I, Broly, began by destroying the pirate world.

5. A few that resemble a person

Two minutes later, Shanks, carrying Roger and Bucky's bodies, finally escaped the plaza and staggered into the street. But only three words remained in his mind—why?

He couldn't understand why the devil, who could kill Bucky without hesitation, would spare him.

"Foolish Shanks..."

A childish voice suddenly rang out, like a death knell from hell, clearly penetrating the ears of everyone who hadn't yet escaped far. Shanks abruptly stopped, his face filled with horror.

That devil... knows me?

Broly's voice, tinged with nonchalant mockery, drifted over: "If you want to kill me, hate me, resent me. Then live an ugly life, constantly running away, barely surviving. Come find me when you have the same power as me—no, the power to touch me."

These words were like red-hot nails, driven deep into Shanks' mind, destined to become a nightmare he could never shake off for the rest of his life.

Right now, Shanks had neither the mind nor the time to delve into the matter; he had only one thought—to escape with the bodies of his captain and best friend and survive.

He carried the two heavy bodies and fled desperately towards the dock.

Just as Broly had said, at this moment, he could only rely on his sole obsession with "survival" to keep running away.

On the other side of the plaza, the future Shichibukai had long lost interest in watching the spectacle.

Even the red-nosed one died tragically on the spot. No one dared to gamble that the monster might get carried away with killing and wipe out those hiding in the shadows as well.

Borsalino was the same; the second Broly withdrew his power, he turned into a golden light and made a hasty escape, not even bothering to take the young Smoker with him.

In just a few minutes, the huge Loguetown square was left with only Broly and Smoker.

Young Smoker stared blankly at the empty square, standing there in a panic: should he run away too?

"Gurgle!"

Broly's stomach suddenly roared in protest.

Just as Smoker was about to turn and run away, he heard the sound and turned back. He saw Broly frowning, his little hand touching his round belly. Smoker, who knows where he got the courage, actually spoke up: "Um... are you hungry? How about... coming to my house to get something to eat?"

Broly raised an eyebrow and glanced at the other man with interest.

An hour later, at Smoker's home.

Looking at the mountain of empty plates on the dining table, Smoker's worldview completely collapsed.

He stared at Broly’s almost flat belly, his mind racing: Where did all that food go?

"Clang!"

Broly put his spoon down on the empty plate and looked up at Smoker.

Smoker immediately understood what he meant, scratching his head awkwardly, "We're out of ingredients... I was stocking up on enough for a week, but there's probably no one at the market now, so I can't buy any new ones."

Broly licked his lips, his tone nonchalant, "It's fine, being half full is enough."

Smoker was speechless again.

Does that mean the stronger a person is, the more outrageous their appetite?

At this moment, Broly suddenly rested his chin on his hand and looked him over with great interest: "You've got some nerve, daring to stop me in that situation."

Smoker paused, scratching his head somewhat embarrassedly: "I... I didn't think that much at the time. I just thought that if you used that move, those fleeing soldiers would definitely not survive, and so many families on the island would be torn apart... and then I acted impulsively and rushed forward first."

As he said this, the boy's face was full of awkward embarrassment.

This appearance would never have appeared on him twenty years later, when he had become a vice admiral in the navy.

"Hmm, quite righteous, that's rare."

Broly gave him a thumbs up, the mockery in his eyes fading slightly, but still carrying a hint of amusement.

It was this pure and undisguised sense of justice that made him choose to stop just now.

After all, in this messed-up world where beasts and scum are everywhere, people like this are extremely rare.

Smoker was taken aback again: Was this... a compliment?

Broly suddenly changed the subject, as if he had remembered something amusing, "Oh right, as payment for this meal, I'll give you a heads-up—if you ever eat a Devil Fruit in the future, prioritize Mythical Zoan-type. If you get a Logia-type, choose something with high power like thunder or magma."

He knew all too well that the reason Smoker would appear less and less in the future was largely because the power of the Smoke-Smoke Fruit was too weak and couldn't keep up with the times.

Of course, there was another reason that he found even more interesting—he had to make way for that "deserter king".

After all, the more Smoker upholds justice, the more he makes Oda's favorite son, the deserter king, seem like a joke, which is hilarious to think about.

Smoker was completely dumbfounded: the topic had jumped way too fast! He had only been practicing martial arts for a short time, and hadn't even thought about whether to use fists and feet or swords, let alone Devil Fruits.

Before he could react, Broly had already jumped off the chair and was about to leave.

"Are you leaving?" Smoker asked quickly.

Broly didn't turn around, his voice carrying a casual chuckle: "You're a pretty upright kid, you'll probably be a Marine someday. If people see you hanging out with me, wouldn't that hinder your progress?"

Smoker stared at Broly's small figure and felt that this guy, who was four or five years younger than him but kept calling him "kid," was truly unfathomable.

Based solely on their brief time together, Broly doesn't seem to be inherently evil.

Yet he could kill that red-nosed guy who seemed to have done nothing wrong without hesitation. Smoker was completely baffled, unaware of Broly's true reason for killing Bucky—

The thought that Red Nose had committed countless atrocities in his early years, yet managed to rise step by step to become one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, and even approach the throne of one of the Four Emperors, and perhaps even become the Pirate King, made Broly think that the plot was ridiculously "interesting".

When I was a kid, I just found the red-nosed guy's luck in the comics funny.

But looking back after being a corporate slave in my past life, I just feel disgusted.

Many people abide by the law their whole lives, so why should those scumbags and prodigals who turn over a new leaf be able to sit on equal footing with them, or even live better lives?

Ugh, disgusting.

As for telling Shanks it was "fun," it was because he was too lazy to talk nonsense and genuinely thought it was "fun."

This guy has a special identity; he's a Celestial Dragon, a future Yonko, and has entanglements with the World Government. Keeping him around is like keeping a firework that can explode at any time; life will definitely not be boring from now on.

……

Marine Headquarters, Marineford.

The Marshal's office was in complete chaos. They were watching everything that was happening in Loguetown through the video Den Den Mushi.

When they heard Roger's shocking last words, the naval high command wanted to slap themselves: Damn it, no wonder Roger surrendered himself, he was waiting for them here!

The inherently evil pirate, Old Ghost!

But what alarmed them even more was the appearance of Broly.

This reminded them of Charlotte Linlin, who was only 6 years old when a bounty of 5000 million Berries was placed on her head.

But this brat in front of me is a hundred times more terrifying than Charlotte Linlin.

Judging by his age of no more than 3 years, he killed Admiral Sengoku with a single move. The destructive power of his "Omega" move far surpasses that of any of the Four Emperors of the sea, and even the former King of the Sea, Rocks, is probably hard to match.

What sent chills down their spines even further was that the brat's every move showed no anger or hatred, only a nonchalant air of amusement.

It's as if killing Sengoku, blowing up the square, and killing Bucky were just amusement for him to pass the time.

The current Fleet Admiral, Steelbone Kong, immediately ordered an emergency meeting, summoning all officers of the rank of Rear Admiral and above to the highest conference room.

A more violent new era is about to begin.