In Nicholas's eyes, the Vinsmoke family is now almost irrelevant. After all, the Vinsmoke family lacks the high-level combat power that could decisively influence the World Government and the Celestial Dragons.
The only notable thing they have is the artificial soldiers of the Germa Kingdom, which isn't particularly advanced technology to Vegapunk.
After a brief conversation with Judge, Nicholas had Tesoro arrange for them to stay at Tesoro's luxury hotel.
"Tesoro, now... I need you to answer a question for me."
Nicholas looked at Tesoro with an unwavering gaze.
Hearing Nicholas's words, Tesoro's expression slightly changed.
"..."
Nicholas calmly looked at Tesoro and posed his question.
"Do you really have the courage to strike back at the Celestial Dragons with a blade of revenge?"
"..."
Tesoro's expression became unnatural upon hearing Nicholas's question, but it was quickly replaced by anger. To him, Nicholas's question was an insult.
He had already revealed the deep scars in his heart, and now Nicholas was doubting his resolve for revenge?
"Of course, I do. My current motivation for living is to see those scum sent to hell and suffer!"
Tesoro answered Nicholas's question earnestly and seriously.
Nicholas stared into his eyes, and Tesoro didn't back down. For someone who had made up his mind, Nicholas's gaze wasn't enough to deter him. After a moment, Nicholas said calmly, "Then go ahead. Show me your determination."
Tesoro knew exactly what Nicholas meant.
He stood up and walked out of the room.
In one of the ultra-luxurious rooms of Gran Tesoro, a Celestial Dragon, who looked like a pig, was playing a perverse game while being attended to by his subordinates.
"Hey, didn't you eat? Can't even push properly. Don't you see the state of your wife?"
The Celestial Dragon yelled at a man with a humiliated expression while taking photos with a camera.
At that moment, the door opened.
Tesoro walked into the room. Through the open door, several golden statues, which were once guards, could be seen scattered on the hallway floor in fear.
These guards had obviously tried to stop Tesoro but were mercilessly dealt with.
Tesoro's gaze swept across the room. The Celestial Dragon was indeed playing a twisted game.
A man weighing several hundred kilograms was kneeling on the bed. Underneath him was a woman bound with ropes, and behind him was another man, drenched in sweat, pushing the fat man's waist.
Tesoro recognized the man and woman. They were ordinary people visiting Gran Tesoro but had unfortunately caught the attention of the Celestial Dragon.
Finally, his gaze stopped on the Celestial Dragon, who was still taking photos.
Just looking at him, Tesoro felt a strong sense of disgust. Indeed, scum like this were better off disappearing from the world.
At the same time, painful memories he didn't want to revisit surfaced.
"Tesoro, you! Didn't I say never to enter my room without permission while I'm creating my art!?"
Noticing Tesoro's presence, the Celestial Dragon became angry.
As a self-proclaimed artist, he would not allow anyone to disrupt his artistic creation!
Facing the enraged Celestial Dragon, Tesoro inexplicably felt that the Celestial Dragon looked like a pig, angrily mouthing words at him.
Tesoro couldn't help but laugh.
Although the Celestial Dragon was foolish, his bodyguards weren't. They realized Tesoro's hostile intent within seconds of his entry.
Bang!
Before they could react, golden spikes extended from the floor, walls, and even the gold decorations around them, instantly piercing through their bodies.
Tesoro wasn't lying. On the Gran Tesoro, littered with gold, he was the king.
"You lowly..."
The Celestial Dragon's words were cut off as he felt something warm splatter on his face. He saw his guards annihilated in an instant.
Tesoro's eyes, filled with killing intent, turned towards the Celestial Dragon.
Even if he was slow, the Celestial Dragon realized that Tesoro genuinely intended to kill him.
Fear of death and the sight of his guards' tragic end caused the Celestial Dragon to lose control of his bladder.
"..."
Looking at the Celestial Dragon's state, Tesoro felt an indescribable mix of emotions.
In his mind, the Celestial Dragons were untouchable. For ordinary people and towns, a single word from a Celestial Dragon could determine their fate.
Ordinary people had no power to resist the Celestial Dragons. They would steal your wife and children in front of you and treat them as toys.
If you dared to resist, the Celestial Dragons' guards would tear you apart like vicious dogs. Even those who were mere pawns to the Celestial Dragons sought to gain favor by stepping on others.
As for the Navy and the World Government, they were merely servants of the Celestial Dragons.
Tesoro approached the Celestial Dragon and slapped him hard, sending him flying like trash.
"Tesoro, you... do you know the consequences of offending a Celestial Dragon!?"
The Celestial Dragon, feeling the sting on his face, was in disbelief. He couldn't imagine that the once humble Tesoro would dare to hit him!
"Hmm?"
Tesoro squatted down and curiously asked, "What consequences?"
Seeing the look in Tesoro's eyes, like that of a dead man, the Celestial Dragon panicked.
This guy really wanted to kill him!
"I'm really curious..."
Tesoro said, looking at the Celestial Dragon, who was equally puzzled and waiting to hear what Tesoro had to say.
"What makes you self-proclaimed descendants of the creators different from ordinary people?"
Tesoro stared down at the Celestial Dragon, his expression turning sinister.
"Hey, you can't harm him!"
At that moment, a trembling voice suddenly sounded in the room.
Tesoro turned to see that it was the man who had been pushing the fat man earlier.
Suddenly being stared at by Tesoro, the man was flustered but continued, "If you harm the Celestial Dragon, we'll all die!"
"Even though I hate this guy too, but..."
Before he could finish, his expression turned to disbelief as he looked at the golden sword piercing his chest.
"Pathetic."
Retracting his hand, Tesoro coldly stared at the Celestial Dragon and said, "Next, noble descendant of the creators, you'll experience a 'luxury' you've never felt before. Hope you enjoy it."
"Ha... hahaha, hahaha!"
The room echoed with Tesoro's complex laughter.
A few hours later, Tesoro, now in a new suit, stood before Nicholas.
Nicholas seemed to know what Tesoro wanted to say, so he spoke first.
"Spare me the pointless words. I know you're not fond of that."
"Indeed."
Tesoro grinned at Nicholas and said seriously, "Actions speak louder than a thousand words."
"Exactly. So... I need you to do something."
Nicholas sat on the sofa, looking at Tesoro.
"What is it?"
Tesoro asked.
Nicholas clasped his hands under his chin, eyes narrowing as he met Tesoro's gaze.
"Dragon-slaying."
"Now?"
Tesoro asked, knowing exactly what Nicholas meant by "dragon."
"No, the time isn't right yet."
Nicholas looked towards the East Blue and said.