Chapter 38: Heaven's Judgement 

"Does Lord Asa desire wealth, women, or power? Boss Bege can offer it all—as long as you turn back now!"

Sweat dripped from the Den Den Mushi's forehead, mirroring Werther's stress on the other end. It was clear that he was under immense pressure.

"I want Capone Bege's head. Can you give me that?" Asa tapped his finger on the table, his voice laced with amusement.

"Hey, hey, hey! Looks like there's nothing to discuss, then. What a shame," Werther sneered, dropping his polite facade. "Oh, by the way, Boss Bege just so happens to have a bunch of former housekeepers and servants from the Hibberet family. I hear they're about to be turned into fertilizer for the back garden."

The phone bug stuck out its tongue, giggling wickedly.

This was Werther's usual tactic—using threats against people's loved ones. His success rate had always been high.

Unfortunately for him…

"Oh?" Asa raised an eyebrow. "The former housekeepers and servants of the Hibberet family? You mean a bunch of bought slaves? What does that have to do with me?"

His tone was utterly indifferent.

"Tell Capone Bege to start digging his own grave—no, better yet, don't even bother. I'll sink the whole island and bury him in the sea!"

With that, Asa motioned for Aurora to hang up the call.

Then, he simply waited for lunch to be served.

He felt nothing for the so-called housekeepers and servants of the Hibberet family. If they died, they died. It was none of his concern.

Besides, those "loyal" servants had fled the moment the Hibberet family fell. Traitors like them deserved nothing but death.

As for the foolish idea of abolishing slavery and achieving "equality"? Asa had never entertained such nonsense. The strong ruled over the weak—it was the law of the world.

If everyone were truly equal, what would be the point of growing stronger? What would drive ambition?

Only the Revolutionary Army believed in that kind of naïve, childish fantasy.

Weakness itself was a sin.

"Asa… thank you," Aurora murmured, her heart moved. She had feared that Asa would cave to Werther's threats—but instead, he had dismissed them without a second thought.

"Tell the crew to pick up the pace," Asa mumbled through bites of freshly grilled seafood.

Capone Bege's Base – Eastern West Blue

The mafia's headquarters was built on a medium-sized island, large enough to support a population of over a million.

Capone Bege had taken the island by force, driving out its native inhabitants and establishing his rule.

Today, tens of thousands of mafia soldiers were stationed there, awaiting Asa's arrival.

The island's atmosphere was tense—grim and foreboding.

Everywhere, men in black suits and hats patrolled the streets, their flintlock pistols holstered at their waists. Guards stood at attention every few steps, forming an impenetrable defense.

At the heart of the island stood a luxurious manor, surrounded by even tighter security.

Inside, Capone Bege sat in a high-backed chair, puffing on a cigar. Thick smoke curled around his face, masking his expression.

"Boss Bege, he refused," Werther reported, his snake-like tongue curling as he spoke. His forehead was visibly throbbing with frustration.

This was the first negotiation in his life that had utterly failed. He couldn't accept it.

"I figured as much," Capone Bege sighed, flicking ash from his cigar. A headache was setting in.

He hadn't risen to power by luck alone. He had taken control of the mafia at a young age through sheer cunning and strategy.

But today, all his tactics had failed—against a man he had never even met.

"A Logia Thunder Fruit user… Why couldn't I have found a Devil Fruit like that?" He scowled, unwilling yet powerless to change his fate.

He had once prided himself on his intellect and strategy.

But now, he realized that in the world of the sea, power was the ultimate rule. No amount of scheming could change that.

"Boss Bege, what should we do?" Werther asked anxiously. His usual laughter was nowhere to be heard.

Capone Bege stubbed out his cigar and came to a decision.

Without informing anyone, he led Werther through a hidden passage beneath the manor. It connected to an abandoned port—one only he knew about.

"Let them fight it out. Kill each other if they want."

And with that, Capone Bege vanished into the shadows.

Two Hours Later – Arrival at the Island

Asa's ship finally reached the shore.

When the helmsman reported their arrival, Asa stretched and got up lazily from his deck chair.

"Hah… That's a lot of security. Is Capone Bege that afraid of dying?" He smirked.

With a quick sweep of his Observation Haki, he sensed over 30,000 men scattered across the island.

"Asa…" Aurora was trembling slightly. The moment she had been waiting for—the death of the man who murdered her father—was near.

"The central island is the most heavily guarded," Asa noted. "He must be hiding in the manor."

Through his Observation Haki, he could hear the whispers of the mafia soldiers inside the castle. He instantly pinpointed Bege's location—though, strangely, the castle itself was silent.

No voices inside.

"Something's off… But no matter."

Asa turned to Aurora.

"Take the ship back at least a few dozen kilometers. The island's sinking is going to cause a lot of destruction—I don't want you getting caught in the aftermath."

"After this… You and I will be even. I'll be leaving immediately."

Without waiting for her response, his body turned into lightning, and he soared into the sky.

Aurora instinctively reached out, but her hand grasped only empty air.

She watched him go, powerless to stop him.

Above the Island

Asa hovered over the mafia stronghold, looking down at the land below.

The houses and buildings resembled matchboxes. The mafia soldiers looked like ants.

"A fitting way to announce my arrival—by sinking an entire island."

He smirked.

"Let's keep this simple."

Standing effortlessly in mid-air, he raised his hands.

"ZzzzZZZZZZZSSSHH!!"

The sky erupted.

Thunder roared. Lightning crackled violently.

The dark clouds above stretched for hundreds of miles, swirling with ominous energy.

"What's going on?! Why is it suddenly so dark?"

"Is it a storm?"

The mafia soldiers on the ground looked around in confusion.

"LOOK UP!"

One of them pointed at the sky—and gasped in horror.

High above, a massive sphere of pure lightning was forming in Asa's hands.

The energy compacted and compressed, growing larger and larger. The sky pulsed with electricity.

It was like a second sun, glowing an eerie blue-white.

"ZzzzzzZZZZZZT!"

"Now then…"

Asa's eyes burned with power.

"Heaven's Judgement!!!"

With a wicked grin, he hurled the massive lightning sphere downward.

A blinding flash consumed the island.

The air itself ignited. The ground shattered.

"BOOOOOOOOM!!!"

A cataclysmic explosion tore through the island, splitting the land apart. Earthquakes and tsunamis followed.

Everything—everything—was vaporized in an instant.

A deafening silence followed.

Then…

"Hahahahaha!!!"

Asa let out a wild, unrestrained laugh, gazing at the empty ocean below.

His masterpiece was complete.

(End of Chapter)

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