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The Marine Government Meeting Room

At this moment, chaos erupted in the Marine government's conference room.

"So, a Celestial Dragon was attacked?!"

A Marine Vice Admiral, feeling his scalp tingle with disbelief, abruptly stood up.

Admiral Kizaru, who had been casually trimming his nails throughout the meeting, paused his task. As the commander of the Naval Headquarters' science unit, his presence in the discussions about the potential outbreak with the Whitebeard Pirates was non-negotiable. However, the shocking news about the Celestial Dragon disrupted even his usual nonchalance.

Kizaru stood up and spoke, his tone as relaxed as ever:

"Marshal Sengoku, oh my... Since the noble Celestial Dragon was attacked, why not let me head to North Blue?"

The incident had occurred in North Blue, and with most of the Naval Headquarters' forces gathered at the meeting, there was hardly anyone else who could reach the region swiftly. Kizaru, with his speed, was the only one capable of responding in time.

"I hope it's not too late," Kizaru muttered to himself, hoping that the attackers were merely after money or were foolish pirates trying to use a Celestial Dragon as a bargaining chip with the World Government.

"At present, the only person who can rush to North Blue quickly is Admiral Kizaru," Vice Admiral Huoshaoshan said firmly. "Marshal Sengoku, we must act immediately!"

Several other officers nodded in agreement.

However, Vice Admiral Tsuru, the Marine's revered strategist, watched the scene unfold with growing concern. Her years of experience with Sengoku allowed her to sense that something deeper was troubling him. His grave expression hadn't changed even after Kizaru volunteered to handle the situation.

Tsuru's instincts told her that the situation in North Blue was far more severe than it seemed.

North Blue: The Aftermath Spreads Worldwide

Thirty minutes had passed since the attack on the warship escorting the Celestial Dragon. The news spread like wildfire, shaking the foundations of the world.

New World: Dressrosa

In the Kingdom of Dressrosa, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, Donquixote Doflamingo, overlooked his kingdom from his royal seat. The sunlight gleamed off his signature sunglasses as a wicked grin spread across his face.

"Heh heh~ The Marines must be overwhelmed by the Whitebeard Pirates, no?" Doflamingo murmured, his voice dripping with amusement.

After all, Whitebeard was the strongest man in the world. If he moved, the entire world would tremble.

"Hey, Dover," Torrepol, one of Doflamingo's top commanders, chimed in. "The more chaotic things get, the stronger our family will become. This is the perfect time to expand!"

Doflamingo let out a low chuckle, his fingers twitching rhythmically. "Fufufu~ Chaos is an opportunity. The more the world burns, the more entertaining it becomes."

Suddenly, Buffalo, a member of the Donquixote family, flew in frantically. His spinning blades barely slowed as he landed, panting heavily and holding a newspaper.

"Dover! Dover! Something huge has just been reported!" Buffalo exclaimed, his voice trembling.

"What is it, Buffalo?" Torrepol barked. "Calm down and report properly!"

"It's not about Whitebeard or the Marines! It's—just look at this!" Buffalo shoved the newspaper into Doflamingo's hands.

Doflamingo's expression shifted as he read the headline. His typically smug grin vanished, replaced by wide-eyed shock.

"This... this is...?"

Revolutionary Army Headquarters: Baldigo

At the Revolutionary Army's hidden base on Baldigo, the air was heavy with tension.

"Dragon! Something big just happened!" A merman burst into the room, clutching a newspaper. He slammed it onto the table in front of the Revolutionary Army leader, Monkey D. Dragon.

Dragon's calm demeanor didn't waver, but the murmurs around the room grew louder as the merman shared the news.

"In North Blue... a Celestial Dragon has been killed!"

"What?!"

The room erupted in shock. The idea of anyone daring to kill a Celestial Dragon was unthinkable. The Revolutionary Army cadres exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions a mix of disbelief and awe.

Whitebeard Pirates' Stronghold

On a quiet island where the Whitebeard Pirates had anchored the Moby Dick, Marco approached Whitebeard, who was resting with his massive naginata, "Murakumogiri," at his side.

"Father, the outside world is restless. People are growing anxious about our silence," Marco reported.

Whitebeard let out a hearty laugh. "Gurararara! That's exactly what my old friend Sengoku wants. He wants us to make the first move. But touching my family? Even the Marines should know better!"

Marco smiled faintly, reassured by Whitebeard's confidence. However, their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of an albatross carrying the latest newspaper. Whitebeard picked it up, scanning the front page. His laughter grew louder.

"Gurararara! Now, this is interesting!"

Marco frowned. "What's so interesting, Father? What happened?"

Whitebeard handed Marco the newspaper. "Take a look for yourself."

Marco's eyes scanned the headline, and his jaw dropped. "Wait... someone killed a Celestial Dragon?!"

Whitebeard's laughter echoed across the island. "Indeed! The world is about to get even more chaotic. And the man in this picture... he's the most interesting of all."

Marco looked at the photo accompanying the article. He couldn't recognize the man, but he knew one thing: this lunatic had just thrown the entire world into turmoil.

"Whoever he is," Marco murmured, "he's about to bring unimaginable trouble to the World Government."

Conclusion

The murder of a Celestial Dragon in North Blue had ignited a firestorm across the seas. From the Marines to the Revolutionary Army, the Shichibukai to the Yonko, all eyes turned toward this unprecedented act of defiance.

The world was changing.

And chaos was just beginning.