Super Card System

As Ian was busy directing the ships in the harbor to clear the congestion, several hundred nautical miles away from the massive Golden City ship, a Navy warship was sailing at full speed with its sails fully unfurled.

Inside the spacious cabin of the warship, a Navy communications officer held the receiver of a Den Den Mushi, repeatedly responding, “Yes, sir! Yes, sir!” He then saluted sharply before hanging up the receiver, turning swiftly to rush out of the communications room.

He ran through the ship’s corridors, heading towards the innermost cabin. However, two armed Navy soldiers stood guard at the door, blocking his way. They raised a finger to their lips, signaling for silence, and whispered, “Wait a moment, Admiral Arest is in the middle of prayer!”

The communications officer had no choice but to wait outside, pacing anxiously back and forth.

But at that moment, a voice from inside the cabin called out, “Child, do you have something to report? Come in!”

The officer quickly pushed open the cabin door and stepped inside, standing at attention and saluting. “Sir Arest, we’ve just received an urgent message from the World Government!”

“Oh?” A man clad in a white clerical robe turned to face him.

He appeared to be in his fifties, wearing a pair of sunglasses, and was completely bald with a gleaming scalp. However, his bald head was covered in green tattoos that extended from the sides of his head down to his cheeks, neck, and even further beneath his collar, hinting at a large, intricate design that continued across his body.

A closer look at the complex tattoo patterns revealed that they were vivid depictions of angels. Around his neck hung a thick gold chain, at the end of which was a large crucifix.

The Bible! The book in this man’s hands was identical to the one always seen with Bartholomew Kuma!

The man’s features were fierce, giving off the impression of someone with the demeanor of a militant. However, the crucifix, the Bible, and the clerical robe he wore unmistakably marked him as a priest.

This was Arest, a 54-year-old priest from the Holy Garments Church of the Church Nation in the New World, and the first individual selected as a Navy Admiral through the World Government and Navy’s ongoing “World Conscription Plan.”

Hearing the communications officer’s words, Arest smiled and asked, “What do they want me to do?”

However, as soon as the officer saw his smile, he couldn’t help but shiver, an inexplicable chill running down his spine.

It was hard to avoid feeling uneasy— Arest’s appearance starkly contrasted with his role. Although he smiled, it gave off an incredibly menacing vibe.

The communication officer, now so nervous that his teeth were chattering, stammered as he reported, “A- admiral Arest, the World Government has instructed me to inform you that your appointment may need to be postponed.”

“Has something happened, my child?” Arest continued to smile as he asked.

“Y-Yes! Revolutionary Dragon has appeared on the Gran Tesoro, the Golden City!” the officer reported. “But Tesoro and the World Government intelligence agents on board failed to capture him, and instead suffered heavy losses. The Golden City is currently in chaos, and a member of the World Noble Drosselrode family is trapped there. They have just sent a distress signal to the World Government. Although the Navy has already dispatched three warships from the nearest base, none of them have Admiral-level forces on board. Even if an Admiral were sent now, they wouldn’t be able to reach the Golden City in time. Our ship, which is escorting you to Navy Headquarters, is the closest to the Golden City, so the World Government hopes that your assignment can be postponed, and that you can proceed to the Golden City to provide support!”

“Hohahaha!” Arest burst into laughter after hearing the officer’s explanation. “Interesting, I didn’t expect that they’d plan to send me into action so soon after being conscripted!”

The communication officer wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said softly, “Please forgive me, the situation has escalated suddenly. The World Government is furious because former Warlord Black Dragon Ian is also in the Golden City, something that the Golden Emperor Tesoro failed to report to the government. The situation is now completely out of control…”

“Black Dragon Ian, a former Warlord!?” Arest turned back in surprise, “Is he the one with black flaming wings from the Battle of Edd war sea?”

“Yes, that’s him!” The communication officer nodded.

“In that case, let’s change course and head there!” Arest, after confirming Ian’s name, showed a curious expression on his face and added, “By the way, since I’m to appear as a Navy Admiral, have they prepared an Admiral’s uniform for me on board?” ℞�

“Y-Yes, they have!” The communication officer quickly nodded. “It’s in the wardrobe in your room!”

Arest nodded in satisfaction and said nothing more. He put down the Bible in his hand, turned around, and opened the wardrobe. When he saw the crisp white Navy Admiral uniform hanging inside, a pleased smile appeared on his face.

“White, my favorite color. Not bad…” Arest muttered to himself. Without hesitation, he removed his clerical robe, revealing a muscular and fit physique.

The communication officer, not expecting Arest to change clothes so abruptly, quickly turned his back, not daring to look.

However, even though he turned away, the officer caught a fleeting glimpse of the massive tattoo on Arest’s back. Though he didn’t see it clearly, he got a general impression: the tattoo depicted an angel with wings, thrusting a sword into a demon with black wings.

Once Arest had finished dressing and draped the Navy coat over his shoulders, he stood before the mirror in the room, satisfied with his appearance.

Seeing Arest in such a good mood, the communication officer cautiously tried to flatter him, saying, “Admiral Arest, you truly look perfect in the Navy uniform…”

However, before he could finish his sentence, the words caught in his throat, and he nearly choked.

Because at that moment, Arest suddenly removed his sunglasses, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes!

They weren’t bloodshot eyes—they were true crimson irises!

The communication officer’s first reaction upon seeing those eyes was sheer terror. For some reason, he felt an overwhelming sense of bloodlust emanating from them.

He gulped nervously, unable to suppress his fear.

After Arest put his sunglasses back on, concealing his eyes, he turned around and signaled the communication officer to follow him as he exited his cabin.

Dressed in white shoes, white trousers, and a white Navy coat, with a Bible held firmly in his hands, Arest strode down the passageway. His coat sleeves billowed as he walked, and every Navy soldier he passed quickly snapped to attention, saluting to let him through.

At that moment, Arest exuded a chilling aura that warned others to keep their distance. By the time he reached the deck, the entire ship’s crew was cautiously avoiding him.

“Set sail! Course: Golden City!”

“Aye, sir!” The Navy soldiers stomped their feet in unison, saluting and shouting in response.

As the crew busied themselves with turning the ship, Arest gazed out over the deep blue sea. Placing his hand on the cover of the Bible, he murmured, “The Lord says: The devil has come to Earth, leading people astray, turning them against God, refusing to heed His word. Now this world will face judgment, and the ruler of this world shall be cast out. There will be an agent who drives the devil away from God’s presence, restoring God’s glory!”

As Arest recited these words, his tone grew increasingly fervent. He declared, “The demon has appeared, so let me be the one to drive it out!”

“I shall be the Lord’s agent. My name is Arest—the White Wolf, Arest!”

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