I agreed to win with Roger, but the guy I met was too young Chapter 099

Horn’s face was pale. He knew that Ritt was not someone he could defeat. He had thought of begging for mercy, but looking at the blood mist in the air, he didn’t know why Ritt had come, but he knew that Ritt would not let him go.

“W-what the hell is this?!” a captain retreated in horror, his military boots making a “sizzle” sound as they stepped on the blood-mist-covered ground.

Ritt’s figure slowly appeared in the mist. He hummed an off-key tune, his Black Tide Greatsword dragging behind him. Wherever the blade passed, the concrete wall peeled off like rotting tree bark.

The blood mist formed a vortex, sucking the screaming soldiers into its depths, leaving only floating military caps.

“Horn—” Ritt’s voice echoed eerily in the thick mist,

“Your collector is here.”

The glass of the command room suddenly shattered, and the blood mist condensed into countless fine needles, pinning Horn to the operational map.

The branch chief watched as his right hand began to dissolve, revealing stark white bones.

“Wait! Please, let me go! Money, women, I can give you anything!”

Horn’s screams were mixed with the sound of his teeth shattering, “Please, let me go, I don’t want to die yet…”

“Shhh.” Ritt’s index finger pressed against his lips, and the blood mist suddenly poured into Horn’s mouth. “You’re mistaken, I’m not here to negotiate.”

The entire base began to collapse.

The blood mist corroded the steel framework, the gun turrets melted, and the communication tower bent like softened chocolate.

Those Marines—when enveloped by the blood mist, they could still breathe, still think, and even clearly feel their skin disappearing inch by inch.

The last time Ritt used such a large-scale method was when he was playing with the World Nobles in God Valley.

Moria stood at the bow of the ship, enjoying the slaughter, his shadow twisting excitedly: “Hehehehe… The Captain isn’t even leaving a complete corpse this time. Gotta say, the Captain is really self-indulgent.”

When the blood mist dissipated, only a few remnants of walls remained of G- 44 Branch, proving that a Marine base had once stood there. There were no wrecks, no bloodstains, like a dinner plate licked clean by some giant beast.

In such a high-pressure environment, people can easily go mad. Horn soon began to grin ferociously: “Hehehe, I have connections with the World Noble adults—”

But then he remembered something and his face filled with despair.

“Bang!”

A gun, condensed from mist, suddenly pierced his right shoulder, pinning him to the wall.

Ritt didn’t even bear to use his Black Tide Greatsword, fearing it would get dirty, and smiled brightly: “Apologies, allow me to introduce myself. I am Ritt, Captain of the Scarlet Dawn Pirates. Seriously, with so many blood needles pinning you, you can still bark like a dog.”

He spread his arms, and blood mist surged skyward,

“Come now, my navigator will formally introduce herself—”

Against the backdrop of the blood mist, Tesoro’s golden waves transformed into a staircase, paving a direct path from Lina’s feet to Horn.

And Lina—

She stepped onto the golden staircase, walking towards Horn step by step, her pace steady, her voice cold:

“I am Laurent D. Lina, Navigator of the Scarlet Dawn.”

“Today, I’ve come for your life.”

And Horn himself, due to the pain, snapped out of his hysteria—

“P-please…” Horn trembled, pleading, “I can give you money, give you status…”

Damn, two-faced turtle.

Lina looked down at him,

“When you sold my sister, she begged you like this too, didn’t she?”

She drew her rapier and stabbed Horn, piercing him with each thrust. After retracting her sword, she turned and walked towards Ritt: “Captain, the rest is up to you.”

Ritt grinned, and the blood mist transformed into a giant hand, lifting the “honeycomb coal” high—

The blood mist contracted, and Horn’s screams abruptly ceased.

As the Dawn Nirvana sailed away from the bare G- 44 Branch, Lina stood at the stern, quietly watching the firelight on the sea.

Ritt walked up to her and handed her a cup of hot milk: “Feel good?”

Lina timidly said, “But I want to drink alcohol.”

Ritt tapped her head: “What kind of alcohol does a little kid drink?”

Lina took the cup and suddenly smiled: “Captain, you looked… so chuunibyou just now.”

Ritt: “……”

Tesoro held back his laughter until he had internal injuries.

Even though the Captain was chuunibyou at that moment, he was also the most reassuring.

Enel rolled his eyes at everyone, then looked at Ritt with sparkling eyes: “The Captain was clearly super cool, alright? They don’t understand you, but I do. There’s nothing wrong with it, how can mere mortals understand gods like us?”

Ritt sweat-dropped: “Uh, Enel, hey, thank you.”

Perona floated over and hugged Lina: “Big Sis Lina is the coolest!”

Moria’s shadow gave a thumbs up: “Hehehehe… Can we get in on this next time? Our hands are itching!”

Laboon: “Wooh—!” (Translation: + 1!)

Lina looked at her noisy companions, a slight smile on her lips.

Perhaps, this ship… was what she had been searching for.

Sengoku smashed his desk with a punch, the projection Den Den Mushi still flickering—the last scene of G- 44 Branch dissolving in the blood mist.

This was something Ritt had deliberately released, with no other intention than simply to disgust the Marines.

“Come at me.”

“The entire base vanished into thin air in less than an hour?” Akainu transformed into a lava hound.

“Not even ruins left?”

Vice Admiral Tsuru pushed up her glasses: “Given the strength of Marine Branch 44, it’s impossible that they forced Ritt to reveal his full power. Therefore, we currently have no way of determining Ritt’s current threat.

This is the investigation report on Branch 44. Although I hate to admit it, we should still thank him.”

Kizaru sat with his legs crossed: “How scary~ This ability is practically cheating~”

“Ritt letting this message out clearly means he wants to disgust us.” Sengoku’s emotions were relatively calm. “Immediately update the bounty posters! Marine justice must not be infringed upon.”

Sengoku had to deal with this, just like Vice Admiral Nezumi. This was a major directional issue; the Marines had to make their stance clear.

[Captain] Ritt Bounty: 3.6 Billion Berries

[First Mate] “Golden Emperor” Tesoro Bounty: 1.1 Billion Berries

[Combatant] “Shadow Master” Moria Bounty: 1.02 Billion Berries

[Combatant] “God of Thunder” Enel Bounty: 790 Million Berries

[Navigator] “Eye of the Storm” Lina Bounty: 500 Million Berries

[Ship Doctor] “Healer” Stella Bounty: 100 Million Berries

[Apprentice] “Ghost Princess” Perona Bounty: 5, 000 Berries

[Pet] Laboon Bounty: 800 Berries

Ritt looked at his crew’s bounty posters. Sengoku was truly devious. When did Tesoro become the First Mate? Although everyone acknowledged it,

Logically, Moria should be the First Mate. If Moria were truly the type who wanted to be First Mate, and then had his bounty and position surpassed by a newcomer, Sengoku’s scheme to sow discord might have succeeded.

But Sengoku didn’t know that Moria would become a lazy slob in the future. Now, his lazy aura was practically overflowing. If Perona and Laboon didn’t knock on his door every day, Ritt would genuinely fear he’d die in his room.

“Pfft ha ha ha!” Ritt slapped Lina’s bounty poster onto the table. “’Danger level no less than a combatant’?”

Lina blushed and snatched the wanted poster back: “It’s, it’s too ugly… Captain Ritt, please don’t say anything more.”

Ritt looked at the flushed Lina,

Hehe.

The difference when she’s not navigating is really huge. This is the contrast, isn’t it, folks?

Actually, Lina’s bounty shouldn’t be that high; it was mainly due to Ritt’s influence.

Enel grilled fish with lightning, his face full of disdain: “A mere 500 million Berries is worthy of being compared to a god?”

Moria’s zombies were helping Perona hang the bounty posters to decorate the room: “Hehehehe… Next time, I’ll make the heads of these trash Marines into collectibles too!”

“Mr. Moria, if you bring such disgusting things onto the ship, your pocket money will be halved,” Stella said gently, cupping her face.

Tesoro swirled his wine glass, looking at the headline of the latest newspaper—“The Most Vicious Fleet in the New Era is Born! Scarlet Dawn, Can It Become the True King of the New World?”