For Im, the ordinary Zoan-type Human-Human Fruit was not something of great importance; the abilities of this Devil Fruit had already been demonstrated through Sengoku's performance.
The Zoan-type Human-Human Fruit, Mythical Zoan, Great Buddha Form, allows the user to transform into a golden Buddha form, capable of releasing shockwaves from its palms. In addition, it grants the wisdom and spirit akin to that of the Buddha.
Thus, when an ordinary person consumes the Human-Human Fruit, aside from lacking the ability to transform, its primary effect is to enhance physical strength, intelligence, and spirit, turning them into a truly perfect superhuman.
To be honest, this Devil Fruit is more suited for academic or research-oriented individuals than for combat.
The key point is that it relates to Chopper's birth!
It's not that he wanted a cute pet, but according to the original timeline, Chopper would likely develop the so-called 'Panacea' that could cure all diseases.
Although it sounds unbelievable, this world does possess some miraculous black technology, and what Im valued was precisely this 'Panacea'! "But the question is, even if Chopper successfully consumes the Human-Human Fruit, would he still be able to develop the 'Panacea' without the subsequent experiences? Would he even think to develop the 'Panacea'?"
"Now the entire Drum Kingdom has undergone significant changes due to my interference; even if Chopper appears, is he still really Chopper?"
For a moment, Im fell into deep thought.
He had to admit a fact: his presence would undoubtedly lead to many people's fates being altered. What he could do was guide certain important figures to have a better environment for growth.
Im's gaze returned to the Munch-Munch Fruit. Logically, based on the abilities of this Devil Fruit, the most suitable first candidate should be Dr. Vegapunk.
With it, along with some of his guidance, perhaps the Pacifistas and Artificial Devil Fruits could appear ahead of schedule.
But the current issue was Vegapunk's attitude toward the World Government, which was still unclear. It was the same question he had thought of before: why would he conceal the successful replication of a perfect Artificial Devil Fruit?
"Let's wait and see."
Im thought for a moment, placed the Munch-Munch Fruit back into the silver box, then closed the lid and set it aside. He then picked up the letter that Dragon had sent to the Five Elders.
Two minutes later, after reading its contents, it was indeed as expected. Perhaps because it was his first time writing a letter, Dragon's wording was somewhat cautious, but it was clear that he lacked depth; as he wrote, he couldn't help but point out the mistakes of the World Government, and his dissatisfaction was evident.
The main grievances focused on slavery.
"Well, this is good; expressing emotions through writing is better than keeping them bottled up," Im smiled.
"But they should be starting to act now; I imagine this kid is quite shocked right now~"
However, he needed to consider what to do with Dragon: should he keep him in the Navy or transfer him somewhere else? Marine Headquarters, Marineford.
Five warships, resembling sea beasts, formed a triangular formation as they slowly sailed out of the massive iron gates. The rolling waves created three long white trails behind them.
On the deck, Monkey D. Dragon stared blankly at the Justice Gate that had closed behind him.
Even now, he found it hard to believe the mission he had received. As for the silent figures in white beside him, he had grown accustomed to their presence over the past few days.
Dragon glanced down at the mission report in his hand once more.
Mission location: Thutmose Island in the South Sea. The report described it as a medium-sized island, primarily characterized by deserts and hills. Although it experienced four seasons, rainfall was scarce.
Mission target: Taklama, the king of the Thutmose Kingdom, one of the member states under the World Government, but without a seat at the World Conference, making him a king with low visibility and few subjects.
However, through extensive investigation by CP2, the peculiarities of this country had been discovered years ago.
Despite appearing to be a poor, small nation, it consistently paid its Celestial Tribute in full every year without a single incident for decades.
Moreover, during the day, there were hardly any ships coming and going, but at night, it became quite lively, with nearly a hundred vessels of various sizes entering and leaving, spread across a dozen ports on the island, hence the term 'quite lively.'
Recently, CP2 finally made a significant discovery regarding the second identity of the king of the Thutmose Kingdom.
The Slave King of the Dark World!
The entire Thutmose Kingdom served as the largest slave supply station in the world and was the biggest kidnapping syndicate, with thousands of Slave Hunters operating in various seas, engaging in abduction, kidnapping, and fraud, even conducting thorough sweeps of sparsely populated villages. There were also about thirty thousand members of the Slave Guard Legion on the island.
It was said that CP2 had sacrificed several members to uncover the main facilities and personnel of the Thutmose Kingdom, which were actually located within the island, containing hundreds of large cells for imprisoning slaves, with an estimated total of hundreds of thousands of captured slaves.
One could say that this kingdom had no concept of citizens, and even the idea of a king was quite vague, as they operated under a very professional corporate system.
Taklama preferred to have his subordinates refer to him as BOSS rather than king.
Thus, it was more accurate to describe them as employees rather than citizens.
The mission objective was to capture King Taklama, and if any other criminals resisted, they were permitted to be killed on the spot, with the aim of rescuing all the slaves.
The report also stated that the rescued slaves would be organized by the administrative department to mobilize ships, food, doctors, and other resources from nearby kingdoms to ultimately return them to their homeland.
In Dragon's view, the World Government's plan was already sufficiently well-structured; he just needed to lead the fleet to win this battle!
But the more he thought about it, the more confused and perplexed he became.
Was this really the World Government?
The one he viewed as rotten beyond redemption, devoid of any compassion?
This was too righteous! But regardless, it was indeed a great thing, and Dragon genuinely wanted to put in the effort for the sake of those hundreds of thousands of suffering slaves.
It was worth mentioning that this was his first time leading a fleet on a large military mission.
At Mary Geoise, in the Hall of Power, the Five Elders gathered together.
"The fleet led by Dragon has already set sail," the youngest, Shepherd Ju Peter Saint, said with a smile.
Topman Warcury Saint, sitting in the center, rubbed his bald head and looked at him sternly, saying, "This time, only sending Dragon as a Rear Admiral seems unwise. According to intelligence, King Taklama is not weak, and he has over thirty thousand troops."
As for the two CP0 agents accompanying him, they couldn't be counted as combat power, as their task was merely to keep an eye on Dragon; they wouldn't interfere with anything else. Even if the entire fleet were to be wiped out, they would only take Dragon and leave.
"It should be fine; after all, he is Garp's son, and he possesses the Hurricane Fruit ability. He shouldn't have trouble dealing with a mere Slave King," Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro Saint casually remarked.
He was carefully using tweezers to hold cotton soaked in talc powder, gently tapping it on the blade of the First Generation Ghost Cutter to absorb the excess oil.
"Moreover, according to the intelligence from CP5, Garp, who said he was going back to the East Blue, suddenly turned and entered the South Sea first," Shepherd Ju Peter Saint said, half-amused.
Upon hearing this, Jaygarcia Saturn Saint burst into hearty laughter: "Now that's quite blatant; no wonder it's Garp!"
Meanwhile, the other three Elders said nothing more; with Garp already there, what was there to worry about? Worry about thirty thousand troops?
"However, the information provided by Doflamingo this time was excellent. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have been able to locate the lair of this Slave King in the Dark World."