With the prisoners dealt with, the great war finally came to an end.
The Justice League was officially founded, with its headquarters set on Momoiro Island.
Originally, it was planned to be on Amazon Lily, but out of respect for Hancock, they chose instead the island of the okama.
Ivankov, the okama king, had no objections. The island was already meant to serve as a backup base for the Revolutionary Army, and now that the Justice League's ideals aligned with theirs, it made sense.
The massive group crossed the seas and settled in.
As the new power standing against the World Government, their first task was to win the hearts of the people. Only with public support could they rule the world.
Administrative details were left to the strategists, while the four Executives — Whitebeard, Fujitora, Dragon, and Shanks — gathered to discuss how to spread the Justice League's name and gain recognition.
"When I first set out, all I wanted was family," Whitebeard muttered from his high-backed chair.
"I never thought I'd end up leading the Whitebeard Pirates, and now here I am, discussing the founding of a new regime. If Roger were alive, he'd laugh at me."
Rayleigh chuckled.
"Better this than nothing. I'm too old to waste energy, and yet you all forced me into the role of General. Outrageous."
But despite his words, the smile on his face betrayed his excitement.
Dragon, who had spent decades hiding in the shadows, was the happiest of all. Only days ago he was forced to work from the darkness, yet now he was openly planning the world's future.
As the atmosphere grew sentimental, Good, sprawled lazily on the grass, cut in:
"You guys are too damn sentimental. Big shots whining about life stories — you're putting me to sleep."
The warm mood shattered into awkward silence.
But no one could dislike him. Without Good, none of this would have been possible. He had saved them all, and his presence drew people's hearts together like gravity.
Perhaps that was his true charisma.
When they turned back to discussing propaganda, Good spoke again:
"Why bother with propaganda? We don't need to beg anyone. As long as we fight for peace, people can join if they want. If they don't, forget it. As long as everyone keeps the peace, we're fine. Anyone who starts a war — we'll crush them."
Everyone fell silent. His blunt words made their careful arguments feel pointless. But the more they thought about it, the more they realized he was right.
With Good's absolute strength, they didn't need to plead for support. They just needed to set rules. Anyone who disobeyed would be beaten into submission.
Fists ruled every era.
The Executives — Whitebeard, Shanks, Fujitora, Dragon — and General Rayleigh couldn't help but respect him.
Though Good often spoke like a fool, his words carried weight, like lightning in the mind.
Outside, the news spread. With Morgans, the "birdman" of the press, on the job, nothing could be hidden.
"The Fourth Admiral Stands Against the World Government!"
The headline was like an explosion, rocking the entire world.
The world boiled over.
"What's going on!? Why is the Reckless Maniac Admiral fighting the Government!?"
"He was a hero — how is he a criminal now!?"
"One man fought tens of thousands — is he a god!?"
"Two Gorosei dead! This is unprecedented!"
The newspapers laid out the battle in detail. Every word was worth gold.
The people were confused, angry, shocked.
Good's record had shone with hope for the world — now the same man was branded an enemy. Many refused to accept it.
Others didn't care about the politics — they only trembled at the fact that one man had defeated the full might of the World Government.
Good had slain Whitebeard Jr, killed two Gorosei, and stood undefeated.
At that moment, it seemed no force in the world could rival him.
And then, another piece of news broke — one that ignited even greater fury...
(End of Chapter)
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