I, Broly, began by destroying the pirate world.

34. The existence of Saiyans shocked Im for 8 years.

Watching the naval warship turn around and flee at full speed as if it wished it had legs, Torritoma asked Broly, "Lord Broly, should we give chase?"

Broly glanced at the departing ship and said indifferently, "Hmm... never mind."

He's gotten a bit tired of killing so many people in Mary Geoise the other day.

He's more interested in having some fun now.

"Let's go to the South China Sea first."

On the deck of the warship, Kizaru frequently looked back towards the direction of Water Seven.

Only when the island shrank to a blurry dot on the sea surface did he slump against the railing and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness..."

The monster thankfully didn't catch up.

He had been wondering why the Kuja Pirates would kidnap Tom out of the blue.

Looking back now, it must have been on Broly's orders.

That's not surprising. That's not surprising at all.

The following day, Marineford.

Kizaru had already returned to Marine Headquarters and was reporting to Kong the news of the Kuja Pirates' surrender to Broly in detail.

Before he could finish speaking, a dark mass of newspaper birds swept across the sky above Marineford, and bundles of newspapers rained down like a storm, slamming onto the ground with a crackling sound.

This unusual sight left the stationed naval personnel looking at each other in bewilderment.

Lieutenant General Tsuru caught a falling newspaper, his brow furrowed. "Has the World Government recently notified the World Economic News Agency to publish any major news?"

This large-scale, free newspaper distribution is a tactic used by world governments to spend heavily on promoting specific content, and they always inform the navy in advance.

But this time, it happened without any warning.

The naval soldiers weighed the heavy newspapers in their hands, finding them surprisingly substantial, equivalent to three days' worth of regular newspapers.

As everyone eagerly opened the newspapers, the headline on the front page instantly plunged the entire Marineford into a deathly silence.

Even seasoned high-ranking naval officers like Garp, Tsuru, and Akainu were stunned, their newspapers trembling in their hands.

First page headline: Broly's identity revealed! The universe's strongest warrior race has arrived!

Second page headline: A first in eight hundred years! The world's strongest warrior burns down the holy land of Mary Geoise!

Third page headline: Shocking kidnapping! Two of the Five Elders and the leader of the Knights of God have been abducted!

Page 4 Headline: A Disgrace to the World's Nobles! Three Top Celestial Dragons Tortured by Hundreds of Former Slaves!

As for news that would have been sensational in the past, such as "The Kuja Pirates surrender to Broly" and "King Harald of Elbaf was killed by Broly in one blow," they were now relegated to the fifth, sixth, and seventh pages, becoming insignificant supporting stories.

A single newspaper can stir up a storm.

The entire pirate world was plunged into an unprecedented upheaval.

Ghost Island.

Kaido's gaze was fixed on the newspaper, the gourd of liquor dangling from his lips, the cold liquor soaking his clothes, but he was completely unaware.

Beside her feet, a small, white-haired doll, no bigger than a palm, held a crumpled newspaper, its short legs dangling incessantly, its round eyes wide open like copper bells.

She swallowed hard, tilted her head back, and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Dad, this report isn't just some made-up novel by that Morgans guy, is it?"

Kaido's Adam's apple bobbed violently, his face filled with incredulous astonishment.

Kidnapping a Celestial Dragon? If he doesn't care about the consequences of turning against the World Government, he's capable of anything.

But what kind of bullshit is this, with the newspapers saying "a fighting race from outer space" and "slaughtering planets and reselling them"?

But then, the live broadcast of Roger's execution a month ago suddenly flashed clearly in my mind.

The "meteorite" that fell out of nowhere was not a stone from outer space at all.

The shockwave generated when the metal casing fell did not look like a natural phenomenon at all.

If that was a spaceship...

Kaido gasped, his back instantly covered in cold sweat.

Could it be that the kid named Broly is really an alien race from the other side of the universe?

At the same time, in Mary Geoise, among the flowers.

Im trembled uncontrollably, his fingers gripping the newspaper so tightly that his knuckles turned white, almost crushing the paper.

She had speculated countless times about Broly's identity—perhaps a descendant of some reclusive clan, or perhaps the product of some forbidden experiment. But she never imagined that he was an invader from beyond the planet.

What horrified her even more was the newspaper's description of the Saiyans—that this race's true purpose was to slaughter all life on an entire planet and then sell the planet as a commodity.

Having ruled this planet for eight hundred years, Im had long considered herself the sole ruler of the world. But now, she felt like a frog in a well, with a limited perspective. Her so-called power and authority seemed ridiculously insignificant before the vastness of the universe.

Of course, all of this is based on the premise that Broly is telling the truth.

"Lord Im."

The servant in the military palace bowed and asked for instructions, but swallowed his words back. However, the murderous intent surging in his eyes was obvious.

Morgans, that audacious bastard, dared to expose the scandal of the World Government to the whole world; he's practically asking for death!

If we can't afford to mess with Broly, are we sure we can't mess with a mere newspaper owner like him?

Killing him will serve as a warning to others, letting everyone know that the world government ultimately has the final say!

Im closed his eyes, feeling a throbbing pain in his temples and a splitting headache.

She glanced at the fourth page of the newspaper, where the miserable state of the three Celestial Dragons, Grin, Gumaz, and Satan, was vividly depicted—covered in blood, wretched and in a sorry state, they bore no resemblance to their former "godhood".

Without a doubt, the disgraceful behavior of these three idiots will surely cause the Celestial Dragons to lose face in front of the whole world, and completely collapse their "god-like" image.

What will those lowly commoners think? Oh, so the arrogant Celestial Dragons are nothing but such pathetic trash!

Im gritted his teeth, his chest burning with rage. He had to find a way to restore the government's authority!

If she knew about Broly's wicked plan to turn Celestial Dragons into women, I wonder what kind of horrified expression she would have.

Just as the whole world was engulfed in a frenzy of discussion over this newspaper, at the docks of Water Seven, Tesoro and his hundreds of former slaves, along with members of the Kuja Pirates led by Toritoma, were all holding the newspaper, their eyes filled with disbelief.

They would steal glances at Broly every now and then, the shock in their eyes lingering.

Extraterrestrials? Is this for real or fake?

"Lord Broly..."

Torituma's heart pounded wildly. She mustered her courage and took a step forward, her voice trembling, "You...you really won't destroy our planet?"

Broly, who had just finished his morning exercise, leaped out of the sea, sending up a spray of water.

Tesoro quickly handed him a soft, high-quality towel. Broly took it and casually wiped the water off his body, his tone somewhat speechless: "Why would I destroy this planet? Didn't the newspapers say so? I was sent here by accident, not with any orders to destroy the planet."

Upon hearing this, the women of the Kuja Pirates all breathed a sigh of relief, their tense shoulders instantly relaxing.

Before they could even calm down, Broly added leisurely, "But... destroying the world sounds rather interesting."

"!!!"

The nerves that Toritoma and the others had just relaxed tensed up instantly, and their hearts jumped into their throats again.

Grandma's eyes widened, and her voice trembled: "You...you just said you wouldn't destroy this place?"

Broly, looking completely nonchalant, paused in his hair-drying motion: "I only said I wouldn't destroy this planet, not that I wouldn't destroy the world."

Not only the Kuja Pirates, but even Tesoro and Tiger were stunned, exchanging bewildered glances.

Is there a difference between the two?

Broly put down the towel, shook the water droplets off his tail, and said casually, "Destroying a planet means physically turning it into dust in space, while destroying a world..."

A smug smile played on his lips as he said, "It's about destroying the world's existing order, rules, and those high and mighty rulers."

One sentence plunged the crew on both ships into a deathly silence once again.

The Kuja Pirates were terrified, while the former slaves' eyes shone brightly, burning with intense passion.

After a long while, little Hancock timidly broke the silence.

She tilted her little face up, her eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and fear: "To...to turn our planet into dust, is that really possible?"

Broly looked down at her, his smile widening. "Want to see it for yourself?"

Little Hancock blinked, about to nod and say "yes" on instinct, but Torituma quickly covered her mouth.

The old woman's smile was more like a grimace, and she waved her hands repeatedly, saying, "No, no need for you to trouble yourself, sir! We'd rather not look!"

If anyone else said something like that, they wouldn't believe a word of it.

But coming from Broly's mouth, they had no choice but to believe it.

He truly does what he says!