Chapter 32: What is the most important thing for domestic online literature (Ch 32)

“Big news! This is big news! Guhahaha!”
On the sea in the distance, a humanoid albatross wearing a top hat, a light blue shirt and a yellow bow tie was waving its wings excitedly and making strange noises at a special Den Den Mushi camera.
It was none other than Morgans, one of the kings of the underworld and the president of the World Economic News Agency.
He had originally heard that a little-known pirate named “The Overlord” Moze had actually encountered the navy hero Garp head-on and escaped successfully, and he smelled the scent of news.
So he just happened to have nothing to do, so he followed Moze all the way, wanting to see if he could take any more exciting photos.
Unexpectedly, he actually got hold of shocking news!
Because of the distance, he was not aware that Moria had been forced to become Moze’s subordinate.
But this did not prevent him from judging the situation on the scene.
The fact that ‘The Overlord’ Moze defeated Gekko Moriah, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, with absolute crushing power is enough to dominate the headlines of newspapers around the world in the next few days!
“The new monster rises up! The Seven Warlords of the Sea, Gekko Moriah, is defeated miserably!” Morgans looked at the frozen picture in the camera, his feathers shaking with excitement.
The moment captured in the photo was perfect: the man named Moser was slowly retracting his fist. The force of his previous punch even tore the clouds in the sky, leaving a huge hole.
The afternoon sun happened to shine straight down from the hole, forming a natural spotlight that hit Moze accurately.
The background is Moria’s terrifying three-masted ship that is as huge as an island, as well as Moria himself and his strange-looking subordinates with terrified or dazed expressions.
The composition, the light and shadow, the drama!
It’s like the God of News himself is in charge!
“Amazing! This photo is absolutely amazing! Guhahaha!” Morgans was so excited that he almost dropped his specially made Den Den Mushi camera into the sea. “Sales! Money! Influence! Guhahaha!”
“This ‘tyrant’ Moze… first he escaped from Garp, and now he easily defeated Moria…” Morgans’ eyes flashed with a shrewd light, “This guy is definitely a news-making machine with unlimited potential!”
As the king of the news industry, his intuition told him that the story about Moser had just begun. There would definitely be more exciting things to come!
He immediately ordered the other Den Den Mushi who was in charge of communications: “Send me more people! Top level! Keep a close eye on the movements of Tyrant Moze 24 hours a day! I want him to have an exclusive report on even the slightest fart! Quick! Go!”
After hanging up the phone, Morgans looked at the photo again, and the smile on his face became even brighter.
He had long noticed that Morgans was following him.
Although his Observation Haki has only been awakened for a short time, he has already shown obvious proficiency in it.
It is mainly inclined towards the prediction of danger, but for this kind of peeping with a clear purpose, the perception is particularly clear.
If it were in the past, before he mastered the Observation Haki, he might have been fooled by this experienced “paparazzi”. After all, the other party was also an emperor of the underworld and had his own means of hiding and tracking.
Now that he has awakened his Observation Haki, Mo Ze still can’t realize that there is a tail following him.
Then didn’t the Observation Haki awaken in vain?
Moser was not disgusted by Morgans’ stalking behavior, and could even be said to be happy to see it happen.
In the past, I acted low-key and kept things secret because I was not yet fully prepared and the timing was not right.
And now, he needs to build a powerful force that truly belongs to him and can shake the sea.
Then fame is also a weapon.
“Lord Moser…” Perona’s voice was shaking so much that it was almost inaudible. She clenched the hem of her skirt so tightly that her knuckles turned white. “We… Next…”
As soon as she said this, she stopped talking as if she had been scalded and covered her mouth tightly with her hands.
The tears that had just been stopped with great difficulty welled up again, my eyes quickly turned red, and my body began to tremble uncontrollably.
She didn’t dare look at Mo Ze, fearing that she would be punished in the next second.
Mo Ze glanced at her and waved his hand casually: “Okay, ask whatever you want to ask. Don’t be so nervous.”
To deal with a guy like Moria who has the talent of domineering color and is tough, you need to keep exerting pressure on him, so that he will gradually get used to being stepped on by you in his endless resistance.
Only in this way can one turn his domineering aura into his own advantage without completely erasing it.
That’s totally unnecessary when facing a little girl like Perona.
Moser is still very friendly to children.
Of course, the premise is that Moria is honest and obedient.
If that guy dared to play tricks and run away with his ship, Moser would definitely fulfill his promise immediately, pack up Perona, and send her directly to those useless people in Marijoa.
As for how to cause trouble for the Celestial Dragons later, that is another matter.
Perona got permission and then carefully put down her hand covering her mouth. However, her voice was still trembling, and she asked in a low voice with undisguised timidity: “Then… where are we going next?”
“East China Sea.” Mo Ze uttered these two words, and the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch, forming a cold arc.
“It’s time to collect the debt I owed a few years ago.”
Perona looked at the undisguised murderous look on Moze’s face and shuddered involuntarily, as if a cold wind was crawling up her spine.
She didn’t know which unlucky person was so blind as to offend this evil spirit in front of her.
She only knew that the place known as the “weakest sea” was likely to create huge waves.
But none of this had anything to do with her. She only had one thought in her mind: This plague god should leave quickly and forget about her, and never think of her as a hostage again! Yes, it would be best to forget about her completely!
Moser’s thoughts briefly drifted back to a few years ago.
He first came to this world in the Kingdom of Oikot in the East Sea.
This is also the hometown of Nami and Nojiko.
At that time, he had not yet obtained the power of the Bull Talisman. Although his physical fitness was far superior to that of ordinary people, he was still far from the real monsters in this sea.
Therefore, he chose to live a low-key life in the Kingdom of Oikot.
While training silently, I am looking for opportunities to become stronger.
Unexpectedly, there was a stupid and blind noble who had no choice but to kill people. As a result, he was wanted by the kingdom and had to set sail in a hurry.
I left in such a hurry that I didn’t have time to sort out many of the aftermath.
The nobleman died on the spot, and he had a group of other people at home!
This account has indeed been delayed for long enough.
“Um… Lord Moze.” Perona saw that Moze seemed to be thinking about something. After hesitating for a long time, she finally mustered up the courage to ask: “This place is far away from the East China Sea, right? How… do we get there?”
“By boat.” Moser answered as a matter of course.
Perona pointed to the frail little sailboat next to her and stammered, “This one?”
“Yes, this one.” Moze nodded, confirming her guess, and then pointed at Perona with his chin, “You, be responsible for providing the power.”
“Me?!” Perona was completely confused. She looked down at her arms in the puff-sleeved princess dress, then looked at her thin little arms and legs, and felt dizzy.
I rowed this boat to the East China Sea? Is that true?
“Use your ghost bombs to push the ship forward with the explosions,” Moze said with a wicked smile on his face, without any guilt for exploiting child labor. “Control the power of the ghost explosions and push the ship forward bit by bit. Remember, take it easy, control the direction and strength, if you blow up the ship…”
“Then you can swim to the East China Sea by yourself.”
Upon hearing this, Perona, the user of the Ghost Fruit, felt her eyes go dark, her legs went weak, and she almost fainted.
…Lord Moria! Help! I want to go home! I can’t live like this! Wuuuuuuuuu~!