Figaland Gringus Saint stood before the palace's massive window, watching the swiftly departing figures, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes.
He nodded slightly, a cold smile playing on his lips, as if already envisioning these individuals readily serving his purpose, completing the tasks he had set for them.
His mood was, therefore, particularly light.
“These people, though mere pawns in my hand, are nonetheless essential for the initial stages of my work.”
He murmured to himself, his hands clasped behind his back, standing ramrod straight, as if contemplating something profound.
“However… this task, I cannot entirely entrust to them.”
Though he appeared to be in complete control, his inner vigilance remained unyielding.
His gaze swept across the palace interior, his mind racing.
Figaland knew that while these individuals seemed capable of providing assistance, he dared not underestimate any of them, especially Jin An.
“Jin An…”
He muttered to himself, a chilling light flickering in his eyes.
“That boy, though young, is not to be taken lightly.”
He was keenly aware that Jin An possessed not only extraordinary intelligence but, even more alarmingly, hidden strength.
Recalling their encounter on the battlefield of Elbaf, Jin An's composure and rapid adaptability had even caused him a faint sense of unease.
He dared not belittle any foe, especially one like Jin An, who appeared fragile yet possessed the ability to unleash formidable potential at crucial moments.
Although the New Navy and the Navy led by Sengoku had seemingly forged an alliance, Figaland’s intuition told him—Jin An would never let him off so easily.
He walked to the table, picked up a glass of red wine, and gently swirled it, the liquid rotating in the glass, releasing a rich aroma.
He took a small sip, the wine's bitterness and sweetness mingling in his mouth, yet he felt no sense of relaxation.
“I must see for myself.”
He whispered, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon beyond the window, that blurred expanse seeming to represent his vast future.
He knew that while his position within the World Government was currently unassailable, Jin An's rise could disrupt this balance.
He couldn’t wait for the situation to develop beyond control; he had to cut off any potential threats in advance.
“Even these Marine admirals and CP members are likely only to complete the preliminary plan.
The real key lies in my own hands.”
Figaland set down the wine glass, his gaze growing increasingly cold and resolute.
His fingers unconsciously tapped lightly on the table, emitting crisp sounds, as if striking his own determination.
“Jin An, do you really think you can defeat me so easily?”
A cold smile surfaced on his lips, a smile devoid of warmth, filled only with endless calculation and ruthless resolve.
He wasn't unprepared for a retreat, but he knew even better that this game had to be played skillfully, ensuring victory.
He returned to his throne, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes to feel the fluctuations within him.
A sense of oppression permeated the air, the palace space seemingly silenced by his decision.
“Let's see if Jin An can maintain his composure when faced with the immense pressure brought about by the World Government operating at full speed.”
A sharp glint flashed in Figaland's eyes; he knew that Jin An was merely the one standing on the crest of the wave for the moment, ultimately unable to escape the true darkness.
He slowly stood up, his gaze regaining its sharp edge.
With Figaland Gringus Saint’s order, the World Government’s massive war machine finally began its full-scale activation.
Each command was like a cannonball shattering the silence, swiftly piercing the air and heading straight for targets in all directions.
Inside the palace, several high-ranking officers were already acting swiftly.
Their expressions were calm and decisive, as if they had never hesitated for a moment.
Everyone knew that this time, no mistakes could be tolerated, especially when facing Jin An, this sudden variable.
“Send the order down, mobilize all available forces, and immediately concentrate on the battlefield.”
Figaland stood before the massive stone table, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes as sharp as an eagle’s.
Each word was heavy and low, filled with unquestionable authority.
A high-ranking general in a black military uniform responded respectfully:
“Yes, sir.”
With that, he quickly turned and strode away, his pace as firm as a boulder plunging into a deep pool, echoing with cold reverberations.
Then, the palace doors quietly closed, and the entire space fell silent once more.
Figaland remained standing in place, his gaze as sharp as a blade, locked onto the distant horizon.
His heart was surging, and the suppressed killing intent in his heart seemed about to burst forth.
“Jin An… do you really think you can contend with me so easily?”
He murmured, a sneer curling his lips, but his eyes flashed with a dangerous light.
“You are just a young challenger, after all, ultimately unable to escape the descent of death.”
At the same time, the World Government's war machine began to operate at full speed.
War forces spread all over the world, like the tentacles of a huge spider, quickly converging on their targets.
One headquarters and warship after another began to sail from all corners of the world to their designated battlefields, and undercurrents surged.
Those World Government powerhouses who failed to return in time during the last war also began to advance to the front lines on warships and airships.
They were dressed in armor, with steady steps, and each of them exuded a powerful aura that could not be ignored.
With each step they took, the surrounding air seemed to vibrate with their momentum.
One expert, once known as the “Shadow Warrior,” held an ancient blade, coldly watching the sea in front of him.
The blade flickered slightly, with a dark luster.
His eyes were cold, as if he didn't care about anything, with only one goal, to erase Jin An from this world.
Another burly warrior, with muscles as hard as steel, carried a pair of huge black wings on his back.
He walked with heavy steps, as if the earth was giving way to him, and every step seemed to bring up a shocking wave of air.
The firelight in his eyes reflected the coming war.
These powerhouses are more than just famous; each of them has incredibly powerful strength.
Everyone knew in their hearts that this battle would determine the future of the world.
And they were part of this vast plan.
Figaland arranged them in key positions, deciding that they would become the last straw to crush Jin An.
On the warship, the crew were busy and nervously operating various equipment.
The huge turrets were adjusted to their best condition, and the roar of artillery fire came one after another.
On every warship, the soldiers' faces were not filled with fear, but with enthusiasm and a desire to fight.
Fighting has become their destiny.
Figaland’s gaze was still fixed on the distance, but he knew in his heart that this vast war was about to begin.
Every chess piece has been set, and the smell of gunpowder has permeated every battlefield.
“Let Jin An also understand that he is just playing a role destined to fail.”
Figaland thought coldly in his heart.
The situation that followed would not allow for any delay, and he had to ensure that nothing went wrong.
With the gathering of warships, the powerhouses of the World Government had quietly entered a state of combat.
This large-scale war is not only a contest of strength, but also a contest of wisdom and strategy.
And Jin An is destined to become the center of this storm.
