I the King of bandits of the East Sea

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'What the hell is Morgan?'

Sig was utterly despairing over this idiotic system.

In a certain sense, he had indeed drawn a powerful card, but it could only be used on Morgan of all people.

Because the "Possession Cards" ignored compatibility, they came with significant restrictions, most of them being one-time-use, consumable cards.

But Sig had not expected that this card could only be used on Morgan.

What's going to happen next?

Using the Morgan Card on Morgan, Morgan gets possessed by Morgan, and then Morgan chops down Garp.

'Another problem is… isn't Morgan tied up in the cabin? Garp is already here; there's probably no time left.'

Sig's mind quickly returned to reality.

At this moment, above him, Garp was diving down at high speed and was almost upon the deck.

Further behind Garp, Dragon, who was chasing after him with Geppo, had an anxious look in his eyes.

He had clearly heard what his old man had said just now.

Sig's strength might not have fully recovered to its peak yet? If Sig were in his prime, he'd be someone who could rival his father, Garp, in a fight?

Sig's strength… had been acknowledged by Garp!

Having realized this, Dragon's gaze grew even more anxious.

Garp and Sig were about to clash. Could it be that his plan was still going to fail at the last moment?

As Dragon pursued, his expression suddenly shifted, and his surprised gaze landed behind Sig.

There, a navy officer wielding an axe stood, looking delighted, just three or four steps behind Sig.

"Vice Admiral Garp?" the axe-wielding Marine exclaimed in excitement.

Sig turned his head at the sound and was immediately startled.

Morgan had somehow appeared three or four steps behind him.

Morgan still had his battle axe in hand, clearly intending to launch a sneak attack on Sig.

However, at this moment, Morgan didn't even glance at Sig. His attention was entirely focused on the diving Garp above.

Sig's eyes immediately lit up.

In the air, Garp's expression turned slightly curious.

On Sig's pirate ship, he had unexpectedly spotted a Marine.

His gaze fell on the faint marks of bindings on Morgan's wrists, and Garp immediately understood.

"A captured Marine?"

Garp's expression darkened slightly. He stepped on Geppo again, changing direction and landing beside Morgan, reaching out to grab him.

The entire ship was full of enemies. If Garp had fought Sig here, this captured Marine might have gotten caught in the crossfire.

So, he planned to toss Morgan back onto the battleship.

And at that moment…

'It's decided—it's you, Morgan!'

Sig shouted in his heart.

The golden card he had just drawn glowed briefly before vanishing into the screen in front of him.

The stage was set, and now it was time for the show.

"Vice Admiral Garp…"

Morgan, gripping his battle axe tightly, felt a wave of relief wash over him. His expression shifted with emotion.

Morgan… was nothing more than a fresh recruit who had just joined the Navy.

Initially, in the battle to suppress the mountain bandits, he had fought Sig in what he considered a "peak-level" duel.

Morgan admitted that when Sig told him he had the potential to reach the level of an admiral, he had felt a bit smug.

But then… this rookie Marine had been knocked out cold, becoming the only Marine to be captured and thrown into a mountain bandits' den.

And now, he had encountered none other than Garp, the hero of the Marines! Finally, he could return to the Navy!

Looking at Garp, who was now within reach, Morgan's face showed a relaxed smile.

But why do I suddenly feel like chopping him with an axe?

Morgan, still somewhat confused, suddenly heard a voice beside him, like the devil's whisper.

"I have Admiral Morgan, who can cut down Garp."

In Morgan's confused eyes, a trace of fierceness appeared. His hand raised the axe and swung it down, as smoothly and naturally as breathing.

A spray of blood shot out from Garp's chest!

Garp, who had been about to reach for Morgan, took a step back and looked down at his chest.

On his chest, there was now a terrifying wound half a meter long, blood gushing out and staining his coat red.

In the next second, the burly old man's body fell backward with a loud crash!

"What… just happened?"

"The Marine Hero Garp fell? How is this possible?"

"He was… one-shotted?"

The entire fleet was boiling over; the scene before them was challenging everything they thought they knew.

Morgan stood in place, staring blankly at the horrifying wound on Garp's chest, then at the blood-stained giant axe in his hand, utterly dumbfounded.

This sudden turn of events left everyone on the ship in stunned silence, staring at the three figures.

Garp, is lying on the ground with a grievous chest wound.

Morgan, standing in place with an axe in hand, looking bewildered.

And… Sig, standing calmly on the side, his expression as indifferent as ever.

In everyone's mind, the words Sig had just spoken echoed loudly:

"I have Admiral Morgan, who can cut down Garp."

This unknown Marine had actually slashed Garp with an axe? When had that even happened?

Although it had happened suddenly, a veteran warrior like Garp, who had been through countless battles, couldn't possibly have forgotten to activate Haki in such a critical moment.

Garp was one of the world's top experts in physical combat and Haki.

For someone of Garp's caliber, sneak attacks had little significance. His Observation Haki alone was enough to predict an attack in advance!

Even if the prediction failed, there were only a handful of powerful individuals in the world who could break through Garp's Armament Haki head-on.

But in the end, not only had he failed to dodge this axe, but he was also directly chopped to the ground, bleeding so heavily it was shocking!

The first to regain his senses was Dragon, who had been chasing after them. His figure appeared beside Garp, lying on the ground. He examined him closely, and his expression turned incredibly strange.

"Quiet!"

Dragon raised a hand and pressed it lightly, silencing the murmurs on the ship and restoring calm to the surroundings.

Well… maybe not completely quiet, as there was still one sound echoing across the ship.

"ZZZZZZ… ZZZZZZZZ…"

Following the sound, they turned their gazes to its source: Garp, lying on the ground.

At some point, he had already fallen into a deep sleep. A perfectly round snot bubble had formed on his nose, gently rising and falling with his breathing.

Dragon raised a hand to his forehead, staring speechlessly at his father, who was lying on the ground.

"He… he's asleep?"

"Wait, why would getting slashed suddenly make him fall asleep?"

"Did… did the axe have some kind of sleeping tea smeared on it?"

While the others speculated wildly, Sig quietly let out a sigh of relief in his heart.

'Damn it, I thought I had suddenly turned into one of those invincible types who rely on underlings to fight for them…'

Sig suddenly remembered that in his previous life's adventures, Garp had also been slashed and knocked out by Morgan in one smooth sequence.

Maybe Morgan was cosplaying as his future self ten years from now, and Garp had decided to cosplay his own future self, falling asleep after being slashed.

What kind of nonsense was this?

But then again, thinking about the fact that it was Garp, it kind of made sense, didn't it?