better not face that guy directly."
Mihawk's expression grew solemn; he had never seen Barzeb Seven describe someone so seriously.
"That is an entity that has lived for over eight hundred years. Even those as strong as Joy Boy, Davy D. Jones, and Davy D. Rocks all fell at His hands."
"He is the supreme ruler of the World Government, residing deep within Pangea Castle in the Holy Land Mary Geoise, in the Room of Flowers. He is known as the owner of the Empty Throne: Imu."
"This thing... its power level is off the charts."
Seven muttered.
"Moreover, He can corrupt and dominate others. Back then, Rocks was once transformed into a demon by Him, and was later defeated by the joint efforts of Captain Roger and old man Garp."
"Mr. Issho, telling you all this—"
I hope that in the future we'll develop our strength quietly. Although none of us are D's, at least for the next few years, I really have no confidence in facing that guy Imu."
Issho stood up and bowed.
"I have caused you trouble, Captain."
Seven waved his hand: "It's no big deal. As long as we aren't facing Imu, I wouldn't even mind if we went to attack Marineford right now."
Issho took up the offer: "Then shall we go now?"
"Go where?" Seven rolled his eyes.
"We're going to the South Blue first. Two companions are still waiting for this Captain there."
The matter of going to Garp's old house to dig up Captain Roger's sword, Ace, would have to be pushed back. After all, only Seven knew the location where Ace was buried.
But Kuma was a different story.
Before finding a suitable crew member to eat the Gate-Gate Fruit, the Paw-Paw Fruit's near-teleportation ability had immense strategic significance.
If they arrived too late, there was a high possibility that the Cold Sweat King, Monkey D. Dragon, would get to him first.
"How could that be allowed?"
A crew member Captain Seven had his eyes on must be tricked onto the ship through whatever means necessary. Even if he couldn't be invited aboard, the Cold Sweat King would never be allowed to lay a finger on him.
"Captain, how do you plan to arrange for these four Ohara scholars?"