LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 36: Chapter 34 Aftermath
**Sin City Coast – One Month Later**
*Thud.*
A massive bundle of treasure landed on the deck of a large pirate ship. Aizen stood on the dock, gazing at the final haul. The month-long purge of Sin City was complete, and with this last bag of Baileys loaded, his work on the island was officially done.
Turning back, he took one last look at the desolate ruins of the once-infamous pirate haven. The once-bustling hub of chaos and greed now lay eerily silent, its streets stained with blackened blood and littered with rotting corpses.
"Exhausting," Aizen muttered, his gaze shifting to the enormous mountain of treasure aboard the ship. The sheer amount of wealth he had claimed in just one month was staggering.
**System Notification:**
*"Template unlocked to 14.1%."*
Though the increase wasn't as significant as what defeating Waldo had brought, it was still a satisfying result. Every ounce of effort contributed to his ultimate goal.
Aizen's small sloop, the vessel he had initially arrived on, was long gone. Unable to carry the vast troves of loot, he had casually commandeered a massive pirate ship capable of housing 500 crew members. Now, the ship's hold brimmed with stolen treasures—a testament to the greed and brutality of the pirates who once ruled this island.
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However, one issue still lingered: the corpses. The entire island reeked of death, the decomposing bodies of countless pirates forming a grotesque graveyard. Leaving them exposed could lead to outbreaks of disease—a potential catastrophe for anyone passing through.
Aizen pulled out a **Den Den Mushi**, dialing a familiar number.
"Vice Admiral Garp," he said, his tone calm but firm. "Sin City has been dealt with, but the corpses remain. I'll need Marines to handle the cleanup."
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On the other end, Garp nearly choked on his tea.
"What? Everything's been dealt with?"
Garp's disbelief was palpable. He leaned forward, gripping the receiver tightly. "You're telling me you cleared out *Sin City*? By yourself? In a month?!"
The island was notorious for housing some of the most dangerous pirates in the New World. Hundreds of them had bounties in the hundreds of millions, and some even surpassed that. Not to mention the infamous World Destroyer, whose power was only a step below the greatest pirates alive.
Clearing the island within a single month seemed impossible.
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"Murphy—no, Aizen, your strength…" Garp's voice trailed off as he processed what this meant. Before heading to the New World, Aizen had just achieved the level of a great swordsman. For him to defeat the World Destroyer, wipe out tens of thousands of pirates, and remain unscathed…
The implications were staggering.
Could Aizen have reached another breakthrough in his strength?
"This is too fast," Garp murmured to himself. "Even the most prodigious Marines don't grow this quickly."
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Aizen's voice interrupted Garp's spiraling thoughts. "Yes, it's been quite an experience here," he said casually, as though his month-long conquest wasn't worth mentioning.
The calm confidence in his tone sent a chill down Garp's spine. Despite Aizen's young age, his assuredness carried the weight of a seasoned warrior.
"This kid," Garp thought, his mind racing. "Could he really reach the strength of an Admiral before twenty? If he continues like this, by his peak at forty…"
Garp didn't finish the thought. The idea of someone surpassing even the most legendary figures was too staggering to contemplate.
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"Vice Admiral Garp? Are you still there?"
Garp snapped back to reality, realizing he had been silent for too long. "Ah, yes! What was that about the island?"
"I need a cleanup crew," Aizen repeated, his tone slightly exasperated. "The corpses need to be dealt with before they cause an outbreak. Notify the nearest Marine branch."
"Oh, right! I'll handle it," Garp replied quickly. It was a simple matter to relay the request to a nearby base.
"But what about you, Aizen? What's your next move?"
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"With such a significant event, staying in the New World alone would draw too much attention," Aizen said thoughtfully. "I'll handle some personal matters first, then return to the branch for now."
Garp nodded on his end, though Aizen couldn't see it. The young swordsman's ability to calculate his moves so strategically impressed him. Aizen wasn't just a force of nature in battle—he was a tactician, always thinking ahead.
"Understood. I'll take care of the cleanup," Garp said.
"Good," Aizen replied, cutting the call.
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As the Den Den Mushi went silent, Garp leaned back in his chair, his expression grim.
"A twenty-year-old with Admiral-level potential… This era might be the most dangerous one yet."
With a sigh, he reached for another cup of tea, his thoughts lingering on the boy who was destined to shake the world.