Chapter 130: King of Deserters? Doesn’t Exist.

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Chapter 130 of "One Piece: Shadow monarch? I'm Just Logistics!" kicks off with action-packed scenes: Chapter 130: Chapter 130: King of Deserters? Doesn’t Exist. Chapter 130: King of Deserters? Doesn’t Exist. Screeeech!! Intense... Discover more!

Chapter 130: Chapter 130: King of Deserters? Doesn’t Exist. Chapter 130: King of Deserters? Doesn’t Exist. Screeeech!! Intense sparks flew from the railway tracks as the Rocketman sped into the station. The Blue and Red Ogres, once again using the same method to block it, finally brought it to a halt before the station. RUMBLE!!! Although the train didn’t crash headlong into the station and smash it to pieces, the already dilapidated vessel finally disintegrated under the impact, shattering into fragments. The crew, carrying their injured, jumped out from the collapsing train, landing on the roof of a nearby building. "We’re back!!" "Enies Lobby Great Battle, a complete victory!!" Chopper and Usopp cheered joyfully, leaping up and down excitedly. "Everyone must be exhausted." Robin smiled faintly. "We can finally get some proper rest." "It’s early morning, and Aqua Laguna just ended." Reiner, supported by Nami, surveyed the surroundings. The water level in the Back Streets had only just begun to recede; the area was still deserted. "Let’s go find Iceburg directly. I have a few Yagara Bull undead." "Mm-hmm! Let’s go!" Chopper transformed into his tall human form and hoisted his idol, Zoro, onto his shoulder. Usopp also struggled to carry Luffy on his back. "You’re sleeping like a log! We’re going to a grand mansion to rest!" BANG!! Sanji suddenly staggered and collapsed to the ground, supporting himself with difficulty on his hands, and rasped, "I... I can’t make it... Little Robin-chwan... can you... carry me?" He looked as if he were severely injured, on the verge of death, utterly miserable – except for his eyes, which had turned into peach hearts. "Not a convincing act at all." "Pervy cook." "There he goes, fawning again." Everyone cast disdainful glances his way. Robin, with a helpless smile, went to help him up. The Straw Hat crew’s four main fighting powers... were now all acting like invalids. Reiner turned and asked Franky and his group, "Are you guys coming with us?" "We won’t go for now." Franky waved a large hand. "You all get some good rest. I’ll take my boys back to get settled, then I’ll come find you." "Alright. See you later then." "Yeah, see ya." After a simple farewell, Franky jumped onto a King Bull and led his group away along the coast. Reiner turned back and summoned the Yagara Bulls; these were the templates he had ’acquired’ when they rented Bulls upon first arriving in Water 7. The crew paired up and jumped onto the Bulls, heading inland along the waterways. Granny Kokoro also followed them; her granddaughter Chimney had been entrusted to Iceburg’s care before they left earlier. They hadn’t gone far when they encountered a large group of people riding Bulls, passing by majestically from the front. The leader, wearing a denim jacket, goggles perched on his slicked-back blond hair, a cigar clenched in his mouth, pointed at Reiner and the others and yelled back to his group: "Mr. Iceburg! They’re over there!" "Let’s go over." Iceburg, wearing a black overcoat, stood behind them and spoke coolly. "Let’s go, boys! Time to welcome our city’s heroes!" Paulie waved his hand and shouted, and a large crowd rushed towards them with great momentum. Because they had saved Iceburg earlier, the people of Galley-La all regarded the Straw Hat crew as city heroes. They had spotted the Sea Train approaching Water 7 and, after notifying Iceburg, a large wave of people had come to meet them. "It’s the Galley-La people!" Granny Kokoro instantly recognized many familiar faces. Soon, the two groups converged. "Granny!" Chimney jumped out from behind Iceburg, hugged her rabbit, and rushed towards Kokoro, then looked up at Reiner and the others. "And the big pirate brothers and sisters!" Nami ruffled her hair. "Hello there, Chimney." "Looks like you all returned safely," Iceburg smiled faintly, his gaze sweeping through the crowd. "Iceburg... Franky... he..." Reiner lowered his head, his face full of guilt. "I’m sorry. We tried, but he still..." Hearing this, Iceburg’s pupils instantly contracted. He stood frozen on the spot, at a loss. A chilling sea breeze blew past, brushing against Iceburg’s body, yet he couldn’t feel its coldness; his heart at this moment was even colder. "...Franky, he’s... fine." Reiner grinned. "We tried asking him if he wanted to come find you with us, but he insisted on going to settle his boys first." Duang! "Don’t scare people like that, idiot!" Nami irritably punched him, then turned to Iceburg with an awkward smile. "Sorry about that. He’s just like that with his words." Reiner, a large bump on his head, looked like he wanted to cry but couldn’t. "—Phew! It’s alright." Iceburg finally sighed in relief upon hearing this. "As long as everyone returned safely. Let’s go. I’ll take you back to rest." "Then thank you so much! By the way..." Nami grabbed Reiner’s ear with one hand and said to Iceburg, "Could you please prepare some extra food for us? Especially meat, as much as possible. Probably for about fifty..." She glanced back at Luffy, then corrected herself, "Emmm... probably enough for about a hundred people." "A hundred people’s worth?!" Paulie looked completely baffled. "Your appetites are way too big! Can you even eat that much?" "Relax. Their appetites are all huge." Nami pulled at Luffy’s cheek and grinned. "No matter how much is left over, this idiot will eat it all up when he wakes up." "Understood. I’ll take you back to rest first." Iceburg had his Yagara Bull turn around, then patted Paulie’s shoulder. "I’ll leave the food to you. Make the arrangements." "Leave it to me!" Paulie waved to a crowd of shipwrights and yelled, "Let’s go, everyone! We can’t let our guests go hungry!" "OOOH!" And so, the large group headed majestically towards Central Street. Under Iceburg’s arrangements, the group arrived at the Galley-La Headquarters mansion within Dock One, which was also Iceburg’s residence and office. After a day of rushing about and fierce battles, everyone was thoroughly exhausted, mentally and physically. Arriving at Iceburg’s study, before he could even arrange separate rooms for them, the group collapsed haphazardly and fell fast asleep. "Looks like they’re all thoroughly worn out." Listening to the chorus of snores rising and falling, Iceburg shook his head with a helpless smile, gathered a pile of documents from the table, and gently closed the door as he left. "You two, come over here for a moment." Iceburg called over two shipwrights standing guard nearby and instructed, "Don’t let anyone near here. When the food is ready, have Paulie and the others deliver it to the reception hall first." "Understood, Mr. Iceburg!" Bang! Bang! "Don’t be so loud, idiot!" Meanwhile, in a certain sea region not far from Water 7, a dog-headed warship with a bone in its mouth sailed slowly on the calm sea. At the center of the deck, a small white round table was placed, with two tall men lounging on folding chairs on either side. "Garp! You old bast—" Click! The Den Den Mushi was decisively hung up. An old man with a full beard, gray hair yet still full of vigor, stood up. "Ahahaha! That smelly brat! To think he actually did such a huge thing!" Garp laughed heartily, casually tossing the Den Den Mushi onto the table. "This bastard! He really pisses me off! Just watch me go give him a good thrashing! Bogard!" He called over a man with an aquiline nose, wearing a top hat, his expression serious and unsmiling, and yelled: "Change course! To Water 7! Old Me is going to see his grandson!" "Please don’t be so loud, Vice Admiral Garp." Bogard’s hat brim was pulled low, covering half his face. "It wouldn’t be good for the soldiers to hear such things." "Doesn’t matter! Hahaha!" Garp laughed heartily, slapping Bogard’s shoulder. "If they hear, just tell everyone to forget about it." "Such an unreliable old fool." A steady voice came from the side. Garp glanced over, a smirk playing on his lips, and addressed the resolute face amidst the swirling smoke: "You seem to have had dealings with my grandson before, haven’t you? Just right, let’s go test if you’ve made any progress recently." (End of this Chapter) ♧♧♧ -> SUPPORT ME WITH POWER STONE -> FOR EVERY 200 PS = BOUNS Chapter ♧♧♧ -> 20 Advanced Chapters Now Available on Patreon!! -> https://www.patreon.com/c/Segais (Just remove the hyphen to access patreon normally) If you like this novel please consider leaving a review that’s help the story a lot Thank you

Chapter 130: King of Deserters? Doesn’t Exist.

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