One Piece: Pirate King? I just want to kill all of you-Chapter 48: Freedom and Truth Are Always Built Upon One’s Own Strength!

Chapter 48 - 48: Freedom and Truth Are Always Built Upon One’s Own Strength!

After storing the two spoils of war—

Will slowly turned his head, his gaze heavy with meaning as he looked into the distance, where two corners were piled high with various building materials.

Only after several seconds did he withdraw his gaze and shift his eyes toward the group of slaves nearby.

Once he'd taken care of those servants—

Will immediately thought of the surviving Marines still lingering nearby.

Looking at the slaves standing around, unsure of what to do—

Will strode over and gave a cold, commanding order:

"All of you, go kill every last Marine that's still alive."

"If I see even one Marine still breathing after this, every single one of you here is going to die."

Upon hearing this—

The slaves were stunned for a moment, then scrambled to their feet, not daring to show a hint of hesitation or discontent.

And then, as one, they charged toward the terrified Marines!

The Marines panicked, frantically reaching for their rifles scattered on the ground.

But it was already too late.

Some of them, seeing the swarm of slaves rushing over, backed away in fear, instinctively shouting:

"Damn slaves! What do you think you're doing?! We're Marines—!"

Before the words were even out of their mouths, the slaves were upon them, fists and feet flying, silencing them in an instant.

"I'm sorry! I didn't have a choice!"

"Shut up and help send them to meet the Celestial Dragons!"

"I don't want to die here either! So you guys are going first!"

"Damn Marines—go ahead and embrace death!"

The slaves screamed and yelled as they beat the Marines mercilessly.

Although they acted like they were forced into this, grins slowly crept across their faces as they overwhelmed the soldiers in a tide of rage.

Will watched the chaotic scene unfold before him and nodded in satisfaction.

After the slaves had finally vented their fury—

One of them, breathing heavily, murmured with a sigh:

"To see a Celestial Dragon beaten to death with my own eyes, and to take down a few of these damn Marines myself... I could die happy now..."

Several slaves nearby nodded in agreement at those words.

But in most of their eyes, a familiar numbness had begun to return.

Because deep down, they all knew—

None of them possessed the kind of overwhelming strength that madman before them had.

When the Marines returned in full force for retribution, every slave present would likely be killed.

So if they could take down a few enemies before their own deaths, at least it wouldn't have been for nothing.

But Will's expression hardened when he heard their words. His brows furrowed deeply as he said in a stern voice:

"What use is your death to me? I want the Celestial Dragons dead."

The slaves froze on the spot.

Will ignored their reactions and turned to look again at the mangled corpse nearby. His tone dropped lower:

"This world we live in... has been far too lenient toward these filthy creatures."

Just as he finished speaking—

A thought struck him. He turned to the slaves and said, "Quick, bring me a rope."

Several slaves immediately snapped out of their daze and rushed toward the piles of building materials, returning moments later with several lengths of rope.

Will selected one of suitable length and stepped over to the corpse of the Celestial Dragon.

He set the small treasure chest aside—

Then looped the rope around the exposed, skeletal neck of the dead Celestial Dragon.

With a flash, Will vanished, reappearing atop a nearby lamppost with the body in tow.

After tying the other end of the rope to secure it to the post—

He returned to the ground, picked up the treasure chest, and looked up at the dangling corpse, nodding with satisfaction.

"Not bad. A disgusting creature like a Celestial Dragon should be strung up from a lamppost."

The slaves nearby looked up as well.

Watching the corpse sway gently in the wind and snow, they suddenly felt like Will was right.

Somehow, a Celestial Dragon and a lamppost just seemed... like a perfect match.

Now that Will had dealt with everything, he turned to leave—

But when he glanced at the slaves still staring up at the lamppost, his steps paused slightly.

Then, all of a sudden, he spoke:

"I don't know how many of you are truly wicked... or how many of you are innocent."

"But the real reason you ended up on this bridge—there's only one."

"It's because you're weak."

"In this vast sea, weakness is a sin."

"Freedom and truth are always built upon your own strength!"

As he said this, Will slowly took out a bloodstained book from his coat and threw it onto the ground in front of the slaves.

"This... is something that can help you grow stronger."

And with that, he turned and walked away, his voice fading as he left:

"If you don't want to die at the hands of the Marines hunting you down, and if you want to stop being weak—then pick up that book and train with everything you've got."

"There are plenty of warships beneath the bridge. If you take them, they should be enough to get you all out of here."

"Head for the Grand Line. Staying in the East Blue is a death sentence."

"I'll be waiting to see how all of you change."

As his words disappeared into the distance—

Will's figure also melted away into the falling snow.

The slaves stood there, exchanging glances, unsure of what to do next.

But just then—

A bald man suddenly stepped forward from the crowd.

It was Bald Shett—who should've been working in the construction zone.

No one knew when exactly he'd slipped away and blended in with the reinforcement team.

But he had.

And he had witnessed Will's terrifying strength, that earth-shattering moment when a Celestial Dragon was slain.

He had even personally killed two Marines just moments ago.

Now, a burning flame had ignited in Shett's eyes.

While the others still hesitated—

He strode forward without pause, bent down, and picked up the bloodstained book.

Then, holding the book high above his head, he shouted with a firm voice:

"Book in hand—follow me!"

Another muscular slave, blood pumping and heart roaring, immediately raised a rifle he had seized from the Marines and shouted in reply:

"Kill the Marines! Take the warships!"

Shett's eyes gleamed as he bellowed again:

"Let's follow our benefactor's lead—head for the Grand Line together!"

"YEAHHH!!!"

All the slaves were instantly fired up, throwing their fists into the air and shouting with everything they had!

Without hesitation, they began grabbing rifles, steel pipes, and wooden planks as weapons.

Then, without looking back, they charged together toward the head of the bridge.

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