One Piece: My Monster Girls Have Become Beasts?

Chapter 169 Headquarters Secret Talk, The Tragic Warring States Period

Chapter 169 Headquarters Secret Talk, The Tragic Warring States Period

Garp silently watched the horrific scene before him, and seeing the despair in Roger's eyes, he knew that the Roger Pirates were basically finished.

He never imagined that the battle would end so tragically; it was too cruel.

Brian's cruelty and decisiveness left an extremely bloody mark on him.

He increasingly understood why Sengoku had been so fixated on the pirate Brian during his time at headquarters, to the point that it was affecting his sleep.

It turns out that pirates like Brian have gradually become Sengoku's "nightmare".

If it weren't for his own strength and unwavering will, Brian might have also had some impact on his state of mind at this moment.

At least for Roger, Brian will become his greatest nightmare in the future, perhaps even surpassing Sengoku.

Garp seemed to have foreseen everything.

After a long time, Garp finally left Skypiea with Roger, who had calmed down but was actually stagnant, and Rayleigh and Jabba, who had barely survived but were crippled.

They need intensive treatment, otherwise their lives will be in danger.

After two ultimate battles, Shin'o of Sky Island vanished completely above the sub-clouds, leaving only endless wreckage falling downwards.

Originally, this era, after Rocks, was supposed to be Roger's era.

But at this moment, Roger, along with his severely wounded companions and the pride and freedom that Brian had ruthlessly trampled upon, finally brought the bloody curtain to a close.

The aftermath of this battle will become the prelude to future turmoil on the high seas, and the young man who escaped with the monster girl will become the most shadowy and terrifying threat to the new world.

Brian, this person, this name, will become the biggest shadow in Roger's life from now on, without exception.

The smoke of the Sky Island battle had not yet dissipated, but the atmosphere at Marineford, the Marine Headquarters, was more somber than ever before.

This is the fourth day of the Sky Island battle.

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Yesterday, the renowned and powerful Vice Admiral Garp returned here in an unprecedentedly disheveled state, causing a major shock at Navy Headquarters.

The higher-ups were all shocked by Garp's tragic state. His entire body was wrapped in bandages, and although he could still move freely, his aura had clearly dropped by more than one level, which shocked Sengoku and others who knew him well.

Especially after witnessing Garp withstand the combined attack of eight monster girls, his Justice Cloak turned to ashes, and the scorch marks on his face and arms were clearly visible, the photo of him paying a huge price almost made my jaw drop.

However, more than the scars on Garp's body, the higher-ups at headquarters were more concerned about the big news Garp brought back.

The Air Marshal's office, a space that should have been calm and dignified, was now shrouded in a sense of oppression.

"Sengoku, listen to me, it's all over." Garp's voice was low and weary.

He stood before the Marshal's desk, facing Sengoku, whose face was ashen, and the silent "Chief Advisor" Tsuru and "Black Arm" Zephyr.

Sengoku didn't look at him; he was just staring at the brief report on the Sky Island campaign in front of him. His once wise and dignified eyes were now bloodshot and filled with a near-mad obsession.

"The end?" Sengoku's voice was hoarse and trembling, like a rusty gear turning with difficulty.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with anger and exhaustion, as if he hadn't slept for a week. In fact, he hadn't had a proper night's sleep for more than a week.

"Garp, tell me, what do you mean by 'end'? That monster Brian, is he dead? Was he captured and imprisoned in the underwater prison, never to rise again?" Sengoku's tone was somewhat hysterical.

"He didn't. He left safely, but he was seriously injured—" Garp said heavily, slowly shaking his head.

bang~

"Well, it's not over yet!" Sengoku suddenly swept the report off the table, scattering papers and ink all over the floor with a jarring sound. He was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.

"He's not dead! He escaped! He took his monster girl with him, and his mockery of justice for the entire world, and he escaped!"

Sengoku gripped his hair tightly with both hands, his pain and anger nearly causing him to lose his composure.

"You know what, Garp—for the past six months, I haven't had a single good night's sleep! Not a single day!"

He suddenly raised his head, his wrinkled face now filled with a deathly pale despair.

"When I closed my eyes, I didn't see Roger, I didn't see Rocks, but that eerie, purplish-black magic. It was that brat standing in front of me, looking down on me with those eyes that seemed to look down on all living beings. He told me that justice is just a piece of paper that can be torn up at any time!"

Thinking about the torment of the past six months, Zhan Guo felt like he was about to break apart; it was too hard and too difficult to endure.

Zephyr stepped forward, reaching out his hand to try and soothe him: "Sengoku, calm down, you're too tired. Brian has caused you serious mental trauma, you need to rest."

"Rest?" Sengoku suddenly broke free from Zefa's grasp, his voice sharp as a broken steel blade.

"How can I rest? Zephyr! You don't understand! He's like a cancerous tumor, implanted in my brain! I wake up every night in a cold sweat! I even dream of him standing in Marineford, commanding his monsters to trample everything here!"

He pointed to his temple, his expression one of extreme pain: "I still clearly remember the feeling of helplessness I felt when Tengu and the others died in front of me. It's like a curse, haunting me every day!"

"I, Sengoku, have served in the Navy for so many years, yet I was utterly defeated and humiliated by a twenty-year-old pirate. This is my greatest disgrace, my greatest shame!"

Besides Sengoku and Garp, only Air Admiral, Tsuru, and Zephyr were present. Since they were all acquaintances, Sengoku completely exposed his scars, letting them see the huge wounds beneath them.

Lieutenant General Tsuru sighed, stepped forward, and picked up the scattered documents one by one, her eyes filled with worry.

"Sengoku, you can't go on like this. Your body and mind have reached their limits. You need to pull yourself together; the navy still needs you."

"Get back on my feet? How do I get back on my feet?"

"The Roger Pirates were almost completely wiped out. Although they were pirates and didn't deserve any pity from the Navy, it was that monster Brian who defeated them. Tsuru, tell me, how can I possibly pull myself together?"

Zhan Guo gave a bitter laugh, a laugh that was more unpleasant than weeping, his whole being filled with a sorrow that bordered on despair.