Chapter 89: There is no way out for the king, so he has to create his own path (Ch 89)

In the face of absolute power and overwhelming intelligence, all conspiracies and tricks seem pale and powerless.
Moser’s process has almost always worked.
First, force them to surrender, then propose conditions, demand hostages, and finally use the information gap to make a thorough threat.
A set of formulaic operations that are simple and crude, yet accurate and efficient.
It’s simply invincible, and you don’t even need to use your brain much!
Using the least amount of energy to accomplish the biggest things, this strategy is deeply rooted in the heart of the pirate Moze, and it is so comfortable to use it.
“I……”
Crocodile’s dry throat rolled.
Dignity, ambition, planning… in front of the man in front of her, they were as fragile as sand castles, and would collapse at the slightest touch.
He thought of himself when he was young, how high-spirited he was, but how he was defeated miserably by Whitebeard.
Because of his unwillingness and pride in not wanting to be inferior to others, he refused to become Whitebeard’s “son”.
He withdrew from the stage of the New World in disgrace and placed all his bets on Alabasta and the legendary ancient weapon “Pluto”, dreaming of making a comeback one day and even… touching the supreme throne.
But what about now?
Behind me is a cliff thousands of feet high, with no way to retreat.
He knew more than ever that he had no choice.
“I… promise…” Crocodile squeezed out these three words from between his teeth with great difficulty.
“Wow, congratulations, Crocodile.”
Moze laughed out loud.
“You have earned yourself a chance to stay alive and continue to realize your ‘dream’, although the way may be a little different from what you expected.”
He didn’t care whether Crocodile was truly surrendering or just pretending.
A sand crocodile with a broken spine will not be able to make any waves if it is put on a strong enough chain.
And he, Moze, was confident that he possessed the strongest “chain” in the world – that was his own ever-growing strength that was enough to crush everything.
As long as he continues to become stronger, Crocodile will have to hide in the designated beach.
At this moment, there was a slight “bulu bulu” vibration in Mo Ze’s arms.
“Wait a minute, I’m going to take a call.”
As soon as the Den Den Mushi was connected, its small eyes and mouth immediately turned into Perona’s iconic Gothic Lolita face, which was now full of panic.
“Captain! Captain! It’s bad! It’s bad!”
Perona’s sharp scream almost pierced the eardrums, and it sounded like crying.
“One of the three sweet generals of the Big Mom Pirates, the guy wearing a scarf, Katakuri, suddenly appeared on the Thriller Bark for some reason!”
“Lord Moria is fighting him, but…but the situation looks very, very bad! Lord Moria is about to be beaten!”
“Katakuri?”
When Mo Ze heard this, he raised his eyebrows slightly and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Charlotte Katakuri?
The man who has cultivated his Observation Haki to the point where he can foresee the short future, the second son of the Big Mom Pirates, and the strongest general.
How could a person of this level end up in a “newbie village” like the one in the first half of the Grand Line?
And he also found Moria?
He thought that Moria had never fought against Big Mom Pirates?
Could it be that…
Coming for me?
But when did he get involved with the Big Mom Pirates? He searched his memory and found that he had no recollection.
Aren’t these four emperors all expanding their influence in the New World?
Why did he suddenly interfere in the first half of the Grand Line?
However, if he can’t figure it out, he won’t think about it for now. This is his usual style.
“I’ll be right back.”
Crocodile naturally also heard the contents of the Den Den Mushi and learned that the Big Mom Pirates had come to his door.
heart……
It’s also hard to be active inside.
After all, he was once a man who had fought against Whitebeard, so he naturally had a clear understanding of the strength of the top cadres under the Four Emperors.
In his opinion, as long as Big Mom doesn’t come in person, Katakuri alone can’t cause any trouble.
“It looks like there’s a change of plans.”
Moze put away the Den Den Mushi, and the lifelike image of Perona’s frightened face disappeared.
“I can’t be ‘defeated’ by you for the time being.”
“Someone from the Big Mom Pirates suddenly disrupted the situation. The script needs to be changed.”
“Change it to us being tied temporarily because of their unexpected intrusion, with no winner or loser.”
Moser casually laid down the new “fact.”
“…”
“Yes.” Crocodile naturally had no objection.
“very good.”
Moze nodded in satisfaction.
“When I go back and solve the Katakuri problem, I hope you have prepared the people I need according to my request.”
The people who were needed were naturally the members of the Baroque Works Society, including Nico Robin.
Crocodile was silent for a moment, but finally couldn’t help but speak.
“Once Nico Robin is under your command, she will definitely attract the attention of Admiral Aokiji.”
“Now Katakuri of the Big Mom Pirates has set his sights on you. If you are also targeted by Aokiji, one of the most powerful fighters in the Marine Headquarters…”
Klockal paused, carefully observing Moser’s reaction, trying to find a trace of solemnity or uneasiness on his face.
“Do you think you still have a chance to enter the new world safely?”
However, Moser’s response once again exceeded his expectations.
Mo Ze seemed to have heard something extremely interesting, and the corners of his mouth curled up in an almost joyful arc.
“Isn’t this something we have to face sooner or later?”
“Whether it’s the Big Mom Pirates, the Navy Admirals, or Kaido, Red-Haired Shanks, and those guys…”
“Sooner or later, they will become a wall blocking my way forward.”
He moved his wrists, making a slight bone-crunching sound, as if preparing for the next warm-up.
“Is there any essential difference between meeting earlier or later?”
“After all, they will only be stepping stones on my way forward.”
“There is no way out before the king, so you have to create your own path!”
This almost arrogant self-confidence, this attitude of disregarding the Four Emperors’ generals as nothing, just happened to come out of his mouth, and it made people feel… perhaps, this is how it should be.
Crocodile was completely silent.
He suddenly understood that his strength had been stagnant for so many years and he was trapped in this desert.
What is missing is what exactly.
Have failures worn down my edges, or have I never had such overwhelming confidence?
What an enviable monster…
“That’s right.”
Moze seemed to remember something.
“Von Clay, the ability of the Mimic Fruit is very useful.”
“I need his abilities, too.”
Mo Ze’s figure suddenly became blurred.
The next second, he had transformed into an extremely swift black shadow, tearing through the air and rushing towards the terrifying three-masted sailing ship, so fast that only a trail of afterimage was left behind.
Crocodile was the only one left, standing alone in the empty and silent desert.
The heart-pounding feeling of oppression and the impact of the arrogant declaration lingered in the air for a long time.
Crocodile lowered his arm, and the golden hook flashed coldly in the sunlight.
He slowly exhaled a breath and looked in the direction where Mo Ze disappeared with complicated eyes.
A stepping stone?
What will happen in the future?
He doesn’t know.
But at least, it’s more… interesting than being trapped to death in this desert, searching for the ancient weapon Pluto that no one knows whether it exists or not.
Người mua: Atomic, 19/05/2025 22:28