On the other side of the training ground, Momousagi stood to the side, her gaze calmly sweeping over the soldiers in training.
She noticed that their morale was much lower than usual.
The grip on her sword tightened unconsciously.
She had a faint feeling that things were far more complex than they appeared on the surface.
Especially during the recent meetings, she had seen Sengoku and Tsuru remain silent, only occasionally exchanging meaningful glances.
These details made her suspect that something significant was brewing within the Navy that they didn't want the lower ranks to know.
"Is it about Jin An…" she wondered silently, although she had no concrete evidence, all indications pointed to him being involved.
Jin An's name surfaced in her mind, along with memories of the past.
A former comrade-in-arms, now rumored to have completely broken with the World Government.
These changes were something she couldn't ignore.
Meanwhile, Garp was feasting in the Marine Headquarters cafeteria.
In stark contrast to the tension of the surrounding soldiers, he still wore his usual smile, seemingly unaffected by the atmosphere.
Several young soldiers whispered behind him, "Did you hear? It seems like something big has happened. Isn't Vice Admiral Garp worried at all?"
Garp naturally heard their discussion, but he pretended not to hear anything and continued to bury himself in his senbei.
He understood that the complexity of the current situation was beyond the comprehension of the lower-ranking soldiers.
If Jin An's matter was truly as he suspected, even more speculation and worry would only add to the trouble.
"Just meet soldiers with generals, and dams with earth…"
He thought to himself indifferently.
However, as time went on, the abnormalities gradually intensified.
More and more soldiers and lower-ranking officers noticed the strange atmosphere at headquarters.
Although they couldn't know the specific details, they could sense some kind of hidden crisis approaching step by step.
That unease, like the calm before a hurricane, was quietly spreading throughout the Marine Headquarters.
Beneath this tranquility, it seemed that a huge storm was brewing, waiting for an opportunity to erupt completely.
And the center of this storm was undoubtedly that name once regarded as a hero—Jin An.
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In the sky above an unknown region.
A massive airship was floating among the clouds.
The World Economic Journal's logo was painted on the airship's hull, its huge wings symbolizing its far-reaching reach.
Inside the airship's cockpit, Morgans was lounging with his legs crossed, half-reclined in a large leather chair, swirling a glass of red wine in his hand.
The liquid rippled in the glass with his movements, emitting a deep red glow.
At this moment, his face was full of smug smiles, and his eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Big news! Ah… big news! Hahaha!"
Morgans drained his wine glass in one gulp, abruptly stood up, and strode over to the photography equipment in the cabin.
He held the photos he had just taken in one hand, and supported himself on the table with the other, his eyebrows raised high and the corners of his mouth tilted into a confident arc.
In those photos, each one captured the most thrilling moments in Mary Geoise: pirates sweeping through the Holy Land like a tide, Golden Lion's arrogant declaration in the sky, the Five Elders' disheveled figures, and even the God's Knights fleeing in panic.
Every one of these photos was excellent material for an exclusive report.
"The world will be shocked by this, and this is the surprise I'm bringing to the world," Morgans muttered to himself, his tone full of irrepressible excitement and pride.
His fingers gently brushed over the photos, as if caressing a priceless work of art.
As the president of the World Economic Journal, he knew the weight of these images.
Each photo was excellent news material, a blockbuster that would shake the world—he was the one who could detonate this sensation.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh loudly, his feathers fluttering slightly with excitement.
"What a great show! This time, the chaos in Mary Geoise not only disgraced the Five Elders, but even those high and mighty Celestial Dragons couldn't stay out of it."
He extended a finger and gently tapped one of the Celestial Dragons in the photos, the terrified expression and disheveled posture frozen on the photo paper, becoming a part of history.
"These guys never thought they'd have a day like this, huh?"
Morgans looked out the window triumphantly as the airship slowly ascended, passing through layers of clouds.
Through the porthole, he could overlook the ocean below, as if the entire sea was under his control.
At this moment, he felt that he was not just the president of a news agency, but the controller of the world's truth, the giant bird lighting the light of truth for the world.
"It's a pity I didn't get to see Jin An and those guys' duel in person," he shook his head slightly, but soon laughed again. "However, the photos are enough to make up for it."
He looked at the photos on the table, one of which was particularly eye-catching—it was Jin An in the center of the melee, proudly standing among the enemies.
The confidence and composure on that face, as if ignoring all power, made Morgans feel an inexplicable admiration.
"This traitor of the Navy is now a hero to many people," he murmured, as if talking to Jin An in the photo.
"But whether you're a hero or a traitor, it doesn't matter. What matters is that you created the news, and I will be the one to push this news storm!"
He turned and walked towards the airship's control panel, preparing to personally control the direction and continue tracking the battle situation.
He had decided that he would not miss what would happen next—even if it meant taking a greater risk, he would record these shocking moments one by one.
Because in Morgans' dictionary, "big news" is the light of his life, and this Mary Geoise incident will be the most brilliant page of his career.
Thus, Morgans rode the airship and gradually moved away into the sky.
The huge airship slowly rose, passed through the thick clouds, and disappeared into the vast sky.
Morgans stood in the airship's cockpit, staring at the gradually shrinking Holy Land of Mary Geoise.
On that land washed by war, thick smoke was still billowing, and the echoes of battle seemed to still reverberate in the air.
Even from this distance, he seemed to still hear the Celestial Dragons' cries and pleas, and feel the vibrations brought by the aftermath of the battle.
Those nobles who were once high above and invincible were now just frightened creatures chased by prey.
The corners of Morgans' mouth rose slightly, and his feathers trembled slightly, becoming more vivid.
At this moment, his heart was filled with a sense of victory, as if he was not only the recorder of this event, but also the promoter and witness.
He steadied himself, gently resting one hand on the console and holding the newly filled glass of red wine in the other, gently shaking it, the wine swaying gently with the vibration of the airship, as if sending the final gift for the finale of this grand drama.
"Hahaha, it seems I've made a big profit this time," he whispered with a smile, as if talking to himself, and also as if issuing a declaration of victory to the followers on the airship.
He raised his glass high, as if paying tribute to himself. Then, he drank it all in one gulp, as if swallowing the sweetness of this victory into his stomach.
The airship continued to move forward, gradually moving away from that place of right and wrong and heading towards the endless sky.
He turned his head and glanced at the photos and materials that were tightly locked in the safe, and a hint of expectation flashed in his heart.
Perhaps, when these materials are officially released, the whole world will be shocked.
At that time, he will be standing in the very center of the spotlight, accepting the gaze of everyone.
"Goodbye, Mary Geoise."
Morgans murmured softly, his tone with a bit of sarcasm and satisfaction.
Then, he turned his gaze to the vast sea in front of the airship, beyond that endless sky, waiting for him were new stories, new news, and new challenges.
The huge airship gradually became a small dot on the horizon, and finally disappeared, leaving only the faint scent of wine, as if his arrogant laughter was floating in the air.
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