I, Broly, began by destroying the pirate world.

11 You think I won't come just because you tell me to? I'm coming anyway!

A few hours later, before the morning mist in the East China Sea had completely dissipated, Broly, covered in seawater, jumped back onto the deck of the warship with a "thud".

Doberman was completely numb, yet he could still push the warship forward at sea at a speed comparable to that of a vice admiral running on land.

The journey from Loguetown to Marineford, which would normally take half a month to twenty days, will probably only take him four or five days to reach headquarters.

Before he and Steelbone Kong could even get started, their stalling tactics were about to be shattered.

However, Doberman did not come away empty-handed.

Broly pushed the ship for two days, but he felt that this amount of training was not enough. So he tore off the anchor, tied it to himself, and plunged into the sea to tow the warship.

Doberman was now convinced: this kid is definitely not a superhuman.

After all, who has the ability to stay in the sea and still do things like they've been given a cheat code?

"Marshal! This is a monumental discovery!"

After feeling frustrated for several days, Doberman took advantage of Broly's nap while hugging his pillow and snoring at night to quickly pull out his Den Den Mushi to report, his tone as excited as if he had found 100,000 Berries.

The Den Den Mushi mimicked Kong's furrowed brows, remained silent for a few seconds, then suddenly launched into a tirade: "You idiot! What's so funny? It just means that seawater and seastone are completely useless against him!"

Steelbone, far away in Marineford, slammed his hand on his desk, cracking the surface, and cursed Doberman's ancestors in his mind.

What kind of things are they raising?

Doberman's smile froze, and he was stunned for a moment before he finally reacted, swallowing hard. "Okay, that seems to be the case... So what do we do now, Marshal? At this rate, we should be at headquarters in three days at most. Have you discussed it with the Five Elders and come to a decision?"

Cyborg scratched his balding head, his teeth aching with anxiety: "The next place to pass by is Alabasta, right? You'd better waste a few more days there! I'll go urge the Five Elders again. Damn it, that brat Broly, he's a surprise every day! Isn't the nickname 'Demon Child' quite fitting? Why change it?!"

He even considered having Doberman hand him the Den Den Mushi and yell at Broly, "I'll change your nickname, so please don't come here," but he was afraid of provoking the brat's rebellious spirit.

You think I won't come just because you tell me not to? I'm coming anyway!

If things really escalate to that point, things will only get worse.

……

At nine o'clock the next morning, Broly finished his morning training, which was being conducted according to the Turtle Hermit School training method.

The warships have entered Alabasta's waters.

This is a superpower in the first half of the Grand Line. In terms of land area and population in the tens of millions, it ranks among the top in the Grand Line. However, in the eyes of powerful figures like the Admirals and the Four Emperors, the number of people is just a number.

Doberman steeled himself and walked to the bow of the ship, clearing his throat to draw everyone's attention: "We'll be staying in Alabasta for a few days to replenish supplies and carry out an important mission. Bastiyu, you lead your squad to guard the ship until we return."

After saying that, he turned to Broly hesitantly, even stammering his address: "Th-that... Demon... oh no, Broly, what do you think??"

If Broly is unwilling and insists on leaving, even all of them combined cannot stop him.

Fortunately, Broly was sprawled on a recliner flipping through a newspaper, his short legs dangling, waving his hand as if shooing away flies, "Do as you please."

Doberman breathed a sigh of relief; he could only wait it out for as long as possible.

After Doberman led the main force off the ship, the hundred or so sailors left on board dared not utter a sound. The deck was as quiet as a funeral, and everyone was afraid of making any noise that might offend that ancestor.

Seven-year-old Smoker huddled in a corner of the ship's railing, doing one-handed push-ups. His arm was shaking like a leaf, but he didn't stop.

Having witnessed Broly's monstrous training methods these past few days, he knew he might never catch up in his lifetime, but he still gritted his teeth and continued training.

On his way from Loguetown, he saw no fewer than ten pirate ships, and Broly wiped them all out.

But this kid's method of killing is really something else. He no longer just fires a cannon and kills the pirate quickly. Instead, he drags the warship around like a cat chasing a mouse, driving the pirate to a mental breakdown before slowly taking action. He only bites the mouse to death after he's tired of playing with the cat.

Smoker has no sympathy for pirates; what he fears is that one day this method might fall on the Navy, or even innocent people.

Even if the hope is slim, he has to become stronger.

Broly flipped through the newspaper. Today's headline was that Gecko Moria, known as the Hero of the West Blue, had formed a large pirate crew and begun his march toward the Grand Line, repeatedly claiming that he was the one who would obtain One Piece and become the Pirate King.

"They didn't mention Roger at all," Broly muttered to himself.

According to the timeline, the Navy and the World Government should have taken action against Ohara's orphans by now. But that's not surprising; such a dirty matter wouldn't be reported in the newspapers.

The Turtle Hermit School's reading time is from 8 a.m. to 12 p.m., and the amount of newspaper content is not enough for him to read.

Broly looked up at Tina beside him and asked, "What time is it?"

"It's not even 9:30 yet."

After spending a few days together, although she was still afraid, Tina appeared much calmer than when they first met.

Broly clicked his tongue, crumpled the newspaper into a ball, and burned it to ashes. "Boring, let's go for a walk."

When they saw Broly get up and disembark, Bastieu and the other navy men turned pale, but none of them dared to utter a word to stop him.

Only after Broly's figure disappeared into the yellow sands of Alabasta did Bastiyu's hand tremble as he dialed the Den Den Mushi: "Lieutenant General! Broly has disembarked. What do we do now?"

"Let him be!" Doberman's voice carried a sense of resignation, a "what's the use" attitude. "Do we have any other choice?"

The Marines on the other end of the Den Den Mushi were completely silent. Tina couldn't help but interject, "But we can't just let him wander around aimlessly, can we? What if he goes crazy like he did in Loguetown?"

Smoker gave Tina a strange look.

He wasn't exactly insane back then, was he? The whole world was watching. It was the Warring States period that tried to capture him first, but in the end, things just got a bit too big.

Upon hearing Tina's voice on the other end of the phone, Doberman paused and then asked, "So what do you think we should do?"

He didn't expect this five-year-old girl to have any brilliant ideas, but he was really out of ideas and thought that maybe the child's brain circuits could come up with some insights.

"Let's sneak up on them!" Tina's eyes sparkled. Being recommended by her hometown to the naval academy, this little girl was indeed quite clever. She had already noticed that Tendo Berman and the others were always secretly observing Broly, trying to figure out the details of his power.

"Following him might uncover the secret of his abilities!"

Doberman was silent for a few seconds, then finally relented: "Okay, you go."

If adult soldiers were sent to follow them, they would definitely suffer a terrible fate if they were discovered.

If it were a child, he might have shown mercy.

However, when Doberman said this, he completely forgot that Broly was two years younger than Tina.