Chapter 141

On the boundless sea...

The Mythical Sky continued to sail on its set course.

On board, Kairos Flint had just ended a call.

A moment earlier, he'd finished speaking with Jinbe.

The reason?

Jinbe himself had called with good news.

Naturally, it was about Kairos Flint's recent victory—a battle so monumental that the entire sea could no longer ignore his presence.

Fishman Island—already under Kairos Flint's protection—was making headlines again.

He had destroyed a Buster Call…

Killed Celestial Dragons...

And despite the World Government's relentless targeting and the Navy's heavy encirclement, he didn't back down—instead, he boldly attacked the Navy's G-1 and G-2 branches. Even more stunning was that G-2 was defended by the Navy's top combat forces.

And the outcome?

A glance suggested the Navy was in full glory.

But the reality?

A clean sweep.

Score: 0–20.

This battle not only devastated the Navy's reputation but also forced the World Government to bow its head, admit its errors, and offer compensation—a humiliation unlike any before.

Yet for Kairos Flint, the benefits were enormous.

Most of all, his reputation skyrocketed.

Before the government's surrender, all the newspapers on the sea had already begun hailing him as the Fifth Emperor of the New World.

But once the World Government officially rescinded all bounties on him and his crew—restoring his identity as a bounty hunter—the narrative shifted.

Morgans, ever the sensationalist, made the first move.

His World Economic News rebranded Kairos Flint as...

"The King of Bounty."

And as expected, other news outlets followed suit, scrambling to ride the wave of popularity.

So the title changed—from Godslayer to Bounty King.

Some papers even speculated:

"Now that he's the King of Bounty, the Four Emperors themselves will soon be on his hit list!"

They called him the new Garp—just as fierce, just as legendary.

How could the world ignore someone like him?

Especially with the layers of mystique and awe wrapped around his name.

Among civilians, who mostly despise pirates for being nothing more than marauding scum, Kairos was a revelation.

He wasn't a pirate.

He hunted them.

He was their symbol of justice and vengeance.

Many openly said:

"If I had the strength, I'd tear off a pirate's fifth limb myself!"

But Kairos was different. He had the strength. And he used it.

A bounty hunter, someone who righteously hunted criminals—and earned handsomely doing it.

To many, Kairos Flint was no longer just a name.

He was an idol, a dream.

People from every corner of the seas began idolizing him, planning to become bounty hunters themselves.

Even the idea spread like wildfire across the seas.

Bounty King Kairos Flint!

He was the freest, wealthiest, and most feared man on the seas.

Stronger than even Vice Admiral Garp, the man who once captured the Pirate King himself.

So... who could possibly defeat him now?

Of course, the strong scoffed at this overly simple logic.

But the strong are few.

Most of the world is made up of average men and women, people who believe what they read and crave what they can understand.

And they believed in Kairos Flint.

Once upon a time, Roger had lit the flame that ushered in the Great Pirate Era.

Now, unknowingly, Kairos Flint had lit a new one—

"The Bounty Hunter Era!!!"

Those who possessed strength—or even just courage—started dreaming of following his path.

They didn't know where One Piece was.

But they knew they could earn big bounty money like Kairos Flint.

Compared to Roger's mythic treasure, money—cold, real, tangible—is a much more attractive lure.

You don't need to find a legendary island.

You just need to slay a pirate.

And get rich.

It was this shift that caused Kairos Flint's name to rise unstoppably across the sea.

To the point where no one dared cross him, or step into his territory.

The Kingdom of Alabasta publicly declared Kairos Flint to be the husband of their Princess Vivi.

The Kingdom of Dressrosa issued a formal statement: their princess was now part of Kairos Flint's bounty hunter crew.

Fishman Island, as always, had proudly stated long ago that it stood behind Kairos Flint—from Godslayer to Bounty King.

These alliances weren't whispers.

They were declarations.

Warnings.

That this was Kairos Flint's territory.

No one in their right mind would dare challenge it.

After all, when he got angry last time…

The Celestial Dragons died.

Who, then, would be arrogant enough?

A trafficker?

A pirate?

A robber?

A noble from one of the world's kingdoms?

Even a Celestial Dragon?

They'd have to be fools.

Because Kairos Flint was the kind of man who'd shoot first and not bother asking questions later.

And if someone like him could kill a Celestial Dragon without hesitation…

Why would anyone believe they were too important to be next?

No one thought they had more privilege than a Celestial Dragon.

And so, Kairos Flint's reputation thundered across the sea like a storm.

On Fishman Island, mermaid and fish-man trafficking—once an ugly secret—was now all but wiped out.

No one dared.

Because now, this was Kairos Flint's world.