He's in One Piece, but he's also part of the Phantom Troupe.

Chapter 162 The Tide of the New Era

Chapter 162 The Tide of the New Era

Countless people in front of the screen gasped in shock.

"And what about that island in the South China Sea where a rare gemstone mine was discovered last year?"

Kuroro continued calmly.

"That's mine! My gem!" Roswald's eyes were red. "I sent people to take over the place, and all the miners worked day and night, and when they died from exhaustion, we replaced them with a new batch!"

Anyone who dares to complain will have their entire family executed! Those jewels will become part of my collection; it will be their glory!

"So, what's your personal favorite form of entertainment?" Kuroro's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible coldness.

"Ha!" A morbid excitement appeared on Roswald's face, as if he had forgotten his situation. "Of course, it's to watch those inferior races kill each other, or to use them to test new torture devices!"

Especially those with a bit of backbone, those who dare to resist—watching them go from stubborn to collapsing and begging for mercy, finally dying like dogs, is the most interesting! I am a Celestial Dragon! Everything in this world, including the life, death, joy, and sorrow of you lowly commoners, is to be controlled by me!

You should forever grovel at my feet, at my mercy, to be taken from and toyed with!

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, as if he wanted to vent all the atrocities he had hidden in his daily life and taken for granted, in order to prove his authority as a "god." Little did he know that every word he uttered was like a sharp knife, piercing through the last trace of hypocritical awe that countless people in front of the screen had for the "world's aristocracy."

Kuroro watched his performance quietly until he finished speaking, then slowly opened his mouth. His voice was not loud, but it was clearly transmitted throughout the world through the Announcer Bug, carrying a cold, judgmental solemnity: "So, based on your own confession and the irrefutable facts, the verdict is hereby pronounced as follows."

His gaze was sharp as a sword, piercing through the bright light and striking Roswald Saint's cloudy eyes.

"Saint Rozwald, guilty of:"

"Crimes against humanity - systematic enslavement and massacre of innocent civilians, treating human life as worthless."

"The crime of plundering is the wanton seizure of other countries' resources and wealth by force, resulting in the destruction and death of countless families."

"The crime of tyranny—taking pleasure in cruelty and trampling on the most basic human dignity and rights."

"The crime of abuse of privilege—using the identity of a so-called descendant of God to commit evil deeds and tarnish the name of justice."

Each charge is like a heavy hammer blow to people's hearts.

"Multiple crimes combined, unforgivable offenses." Kuroro's final words were resolute: "Sentenced to death. Execute immediately."

"No—!!!" Roswald Saint let out a desperate scream, struggling wildly, the iron chair scraping against him with a grating sound. "You can't! I'm a Celestial Dragon! I'm a god! The World Government won't let you get away with this!! The Marine Admiral will—"

His roar abruptly stopped.

Because Kuroro suddenly had a long sword with an ancient design in his hand.

He gave Roswald no further chance to roar, or even make any further moves.

With a slight twist of the wrist, the blade traced a cold, resolute, and beautiful crescent-shaped arc under the spotlight.

"Pfft"

The sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh and bone is amplified and transmitted through the radio-broadcasting insect.

A fat head wearing a crooked transparent hood, frozen in an expression of extreme fear and disbelief, shot into the sky!

Blood gushed out like a fountain from the severed neck, staining the cold iron chair, the ground, and even the hem of Kuroro's black coat.

The image freezes at this moment.

The head tumbled through the air before finally landing on the ground with a thud. It rolled a few times, its unclosed eyes seemingly still staring at the camera and at every witness in front of the screen.

Time seemed to stand still.

The squares of the Sabaody Archipelago were deathly silent.

Inside the naval base, the officers were pale-faced, and the Den Den Mushi they held fell to the ground.

From the depths of Mary Geoise came the sound of shattering porcelain and a furious roar.

At the Revolutionary Army's hidden stronghold, Dragon suddenly stood up, his eyes flashing with an extremely complex light.

Across the world, countless people who witnessed this scene, whether commoners, pirates, merchants, or nobles, all gaped, their pupils shrinking to pinpoints, their faces filled with extreme shock, bewilderment, disbelief, and a deep-seated, hidden tremor that had been forcibly pried open.

The Celestial Dragons—publicly tried—but—first?!

This impact is hundreds or thousands of times stronger than any war or any pirate atrocity!

It directly shook the seemingly unbreakable foundation of the world's order that had been maintained for eight hundred years!

In the scene, Kuroro flicked his sword blade, raised his eyes, and looked at the camera of the broadcasting worm.

His face remained calm, and even the gentle smile had not completely faded, but against the backdrop of blood and death, the smile appeared so cold and cruel, yet it carried a chilling, calming power that heralded the arrival of a new era.

He didn't speak.

But the silent declaration has already resounded throughout the world.

Monkey D. Dragon stood in front of a giant world map, having just finished watching a "live broadcast" of the Sabaody Archipelago via an encrypted video Den Den Mushi.

His usually serious face now showed an extremely complex emotion—shock, admiration, and a hint of indescribable emotion.

He remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking, his voice low but powerful, to Sabo and the others beside him: "Incite the people, overthrow the monarchy—we have been doing it all along."

But this time, Mr. Kuroro's actions were not merely a prelude to a revolution, but rather—a true shaking of the very foundations of the Celestial Dragons' rule!

"He planted an unprecedented seed in this world!"

"No one has ever been able to judge the Celestial Dragons, never!"

"He broke precedent and set a new standard!"

"To expose the Celestial Dragons' ugly side, their sordid deeds, and their sinful acts to the world!"

He paused, his gaze seemingly piercing through the cabin, seeing the rolled-off head and Kuroro's calm eyes.

"This is the real revolution."

"It's not a scheme hidden in the shadows, nor is it a gradual infiltration."

Instead, in front of the whole world, in the most direct, bloody, and irrefutable way, the myth of the Celestial Dragons' inviolability was ruthlessly severed, along with their heads!

Exposing the hypocrisy, brutality, and ugliness of these so-called "descendants of God" nakedly to the sunlight!

"This sword not only severed the neck of a corrupt nobleman, but also the shackles and fears that had been solidified in the hearts of countless people for eight hundred years."

Regardless of what happens next, from this day forward, the term "Celestial Dragon" is no longer synonymous with invincibility.

god".

The tide of the new era—this sword has already cleaved open the heaviest floodgate.