Paradise, G-2 branch.
This is a Marine base starting with G. It is a strategic location directly under the jurisdiction of Marine Headquarters. Generally, the base commanders are Vice Admiral-level figures.
Just like Jonathan at G-8 Base, he and Akainu are still friends from the same class and can be considered senior among the Marines.
At this time, a medium-sized warship was anchored in the port.
A large number of Marines were busy making all the preparations before the voyage, down to the smallest detail.
After all, these are the outstanding talents selected by this world conscription. They will all be sent to the headquarters for employment or special training. Maybe they will become famous worldwide in a short time.
Especially that man...
Thinking of this, the Marines couldn't help but pay attention to the man lying on the wicker chair and sunbathing.
"Everyone is on board, right? Colonel Levi?" (T/N: Once again wrong world)
Not far away, a man with long Mediterranean hair looked away and asked the Marine Colonel, who was half a step behind.
Hearing this, Colonel Levi's body instantly straightened up. He quickly went through the Vice Admiral's work in his mind, and the answer came out: "Report to Vice Admiral Gumir, the list has been confirmed. There should be one hundred people, and there are one hundred people."
This world recruitment has almost come to an end and will last for about one and a half months. Anyone at any Marine Base on the sea can sign up to participate.
Time is a little rushed, and the headquarters can only make a quick decision to avoid being stopped by the World Government.
Of course, the G-2 base is one of Marine's major fortresses, so naturally, it recruits more than just a few military personnel.
Although the Marines are now eager to expand their army, they still adhere to the principle of erring on the side of shortage.
First, they screen out those whose physical fitness is not up to par or whose talent and potential are insufficient.
This is not to say that Marine's reality is not strong enough. Even if it catches the duck, it is just a bunch of inconspicuous cannon fodder.
Then the remaining personnel were divided into grades. Those with strong strength and talent were naturally sent to Marine Headquarters first.
Marine's purpose of recruiting troops this time is mainly to prepare for future fights against the World Government.
Therefore, most of the personnel transported to the headquarters on the ship can become a powerful combat force in a short period of time.
"Very good. Although compared to other bases, the number of our recruits this time is relatively small, our quality can directly crush them, haha~~"
The Vice Admiral had a satisfied smile on his face.
He found out that during this recruitment, almost every fortress had far more transport personnel than they did.
Especially Jonathan's G-8 base.
Both are disciples of Zephyr and are in the same recruiting class. He and Jonathan often compete with each other.
He originally thought he would lose to Jonathan again this time, but things took a turn in the last few days.
The man appeared.
Vice Admiral Gumir couldn't help but sigh, "If it is true as the headquarters said, military merit is not counted at all, as long as the strength is sufficient and the family background is clean, the honorary title can be directly awarded..."
He paused and said with an extremely confident tone and a serious face: "He... is at least a candidate Admiral."
These middle and lower-level Marines may not be very clear about the current relationship between the Marines and the World Government.
They only know that some time ago, Fleet Admiral Sengoku was demoted to Acting Fleet Admiral by the World Government, which made them a little dissatisfied.
After all, under the leadership of Fleet Admiral Sengoku, the Marines had recently arrested a Yonko.
However, Vice Admiral Gumir, who is a senior member of the Marines, knows it very well.
It is only a matter of time before the Marines and the World Government go to war.
There is a high probability that the title of candidate Admiral will not be given out sparingly.
Even though there are already four Admirals and three candidate Admirals.
Colonel Levi's eyes widened, an exaggerated expression appeared on his face, and he even began to stutter, "Candidate... Candidate Admiral? Is he really that strong?"
Although he knew that man was very strong, ridiculously strong.
But that's the candidate Admiral!
In the words of Vice Admiral Gumir, "at least," which shows that he has the potential to aspire to the highest combat power of the Marines.
Of course, there was no doubt in his mind.
After all, the Vice Admiral in front of him is the disciple of Admiral Zephyr, the man known as "Black Arm."
No matter what you doubt, it is impossible to doubt his vision.
"Of course -" The scene of meeting that man for the first time appeared in Gumir's mind, and his heart beat a little faster. "Even if I stand in front of him, I can still feel his strength."
He briefly fought against the opponent once and was easily defeated by just using the fruit ability.
However, that weird ability still made him shudder when he recalled it.
While the two were talking, the warship began to take in the side of the ship, and the white seagulls were frightened away by the mast of the sail.
The ship's hull was slightly drafted, and it gradually left the port along with the current and sailed into the distance.
Headquarters, Marineford.
Atlas was lying comfortably on a soft chair, with several large bulges moving on his thick back.
"Master, how is the strength?"
In the quiet office, a small mouth suddenly appeared on the side of the chair, and human words came out.
Atlas was not surprised at all but closed his eyes in enjoyment, "It would be nice to be stronger."
"Okay, no problem."
This device was made by Atlas using a talisman. It is a bit like the massage chair from his previous life and also has its own artificial intelligence.
Feeling the growing force behind his back, Atlas curled his lips with some satisfaction.
Sengoku built a paper shredder that ate the Goat fruit. Isn't it too much for him to build a massage chair?
Pere~Pere~Pere~Pere~
The Den Den Mushi on the desk rang. Atlas opened his eyes slightly and picked up the phone with invisible force.
"Moshi moshi? What's up, old man Sengoku?"
Needless to say, it's hard not to recognize that signature braided beard.
"Nothing, I just want you to preside over the final selection of the world's conscripts," Sengoku's steady voice sounded.
Atlas's eyes widened a little, and he was a bit surprised. "Weren't you urging me to leave a few days ago? Why is there suddenly a task for me now?"
"Hahahaha! Someone really wants to see you."
There was a hint of joy in Sengoku's voice, and he was obviously in a good mood.
"Meet me? From the World Recruitment Channel?"
Atlas was stunned.
Does he know any strong folk people? He only knew one, Ryokugyu, who might appear, and he didn't even know his name.
Moreover, Ryokugyu doesn't know him either.
"Okay, I'll just take a trip."
Frowning, he still accepted Sengoku's task.
Judging from Sengoku's demeanor, this must be someone with good strength, and he was curious to see for himself.
Thinking about it, there is a high probability that it will be the future Ryokugyu.
After all, even if there are hidden strong men among the people, it's unlikely that Admirals are everywhere. With Fujitora and Ryokugyu, that's already a high limit.
Not far from Marineford is Khalsa Island.
A warship hovered in the air, overlooking the landscape of the entire island.
This is an artificial ecological island created by the Marines. The vegetation on the island is mainly virgin forest, where ferocious beasts often appear, and their combat power is extremely fierce.
Most of them are products of genetic editing by the scientific division and are used in Marine training and selection sites.
Of course, the theme of this selection is definitely not fighting beasts.
The reason is simple—
It's too low-level and not suitable for these combat talents who can form the backbone of the Marines.
The overlords of the pirate world are always with the Sea Kings who live in the deep sea, with their huge strength brought by their size advantage and their large groups distributed all over the world.
After all, in this world,
The sea occupies most of the area, and the land is broken and irregular.
Although there will be mixed results with a large base, it is often easy for top players to emerge.
Therefore, there is a Pirate King, but there is no title of Bandit King.
In the center of the island, there was a sudden movement of the earth's crust, with rolling thunder, grass and trees moving sideways, and sand and rocks flying.
Under the shocked eyes of all the Marines, the entire island separated into a circular blank arena.
"This...this...is simply a miracle from the Creator!!"
"The islands separated themselves?!"
"This kind of power is indeed the strongest Admiral in eight hundred years!"
Stunned, the Marines couldn't help but look forward in amazement at the island below that was still becoming flat.
And Atlas, who was sitting cross-legged at the bow of the ship, naturally heard everyone's discussion clearly.
The strongest Admiral in eight hundred years?
What kind of name is this?
He couldn't help but curl his lips, feeling it was like Rob Lucci, "the strongest CP9 in 800 years."
The main purpose of this recruitment selection is to bring together the best from each base, judge their strength, and then award military ranks.
Originally, the venue arranged by Sengoku was not Khalsa Island, but Atlas thought it was too far away, so he simply randomly pointed to a relatively nearby island on the chart.
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"Everyone, this world recruitment has come to an end. What we have in front of us is Khalsa Island—the final assessment place. After the end, the headquarters will award you with the corresponding military ranks based on the evaluation..."
About a dozen warships surrounded Khalsa Island. The vast scene was so overwhelming that one's DNA couldn't help but become active. The person in charge of each ship was explaining the process.
"By the way—" Lieutenant Colonel Norton paused meaningfully for a moment, and his eyes finally landed on a sleeping figure on the deck.
"The examiner this time is... Admiral Atlas."
He knew very well that there was no need to bother the Admiral with things like world conscription.
But Marineford actually dispatched an Admiral, and it was Hakuryu who was the most popular.
If you have to find out, then only that man can do it.
He could clearly hear the conversation with Vice Admiral from the sidelines.
"It's actually that one! I came to participate in the world conscription just because of Admiral Hakuryu's name."
"That's right, it's the same for me."
"That man represents the entire era. I heard that he also came from Logue Town. It's really a magical place."
"No, I think this is fate..."
After a lot of discussion, the man who had a large blank area to himself finally became slightly more interested.
The slightly thick lips parted to both sides, revealing white teeth, the eyes were bright, and Observation Haki quickly spread.
I finally saw that man...
The warship docked, and recruits were landing one after another. Atlas took a rough look.
It has to be said that the average level is very high, basically at the level of Marine.
Especially that aura as blazing as the sun.
Regardless of whether he is an fruit user or not, his physical strength is no less than that of any Marine Admiral.
They have a certain level of strength and have not participated in the normal route of joining the army. Most of them want to directly obtain the status of senior officers through this channel.
After all, in the military, what matters is not only strength, but also qualifications and military exploits.
Even Atlas got through it step by step.
There were a lot of people; after all, they almost included the best of all the recruits in the park.
If it were a one-on-one competition, God knows how many days and nights it would take.
Moreover, the arrangement of food and accommodation for personnel during the period is also a big problem. Although Sengoku has provided a detailed plan process, Atlas does not need to worry about it at all.
But…
Atlas's eyes slowly turned, and the corners of his mouth curved.
Let's do something interesting.
The wind blows and the clouds surge.
Sand and rocks began to fly on the ground, and less obvious cracks spread across the island.
Clatter--!!
As Atlas stepped forward, an earth-shattering momentum suddenly burst out, the sky changed color slightly, dark clouds began to cover the island, black arcs of electricity leaped, strong winds blew, and air waves rolled.
Buzz—!!
Everyone present felt like the back of their heads had been hit hard by a heavy hammer, and a strong sense of dizziness filled their hearts.
Conqueror's Haki!!
Instead of laboriously testing one after another, it is better to just have a big stew and see who stands!
Plop—!!
Soon, the first person fell.
It was like a domino effect, and it seemed as if that figure was the straw that broke the camel's back.
Dozens of people fell one after another.
Atlas narrowed his eyes slightly and continued to move forward, the Conqueror's Haki on his body getting stronger.
The wind roared like ghosts crying and wolves howling, and the thunder was like thousands of horses neighing.
Another group of people fell down.
As the pace progressed, the momentum of Atlas rising into the sky increased step by step. Almost every time, dozens of people fell, a dozen people fell, and a few people fell.
In the end, there was no one around, except for the curly-haired man in front of Atlas, who was only three feet away. His expression did not change at all when faced with the overwhelming Conqueror's Haki.
Looking at the other man's uninhibited face, Atlas grinned, "You are the one who wants to see me?"
The curly-haired man responded with a wild smile, looking quite excited, "My name is Aramaki. I like your ruthless style of dealing with things. I have been following you for a long time, Admiral Atlas!"
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