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"Swish... swish..."
On the boundless sea, waves surged and sparkled under the blazing summer sun. The air shimmered with heat, as though distorting reality itself, while the surface of the ocean seemed to emit steam, making the oppressive heat unbearable.
A fleet of over a dozen grotesquely oversized sea slugs moved slowly across the azure waters. Each carried an enormous structure on its back—so massive that from afar, they resembled floating islands.
Fluttering proudly atop these colossal buildings was a black flag emblazoned with the strange number "66." It flapped in the wind, exuding arrogance and menace, like some ravenous beast ready to devour all before it.
"Ugh... damn this weather..."
Standing at about 1.8 meters tall, a young man around sixteen years old grabbed the cup of water carefully offered by a beautiful maid and gulped it down greedily. He sighed irritably, clearly annoyed by the sweltering conditions.
His striking appearance was hard to miss: wavy blue hair styled asymmetrically, eyebrows curled counterclockwise, black goggles covering his eyes, and matching ear protectors. He wore a sleek blue combat suit adorned with a black cape bearing the number "2." Yellow metallic gloves and a belt marked with a lightning bolt completed his intimidating ensemble.
Even without context, his gear screamed coolness.
"Niji-sama, please be patient. We're almost at our destination!"
A towering soldier clad in black combat attire, carrying a long rifle on his back, glanced at his wristwatch. "We'll arrive in approximately half an hour."
Boom! Boom!
The intermittent sound of explosions drew Niji Vinsmoke's attention to another slug-mounted warship nearby. Raising an eyebrow, he muttered, "That guy Ichi is insane. Ever since early morning, except for a brief pause during lunch, he's been going nonstop."
Though used to such displays, Niji still couldn't help but marvel at his brother's relentless drive. Despite being born on the same day and genetically enhanced by their father, Vinsmoke Judge, using cutting-edge technology, the differences between them had become glaringly obvious over time. While physical recovery rates during childhood surpassed those of adults, sheer effort alone wasn't enough to bridge the gap.
Niji once tried matching Ichi's grueling training regimen, but ended up barely able to stand. Yet there Ichi was, pushing through the pain barrier day after day.
"Whether you like it or not, there's a difference in 'will' between you two!" This shocking conclusion came from none other than their father, King Vinsmoke Judge, who also served as the chief scientist of Germa's research team.
"Truly remarkable, Lord Ichi!"
One of Germa's commanding officers gazed reverently at the fortress-like ship marked with the number "1," marveling aloud, "Ever since we departed from the North Blue, hasn't he been sleeping less than five hours a night?"
"That kind of endurance... only someone like him could pull it off," Niji mused, acknowledging the growing distance between himself, Yon (the fourth sibling), and their eldest brother. "Honestly, the amount of training he puts himself through isn't something any normal human could handle. It's like he trains until death itself might take him."
"Heh, if it weren't for Germa's top-tier medical and scientific advancements, his body would have collapsed long ago under such strain..."
"But despite his stubborn streak—and occasional defiance of orders—it's precisely this madness that makes Father value him so much. Thanks to him, Germa has gained an unstoppable 'Demon Spear!'"
The Kingdom of Ferland
One of the World Government's affiliated nations, located in the western part of the South Blue near the Red Line, Ferland was ruled by a decadent royal family and aristocracy. These elites lived lives of extreme luxury, mercilessly exploiting their subjects, treating commoners as little more than tools for their amusement. The oppressed populace endured unimaginable suffering daily, their hatred for the ruling class simmering beneath the surface.
Eventually, pushed past their breaking point, the starving masses rose up in rebellion, spurred on by ambitious instigators. In just three short months, tens of thousands joined the uprising, advancing swiftly toward the capital. By now, rebel forces had reached Fermira Mountain, less than a hundred miles from the royal city.
Panic swept through the nobility, many of whom began secretly transferring wealth and fleeing the kingdom with their families.
"Damn it, aren't they here yet?!"
King Angus IX, a fifty-something man pacing anxiously before his throne, paid no heed to the coveted seat symbolizing power. His brow furrowed with unease; he never imagined his supposedly invincible royal army would crumble so easily. Thousands of trained soldiers were routed by ragtag peasants wielding makeshift weapons, leaving him utterly humiliated.
"Your Majesty, don't worry. We've just received word—they've entered the Altosno Sea and will arrive in half an hour."
An obese minister hurried forward to reassure the king.
"Hmph! Once the legendary 'Army of Evil' arrives, those damned rebels are finished!" Angus sneered coldly, his eyes glinting with murderous intent. "When the time comes, every last one of those filthy peasants will hang as an example!"
"Indeed, Your Majesty. Hiring this demonic legion, which once brutally ruled the North Blue, cost us billions of Berries..."
The assembled ministers nodded eagerly, their confidence in the "Army of Evil" unwavering, as they fawned over their ruler's words.