I, Broly, began by destroying the pirate world.

8. If you're going to be a thief, just be a thief. Why pretend to be a moral paragon?

Broly hadn't walked far from the restaurant when he stumbled upon something new to amuse him.

In front of an inconspicuous little house, a farce was raging.

The slender pregnant woman, with her noticeably protruding belly, gripped the man's arm tightly in front of her.

The man was dressed in shabby clothes, his cheeks were flushed, and he was carrying a bulging cloth bag in one hand and shaking a half-empty bottle of rum in the other.

"Don't go! Please don't go!"

The pregnant woman's cries were broken and fragmented: "I don't care if you drink, I really don't care! Don't become a pirate, what will happen to me and the baby if you leave?"

"Get out of my way!" the man snapped, swinging his arms impatiently, his breath reeking of alcohol in the pregnant woman's face. "I'm going to sea! I'm going to be the freest man in the world! Once I find One Piece, you and your daughter can enjoy your retirement!"

"Enjoying a life of leisure?"

The pregnant woman cried even harder, her voice filled with despair, "You can't even beat a thug at the tavern, and you used the last of your Beli to buy a ship! The sea is full of man-eating pirates and sea monsters, it's hard to say whether you'll even come back alive, and you're still talking about the One Piece..."

Broly scratched his chin, leaning against a street lamp, looking on with great interest.

He had seen many such scenes along the way.

Many hotheads, around the same age as Luffy, the chosen one of this world, are carrying their parents' or family's hard-earned money and ignoring all advice to go to sea in droves. They are just like those reckless teenagers who stole money from their families and raced cars late at night in my previous life. They all think they are very awesome, but they all end up dying.

"So annoying!"

The man, having been hit where it hurt, pushed hard.

The pregnant woman staggered backward, about to fall onto the rough stone pavement, when a small figure suddenly rushed out.

It's Smoker!

He steadied the woman and asked worriedly, "Are you alright?"

The pregnant woman had barely managed to mumble a "thank you" when she turned around and saw her husband staggering away, leaving only a blurry silhouette.

She collapsed to the ground, crying and reaching out, "Don't go... come back..."

"I'm going after him!"

Smoker gritted his teeth, about to lift his foot, when a dark green laser whizzed past his face, the sound of it cutting through the air sharp and piercing.

Before Smoker and the pregnant woman could recover from their shock, the laser beam pierced the man's forehead with pinpoint accuracy.

It was exactly the same way that Pakistani died yesterday, lying in the square.

The man fell straight to the ground, and Berry rolled out of the sack, clattering and rattling on the stone slab.

"Freedom, what a convenient excuse."

Broly scoffed, his eyes filled with disgust as if he were looking at trash.

From the restaurant to here, he has seen many fools who, in a moment of impulsiveness, shout "freedom" and set sail. These two words are the most he hears.

This reminded him of Luffy, the chosen one of the world, who loved to shout, "The Pirate King is the freest person on this sea."

These despicable people speak with great righteousness, but in the end, they just want to do whatever they want and commit all sorts of evil deeds.

Smoker finally snapped out of his shock, jerking his head toward the direction from which the laser had come, his voice trembling: "Demon Child...why did you do this?"

"what?"

Broly's brow furrowed instantly.

The image of an ugly brat from a movie I'd seen in a past life immediately popped into my mind: "What did you call me?"

I'm way more handsome than that kid, okay?

"I'm asking you why you killed him!" Smoker almost roared as he questioned him.

Broly glanced at him like he was an idiot. "He wants to be a pirate. You're a future Marine, you should be thanking me, right?"

Smoker was speechless for a moment.

If it were twenty years from now, he might be able to find some arguments to refute it, but now, at the age of seven, he simply can't come up with a single decent sentence.

The pregnant woman standing nearby was terrified and collapsed to the ground, forgetting even to cry. She just stared blankly at the corpse on the ground.

Smoker hesitated for a long time, but couldn't find a rebuttal to Broly's words. He could only point in the direction of the pregnant woman and ask, "Then... what about her? Without her husband, how will she and the baby in her belly survive?"

"What does this have to do with me?"

Broly gestured with his chin towards the cloth bag on the ground, "At least this money is still in their hands, rather than being stolen by that beast."

Smoker paused for a moment, then quickly ran over, picked up the bag, and handed it to the pregnant woman.

After taking it, the woman didn't even say thank you, and stumbled back into the house, slamming the door shut.

Smoker didn't pay attention, but his mind was still in turmoil.

That man was certainly a scoundrel, but he had never actually been a pirate before, and he was killed just like that... wasn't that going too far?

"Um, thank you."

Smoker finally thanked Broly, his face flushed. After all, Broly had at least offered a slightly better solution.

"You seem to have misunderstood something," Broly's voice suddenly rang out. "I didn't take action to help that woman; I just couldn't stand this kind of trash who uses 'freedom' as a moral high ground."

To be honest, in this messed-up world, Broly doesn't think being a pirate is anything special.

After all, the navy does not protect non-member states at all, not to mention that many naval personnel are not even present for duty.

But if you choose to be a pirate and then insist on erecting a whole bunch of moral high-minded facades, that's a bit disgusting.

Broly paused, then added, "And don't think she'll live much longer."

Smoker's expression changed drastically.

Does this devil even prey on pregnant women?

Seeing that Broly showed no intention of chasing after him, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. However, a wave of doubt surged in his heart, and just as he was about to ask, Broly spoke first: "By the way, what did you call me just now?"

Smoker paused, then asked, "Didn't you read today's newspaper?"

Seeing that Broly's brows furrowed even more, he pulled a yellowed newspaper clipping from his pocket—it was Broly's wanted poster.

"Only 50 billion?" Broly glanced at the number, his face full of dissatisfaction.

Based on what I did yesterday, it should be worth at least 100 billion pesos, right?

Smoker was completely dumbfounded, his expression exactly like a husky's meme.

Good heavens, 50 billion is still not enough?

"Don't you know the name? Why didn't you ask? What a terrible nickname you gave yourself."

Broly scoffed and casually tore the bounty poster to shreds.

He turned right, heading straight for the naval base in Loguetown.

Smoker was startled. After hesitating for two seconds, he gritted his teeth and followed.

The two privates at the base gate caught a glimpse of Broly and were so frightened that their legs went weak and they fell to the ground. They couldn't even shout "Stop!" and could only watch as he swaggered into the gate, their bodies trembling like leaves.

After passing through the gate and arriving at the training ground, a large number of naval personnel quickly discovered the uninvited guests.

Like the guards at the gate, everyone froze on the spot, cold sweat streaming down their foreheads. They didn't even have the courage to look Broly in the eye, let alone stop him.

Only one person gritted his teeth and pressed the alarm.

His naval number and name—Monka—were written on his badge.

"Beep beep beep—"

The piercing alarm sounded throughout the entire base.

Soon, the naval captain stationed in Loguetown arrived with a group of key personnel.

Even though he was the highest-ranking officer here, when facing Broly, he could only grip his sword tightly, his brain suffering from severe oxygen deprivation due to tension, and large beads of cold sweat splattered onto the ground.

"What...what do you want to do?" He bit his tongue hard, forcing himself to keep his voice steady, but all he felt was despair.

This devil is finally going to make a move against the navy. Today, the navy in Loguetown will probably all be buried here.

Broly said with a sour face, "Change the name on my bounty poster."