One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 358: Betrayal by Desire!

Future Island, Abandoned Corridor in Area C.

A dead silence.

One of Vegapunk's incarnations, "Desire" York.

He was holding a black Den Den Mushi in his hand.

Highest level of encryption to prevent eavesdropping.

Only the top echelons of the world government are qualified to use it.

York's features scrunched up, contorted with excitement.

The innocent cuteness was gone from her big eyes.

All that remains are countless desires.

She dialed the number.

"Poruporuporu..."

After a few sounds.

pass.

An old, cold voice came from the Den Den Mushi.

"York, how is it?"

Opposite them was one of the Five Elders, Saint Satan.

"Lord Satan, everything is going according to plan."

She glanced back at the end of the corridor, where the faint sound of an explosion could be heard.

"The Straw Hat crew is fighting with CP0, it's very chaotic."

"The original body, that old senile fool, is being pushed by Shakyamuni to the core control room."

York paused, then a malicious smile spread across his face.

"They want to launch the 'Border Dome'."

"Once activated, a laser shield at 100% power will cover the entire island."

"At that time, even your large fleet will have a hard time invading."

There was complete silence on the other end of the phone.

Two seconds later, Satan Saint's emotionless voice rang out.

"well done."

"Stop him."

"Or, stall for time."

"At this distance, as long as the shields aren't closed, we have a million ways to crush them."

York's eyes lit up when he heard the praise.

She twirled her hair with her fingers, her voice sickeningly sweet.

"Don't worry, Lord Satan."

"I have already tampered with it."

"I've already implanted a backdoor into the Punk Records' synchronization system."

"They will find that the so-called absolute defense is just an unopenable iron coffin."

York's breathing became heavy as he said this.

Desire is burning.

"By the way, sir."

"Don't forget our deal."

"I want to live."

"I want to be the only Vegapunk."

"I'm going to Mary Geoise, I'm going to be a Celestial."

"I don't want to eat junk food on this island anymore, and I don't want to deal with that damn spit anymore."

A soft hum came from the other end of the phone.

Like an elephant hearing the chirping of ants.

"As long as you are loyal."

"The world government is never stingy with its rewards."

"beep."

The phone was disconnected.

York leaned against the cold wall, clutching the silent Den Den Mushi.

She was panting heavily.

His face was beaming with ecstasy.

That's a twisted kind of pleasure only betrayers experience.

"Goodbye, my true form."

Goodbye, everyone.

"In this world, one smart person is enough."

……

The sea off Future Island.

The dark, imposing fleet was like a steel cloud, pressing down heavily on the sea.

The waves crashed against the hull, producing a dull roar.

One hundred warships.

It possesses terrifying combat power capable of unleashing ten "Demon Slayer Orders".

Flagship ship, "God's Punishment".

The massive black hull is three times the size of a regular warship.

The bow of the ship.

Saint Satan stood in the sea breeze, leaning on his cane.

Her curly hair was flying wildly, but her eyes were fixed on the distant Future Island.

Like an ancient, ferocious beast eyeing its prey.

He put away the golden Den Den Mushi.

Turn your head to the side.

Look to the side.

A beach chair.

Marine Admiral Kizaru Borsalino was sitting with his legs crossed.

He held a nail clipper and was intently trimming his nails.

The murderous aura around him had nothing to do with him.

Borsalino.

Satan's voice was not loud.

But it can penetrate bone.

Kizaru stopped trimming his nails.

He slowly looked up and adjusted his brown sunglasses.

He tilted his head, with a signature lewd expression.

"Yes, Saint Satan."

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"I've only trimmed half of my nails."

Satan ignored him.

He raised his cane and pointed to the distant, mist-shrouded Future Island.

"The eggshell hasn't closed yet."

York successfully stalled them.

"But time is running out."

Satan Saint turned around, his gaze sweeping across Kizaru's face like a knife.

"At your speed."

"Rush in before the dome closes."

"Take control of the control room."

"Don't let that old bastard Vegapunk retreat into his shell."

Kizaru curled his lip.

His wrinkled face was etched with reluctance.

He pouted and dragged out his words.

"Oh dear~"

"This is a tough job."

"Lord Satan, as you know."

"That 'Straw Hat Boy' Luffy is in there."

"That's the monster that killed Kaido, now one of the Four Emperors."

"And that 'Fire Fist' Ace."

"The white-bearded old man's most beloved son."

Kizaru exaggeratedly hugged his shoulders, looking like he was trembling.

"It's Nika again, and it's Ace again."

"How scary!"

"I'm just a salaried worker, doing this kind of backbreaking work..."

Boom!

A muffled thud.

Satan Saint's cane slammed heavily onto the deck.

Special steel plate, instantly dented.

A terrifying black aura exploded from Satan Saint's body.

The surrounding naval soldiers instantly rolled their eyes back, foamed at the mouth, and collapsed to the ground.

That's not Conqueror's Haki.

It is something older and more evil.

Satan Saint's eyes were icy cold.

He stared at Kizaru, his voice commanding.

Don't play dumb with me.

Borsalino.

"You are an admiral, the world government's highest fighting force."

"Not a street thug."

"That's an order."

"Don't forget your position."

"And don't forget who gave you everything you have now."

The air freezes.

Kizaru's playful expression gradually faded.

His eyes flickered behind the sunglasses.

He paused for a second.

Stand up.

He patted the yellow striped suit.

The body began to turn transparent.

Golden particles of light scattered from his fingertips and hair.

Hi hi~

"Since it's an order, there's nothing we can do about it."

"Then I'll work a little overtime."

"After all, the year-end bonus hasn't been paid out yet."

The voice just fell.

Om-!

The piercing buzzing of bees echoed through the sky.

next second.

A blinding golden light shot into the sky from the deck of the warship.

The light was too fast.

It was so fast that it was almost out of sight.

The golden light instantly tore through the air, leaving a straight vacuum channel.

In the blink of an eye.

That beam of light traversed several nautical miles.

It soars straight up into the clouds above Future Island.

Like a golden sword, it's about to pierce a hole in the sky.

……

at the same time.

Future Island, Research and Development Layer.

Core control room.

The air was like solidified iron.

The alarm kept going off.

The red lights flashed wildly, turning everyone's faces bright red.

"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!"

Vegapunk collapsed in front of the control panel, sweat pouring down his face.

His fingers left afterimages as he typed.

Sweat was dripping down his neck, but he didn't care at all.

"Shakya! How's the energy connection?"

Vegapunk roared.

Beside him, the clone "Shakyamuni," wearing a futuristic helmet, calmly operated the instrument panel.

"Energy preheating complete."

"The power plant's power output source has been cut off."

"The backup fusion reactor has been successfully connected to the network."

"It's ready to start, main body!"

Although Shakyamuni's voice was calm, his speaking speed was twice as fast.

They all heard the roar outside.

That's Luffy fighting.

It is also a countdown to death.

"good!"

Vegapunk gritted his teeth.

He stretched out his hands to hold the pole.

"Just pull this down and the laser dome will close."

"That's an absolute defense that even a general couldn't easily break through!"

"Everyone's safety depends on this!"

He exerted force with his arm.

"Boundary Dome, activate!!!"

Click!

The lever was pulled all the way down.

Everyone held their breath.

Robin, Franky, Usopp, and Nami.

They were all staring intently at the main screen.

Waiting for that protective shield to rise.

however.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Dead silence.

The control room was deathly silent.

Sudden.

drop!drop!drop!drop!

A more urgent and piercing alarm sounded.

Several lines of code appeared on the home screen!

【ERROR】

【SYSTEM LOCKED】

【ACCESS DENIED】

The startup process has clearly failed, indicating an error.

"Wh...what?!"

Vegapunk's eyes widened.

"What's going on?!"

"The system is locked and cannot be started!"

"That's impossible!"

"This is the password recorded in the Punk Records!"

"Why isn't it responding?!"

"Move! Move!"

Vegapunk was as anxious as a helpless child.

No matter how hard he tried!

sizzle...

The red pop-up window on the screen was still flashing.

Shakyamuni stopped what he was doing.

He looked through his helmet at the complex lock code on the screen.

It was not an external attack.

The problem lies with the highest-level internal commands.

Shakyamuni's body trembled.

A chill ran from the soles of my feet straight to my head.

He slowly turned around.

Looking at the panicked crowd.

The voice was colder than ever before.

"Don't try it on the real body."

"This is not a malfunction."

"This was man-made."

Shakyamuni raised his head and looked at the flashing red warning on the control room screen.

"Someone changed the data from within."

"Someone took advantage of our synchronization mechanism and changed the password for Congratulations in the Punk Records right under our noses."

"Only we could have done it in such a short time."

"Among us..."

"There's a traitor."