Chapter 266: Jailbreak

Chapter 266: Chapter 266: Jailbreak

Just as Charlotte Linlin was bidding farewell to Rocks D. Xebec in the infirmary on Thunder God Island, the undercurrents and waves surging across the vast sea did not stop because of the temporary departure of a legend. New storms are often quietly brewing out of sight.

A coastal town on an island of a non-World Government Affiliated Nation.

Terrified screams and the loud crash of collapsing houses broke the afternoon silence.

It wasn’t a pirate raid, nor a natural disaster; the cause of all this was a mountain-like giant figure—the King of Elbaf, Harald!

The townspeople were terrified, and the mayor hurriedly used a transponder snail to contact the nearby Naval Base for help.

However, upon closer inspection, one would find that Harald’s furious and violent attacks were not directed at the fragile human town, but were landing entirely on another giant figure, who currently appeared incredibly pathetic—a fellow giant.

"Bang!! Boom—!!!"

Harald’s massive fist slammed hard into the giant punk’s face, sending him flying backward to crash heavily into several empty houses, kicking up clouds of dust.

Harald looked angrily at the giant lying on the ruined human dwellings: "Do you still not understand?"

"Cough... Wah!" The giant punk spat blood, his face covered in injuries, his eyes filled with fear and confusion.

"K-King... I-I understand! I’m truly sorry! I’ll never come to human towns to plunder food and wine again! Please, spare me!"

"You still don’t get it! You idiot!!" Harald’s voice was like thunder as he strode forward, his giant feet crushing debris, his massive shadow looming over his kin who was trying to beg for mercy. His rage seemed to stem from more than just the act of plundering.

"Whether it’s this guy... or that guy..." Harald growled, swinging his fist again. This time, the punch carried heavier force and more complex emotions.

"It’s guys like you, who rely on your massive size to act recklessly, who are the culprits constantly repeating and reinforcing the ’terrifying’ history of the Giant Race!!!"

"Because of idiots like you! Our desire for peace and our wish to integrate into this world will never be trusted!! We will always be seen as potential threats and monsters!!!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!!"

Punch after punch fell mercilessly on the giant punk’s face and body. The sound of breaking bones was sickening. Under the violent blows, the giant punk’s features were already twisted and mangled beyond recognition, and his screams gradually weakened.

Below, among the human residents hiding far away, someone plucked up the courage to shout:

"K-King! Please stop! That giant... he’s about to lose consciousness! He’ll die!"

Harald seemed not to hear. His attacks did not stop. Beneath the Burning rage in his eyes was a deeper, more irrepressible sorrow and self-blame.

As he beat his fellow giant, he growled like a wounded beast, his voice unable to hide his agonizing pain, two clear tear tracks sliding from the corners of his eyes:

"To allow Elbaf to join the World Government... I cannot let the Government find any excuse for disappointment or blame..."

His fists grew heavier, as if every punch were striking his own heart.

"I failed... to that guy... to lend a helping hand..."

That man at God Valley, who, during their final farewell, had eyes Burning with a different but equally intense fire... Rocks D. Xebec. That invitation, that possibility of joining forces to change the world... "I watched helplessly... as I abandoned... the one who asked me for help..."

"My dear friend—!!!"

"I... left him to die—!!!!"

Harald roared toward the sky: "I can no longer turn back. I will not forgive any evil deed by a giant."

The roar was mixed with endless regret and pain! The sound waves dispersed the clouds in the sky and completely shattered the last bit of consciousness of the giant punk beneath his feet.

Harald panted heavily, looking at his dying kin at his feet, his massive body trembling slightly.

He "executed justice" in this extremely violent manner, subduing a clansman who had violated humans, seemingly maintaining Order.

No one could truly perceive the misplaced desolation within the heart of this King of the Giant Race amidst that earth-shaking roar.

Shortly after, an inconspicuous but thought-provoking short news item appeared in the World Economic Journal:

"Is Harald, King of the Giant Race, Acting Erratically? Violent Attack on Fellow Giant on XX Island."

Marineford, Marineford, the Underground Special Detention Center.

Dim lights, damp air, heavy bars.

Monkey D. Dragon sat leaning against the cold wall, his hands locked behind him in Sea Stone handcuffs, wearing rough prison clothes, his face bruised and tired, but his eyes shone with startling brightness in the dim light.

Footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, steady and familiar.

Dragon did not look up.

Outside the bars, Garp, his head still wrapped in bandages and his face bearing new injuries, came to a stop.

He stood with his hands in his pockets, looking at his unusually silent son in the cell, his face lacking his usual boisterous smile, replaced by a deep calm.

Silence spread between father and son.

Dragon spoke first, his voice somewhat raspy but exceptionally clear and firm. He kept his head down, looking at the ground:

"Old man..."

"I’m not going to be a Marine anymore."

Garp seemed to have expected this; no expression of surprise appeared on his face, he just gave a calm response:

"...Mm."

Dragon looked up, his gaze sharp as a blade, piercing straight at his father outside the bars. The accumulated rage and disappointment between his brows surged forth:

"In fact—I despise you!!"

Garp closed his eyes, still only saying:

"...Mm."

No explanation, no rebuttal, no fatherly lecture to his son, not even an attempt to use the grand principles of ’justice’ to persuade him.

Garp just silently endured his son’s angry glare and sharp words. Those rebukes were also echoes of a voice within his own heart, his own ’answer.’

Looking at his father closing his eyes and enduring, the raging fire in Dragon’s chest—ignited after witnessing the atrocities of the Celestial Dragons at God Valley, seeing the Government cover up the truth, and experiencing the despair of powerlessness to save anyone—could no longer be suppressed. It turned into a series of low but powerful questions and accusations that echoed in the silent detention center.

He questioned the Marine’s compromises, denounced the darkness of the World Government, and mocked the hypocrisy of so-called ’justice,’ his voice agitated but his logic clear, every word drawing blood.

Garp He never opened his eyes.,Just listen quietly,Like a silent mountain.

I don’t know how much time passed.,The dragon’s voice stopped.,All that remained was heavy breathing..

Garp slowly opened his eyes and took a deep look at his son. That look was complex and difficult to decipher, containing helplessness, heaviness, and a deeply hidden trace of agreement.

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