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"Bang!" "Bang!"...
The massive alloy pillars vibrated ceaselessly from the impacts.
One after another, shocking fist prints, leg prints, and finger prints were added to them.
If it weren't for the layered shock absorption system specially designed by Germa's science team, this War House would have been destroyed.
His fiery red hair was already soaked with sweat, clinging to his body.
His body, glistening with beads of sweat, resembled coiled dragons firmly entrenched on his form. His sharply defined, yet not overly robust, muscles contained unimaginable explosive power!
He no longer paid attention to the news of Portgas D. Ace. After browsing the latest newspaper, Ichiji casually ate some breakfast sent from the kitchen and immediately began his new day of training.
Over the years, the frantic, day and night training had already become ingrained in his bones.
He didn't dislike the occasional indulgence in such a life!
After all, whether it was the pressure he put on himself or the accumulated resentment from battle, if he kept suppressing it without release, he would eventually go mad.
Power, authority, women...
Perhaps it was a bit vulgar and greedy, but he truly liked these things, and even wanted to possess them all!
For this, he needed absolute power!
One-fold effort was not enough; then it would be two-fold, three-fold...
This was his obsession, and Ichiji's undisguised ambition all along!
Without powerful strength, even the most beautiful things could vanish in an instant, turning into nothing, and he might not even be able to choose his own death.
Vinsmoke Judge had long known this, but this was also why he, with his strong desire for control, repeatedly indulged Ichiji.
This eldest son possessed terrifying potential and a vision far superior to his other three children... and an even stronger, abyss-like ambition!
If he were merely a "war tool," this son was clearly not very qualified.
But the potential and ability gradually displayed by this unconventional eldest son forced Vinsmoke Judge, who had spent his life striving for the mission of "Germa 66 once again dominating North Blue" and faced increasing pressure, to admit that the hope of completing Germa Kingdom's three-hundred-year unfinished grand endeavor might lie with this son, whom he had once judged a "half-finished product."
...
"Whoosh..."
He didn't know how long had passed, but the waves began to surge violently.
The sun, which had risen from the sea, was now high in the sky, scorching the entire ocean.
Faintly, a majestic mountain range, entirely red and somewhat blurry, lay horizontally in front of them, shrouded in mist, stretching as far as the eye could see.
That was the Red Line, like an insurmountable chasm, separating the four seas from the dangerous Grand Line!
"The Red Line has been reached..."
"All personnel prepare! We are expected to begin climbing the Red Line in ten minutes..."
Clearly, not everyone possessed Ichiji's terrifying physical endurance. The Germa soldiers' training had long concluded, and they were heading to the mess hall in groups of three or five, enjoying the lavish lunch meticulously prepared according to Germa 66's scientific calculations and adjustments.
As for Lord Ichiji, who was still training frantically as if his physical limits were boundless and would never cease, they had long since gone from initial shock to now being accustomed, or rather, numb to it.
"Lord Ichiji, we have reached the Red Line. Please prepare yourself!"
After some unknown time, Hody, the captain of the Fifth Battle Team, approached with a serious expression: "And you also need to take care of your body. Please have your meal before continuing."
Germa's War Houses were all converted from gigantic sea slugs. Not only did they possess excellent cruising speed, but they could even directly climb the Red Line, which was like a natural barrier.
The Red Line, thousands of meters high and covered in strange rocks, was a strenuous climb even for the gigantic sea slugs, requiring a considerable amount of time.
Moreover, the entire Germa War House would stand upright, and if one accidentally fell, it would be smashed to smithereens.
During these past few days of sailing, they hadn't encountered any imprudent pirates.
Ordinary pirates, upon seeing the black flag of Germa 66, if not utterly stupid, wouldn't foolishly crash into them.
With the guidance of "Life Cards," they generally wouldn't waste too much time, nor would they get lost.
As long as they crossed the ocean current at the entrance of the Grand Line from the Red Line and climbed directly to the North Blue region, with the speed of Germa's "War Houses," they could return to headquarters in just a few days at most.
"Bang!!"
He landed a powerful punch, leaving a deep indentation in the alloy pillar.
"Oh? We've arrived?" Ichiji let out a long breath, drenched in sweat, and stopped his frenzied training, nodding directly.
Not long after, a breathtaking scene unfolded on the Red Line.
On the solid, steep red rock face, one gigantic sea slug after another steadily ascended...