I, Broly, began by destroying the pirate world.

7. Study? Study my ass!

As soon as the horizon began to lighten on the second day, hundreds and thousands of newsbirds flapped their wings and poured out from newspaper offices all over the world.

They carried newspaper bags on their backs, filled with neatly arranged newspapers, whenever they saw ships sailing on the sea or inhabited islands.

They would throw the newspaper in a conspicuous place with a "thud," and then flap their wings and fly away.

Such a gesture of distributing newspapers for free can only mean one thing on the entire ocean: a momentous event, powerful enough to shake the world order, has occurred.

After all, Morgans, the owner of the World Economic Herald, was a notorious miser. If the World Government hadn't covered all the costs, how could that stingy man have been willing to part with them?

Today's newspapers have their front page filled with bold black text: "No Age Limit, No Background Inquiry: Global Recruitment."

The document clearly states that anyone, regardless of age or gender, who wishes to join the navy can register at the nearest naval base.

Those who are exceptionally talented and pass the initial test will be specially dispatched by the Navy Headquarters to the naval academy in Marineford for further study.

The second page, however, was completely dominated by an exaggeratedly large bounty poster.

He has no name, only two strikingly powerful characters—"Demon Child".

The figure in the bounty column is even more dazzling: 50 billion Berries.

This string of numbers exploded like a thunderclap across the entire ocean.

On Cake Island in the New World, Charlotte Linlin's hand, which was holding a dessert, suddenly tightened, smearing cream all over her hand, and she squinted her bloodshot eyes.

On Kaido's Onigashima, sake jars shattered on the ground. The captain of the Beasts Pirates, holding a sake jug, tilted his head back and took a swig. His scarlet eyes swept over the newspaper, and he sneered, "50 billion? I really want to see this kid in person."

In a bar in the Sabaody Archipelago, Rayleigh stared intently at the contemptuous face of the infant on the wanted poster, muttering to himself, "Bucky, the new era hasn't fully arrived yet, how come you're already..."

Even Boa Hancock, who was not yet 10 years old and lived on the island of Dwarf in the Calm Belt, stared wide-eyed at the newspaper her younger sister handed her.

A three-year-old child, whose name, background, and abilities are all unknown, has a first prize of 5 billion Berries?

Anyone who saw it for the first time would think that the world government had gone mad.

But as soon as they recalled the major event in Rogge Town yesterday—the deep ditch that was so casually blasted out and ran across the entire town—everyone fell silent.

This number is damn reasonable.

This is the town of Rogue at this moment.

In the middle of the street, a scene that could shatter anyone's worldview was unfolding: a medium-sized warship capable of holding a hundred people was "floating" a full meter above the ground.

If anyone dared to lie down and take a closer look, they would find that the bottom of the boat was not empty.

A small figure was curled up there, its chubby arms and legs taut, carrying the enormous vessel on its back, jogging at a leisurely pace.

The figure was Broly. His short legs moved alternately, but his steps were as steady as if he were taking a walk. He didn't even pant. He had been running for more than three hours since 4:30 in the morning.

On the third floor of the naval base, the highest-ranking colonel in Loguetown clung desperately to the window frame, staring at Broly on the street, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets, muttering under his breath, "Monster... monster!"

Before he finished speaking, his gaze swept over the "natural barrier" not far away.

The colonel shut his mouth in frustration, feeling that the scene before him seemed quite reasonable.

"Colonel?" The adjutant behind him swallowed hard. "That kid has already been designated a pirate by Marine Headquarters. Are we...are we just going to watch him like this?"

The colonel turned around abruptly and almost slapped his deputy.

Damn it! Are you hoping I die so you can take my place?

"We just received encrypted instructions from headquarters this morning: this matter is now under the direct control of the World Government. The Navy is to remain inactive for the time being! Anyone who dares to act without authorization will face the consequences!"

The colonel barely suppressed the urge to curse and said irritably.

The adjutant and the soldiers standing around him instantly felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, cold sweat streaming down their faces.

"Thank goodness! We've escaped unscathed..."

"With the resources of our Rogge Town, going up there would be like offering ourselves up as food!"

"The World Government must have some backing; they probably have a lot of ruthless characters comparable to generals hidden away, which is why they dare to provoke that monster."

Young Smoker was also standing near his own window, completely unaware of what was happening. Watching Broly jogging with the warship on his back, he muttered to himself, "Damn it... He's already this strong, working himself to the bone like this, how are ordinary people supposed to survive?"

Smoker will never know that Broly's relentless training wasn't about becoming stronger at all.

Even if he lies still, his strength will grow exponentially day by day. What he truly fears is repeating the mistakes of the original story.

In the original story, Broly possessed the invincible power of a legendary Super Saiyan, but because he never deliberately trained and allowed his body to grow wildly, he would lose control and become a madman who only knew how to destroy once he transformed.

"It's like a preschooler getting a legendary weapon," Broly thought as he ran, his mind racing. "Power can only be controlled by oneself, and I don't want to become a slave to power."

He doesn't want to be acting like a headless fly when he becomes a Super Saiyan.

But speaking of which, in the original work, is Broly's Super Legendary form considered a berserk state?

Unlike Naruto and Ichigo Kurosaki, who completely lose their minds and transform into monsters that attack indiscriminately when they go berserk, he is still capable of speaking and thinking.

It's more like the awakening of a second personality, a bit like Luffy in Nika's form.

Thinking of this, Broly's face darkened even more. If he had to choose, he would rather choose the former.

But no matter what, he still hoped to be able to control this power himself.

The clock hands finally moved to 8 o'clock. Broly glanced at it and thought that the weight training should be enough.

He stopped, raised his chubby little hand, and tossed the hundred-person warship into the air like a baseball.

With a whooshing sound, the enormous ship instantly turned into a small black dot and disappeared into the horizon.

The townspeople, who had been secretly watching from inside the house, fell silent once again.

Broly dusted off his hands, looking completely unconcerned.

Anyway, this ship is a pirate ship that was stolen from the dock yesterday.

He swung his short legs and turned into the nearest restaurant.

The moment the door was pushed open, the once bustling restaurant fell into a deathly silence. The waiter's plate slammed to the ground, and the owner, who was keeping the bill, turned as white as a sheet.

Broly didn't care. Amidst the horrified gazes of everyone in the room, he found a table, sat down, and loudly proclaimed, "Boss, bring me breakfast for fifty people. I'll pay you back now, and I'll give you a pirate's head to exchange for the bounty later."

The shop owner snapped out of his daze, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace, his voice trembling uncontrollably, "N-no charge! It's my honor to serve you!"

He gave the kitchen staff a fierce look and yelled, "What are you all standing there for? Get to work!"

The cooks in the kitchen were busy at work, and before long, plate after plate of food was piled up on Broly's table.

Bread, sausages, milk, bacon... piled up like a small mountain. Broly was too lazy to explain to the boss that he really would pay back the money, so he grabbed the food and stuffed it into his mouth, his cheeks bulging like a hamster, wolfing it down.

After all, ever since the King of Suppression shouted "My treasure is right there," the entire ocean has been in chaos.

The lives of ordinary people are as fragile as paper; at any moment, mad pirates could massacre the city for money or women.

Didn't Bucky do that back in the day?

Whether this small restaurant will survive until he comes back to pay back the money is really hard to say.

Normally, Broly would be full after eating breakfast for 50 people. But today, after practicing for three hours, his stomach felt like a bottomless pit, and he ate a full 70 servings before finally letting out a loud burp while rubbing his slightly bulging belly.

"I start my long-distance run at 4:30 in the morning, have breakfast at 8:00, read until 12:30, and then take a one-hour nap..." Broly smacked his lips and leaned back in his chair, muttering to himself. This Turtle Hermit style of routine was something he had tried to imitate and memorize when he was a kid watching Dragon Ball. Unfortunately, he couldn't stick to it for more than two days before finding it too hard and going back to bed to sleep.

With his current physical condition, getting up at 4:30 in the morning to exercise is a piece of cake for him.

But the mere thought of the word "reading" made Broly roll his eyes and shout out Li Yunlong's classic line: "Read? Read my ass!"