Sailing: A Retired Veteran Awakens with Genryusai Template

On the second floor of the doomed escort warship, Bai Ye's eyes flashed coldly.

This was it.

It was undoubtedly the most shocking scene he had witnessed since arriving in this world.

Slaves.

The Colosseum.

People punished with severed limbs, tied to beasts.

Everywhere he looked, unimaginable darkness.

There wasn't a single scene where basic rules or morality hadn't been trampled upon. Even though Bai Ye had encountered numerous cruel pirates in North Blue, none of their methods came close to the horrifying brutality before him.

His gaze eventually settled on the short, obese figure wearing a bubble atop his head. The man lay unconscious not far away.

The cold indifference in Bai Ye's eyes grew deeper.

Aside from seeking revenge on the World Government, Celestial Dragons—chief culprits in perpetuating the slave trade—had given Bai Ye another reason to ensure their downfall.

His resolve sharpened.

Not far from him, an albatross had landed on the ship's wall, twenty meters away. The bird busily snapped photos, diligently fulfilling its duty of capturing every detail while maintaining a cautious "safe" distance from Bai Ye.

Bai Ye's gaze flicked to the fainted Celestial Dragon, then to a small, cruelly designed knife lying nearby. Without hesitation, he picked it up.

Pinching it between two fingers, he flicked it toward the sleeping figure.

Whoosh!

The blade struck with precision.

"Ahhh!"

A piercing scream shattered the stillness as the figure jolted awake, writhing in pain.

"It hurts... it hurts! Damn it! Damn you all!"

His voice rose in a hysterical crescendo. "What's happening?! I'll have all those filthy commoners killed! Every last one of them! And their families—I'll turn them into slaves! I'll torture them to death!"

Veins bulged across his reddened forehead, his eyes bloodshot with rage.

Bai Ye watched silently, his expression unchanged. He picked up another blade from the ground.

Waking the Celestial Dragon wasn't an act of kindness. Bai Ye simply didn't want the man to die unaware. That would be too merciful.

The albatross nearby remained dutiful, snapping photos from all angles, capturing the gruesome details of the ruined escort ship.

"You... who are you?!" the Celestial Dragon, Saint Rothschild, finally managed to shout, his voice trembling with anger. "No, wait—what about that useless trash Rot?! Without my permission, how did you even get here?!"

Arrogance and entitlement dripped from every word.

In Saint Rothschild's mind, the man before him was nothing—a mere insect. After all, even Admirals, the Marines' highest-ranked officers, were nothing more than obedient dogs in his eyes.

But Bai Ye didn't respond. He didn't waste words.

Instead, he raised his blade, and in one swift motion, slashed downward.

For a moment, Saint Rothschild felt only warmth around his neck.

Blood.

Warm, bright red blood.

It flowed freely, staining his hands as he reached up instinctively to touch the source of the warmth.

His own blood.

Confusion clouded his face.

For someone born into the Celestial Dragons, the so-called "Creators of the World," the sight of his own blood was unfathomable. In the Holy Land, slaves and servants were executed for even the slightest mistake, ensuring no Celestial Dragon ever so much as scraped their skin.

But today...

Today, someone had dared to touch him.

As the blood continued to flow, so too did his life. The realization struck him like a thunderbolt.

Saint Rothschild's face contorted in fear, his voice trembling as he shouted, "You... you! What do you want? I can give you anything! Just stop this!"

"Slaves, wealth, status—whatever you want! Just stop the bleeding!"

His pleas grew desperate, his arrogance crumbling under the weight of his impending death.

But Bai Ye remained unmoved.

Saint Rothschild's thoughts spiraled. He couldn't comprehend why this man wouldn't take his offers.

Wealth? Status? Slaves?

Weren't these the things commoners desired most?

Didn't this fool understand the consequences of attacking a noble of the world?

With despair, anger, and confusion clouding his mind, Saint Rothschild's body finally went limp. He fell lifeless to the ground, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Bai Ye watched silently, not a flicker of emotion crossing his face.

There had been no interrogation. No attempt to negotiate or leverage the Celestial Dragon's life against the World Government.

Bai Ye was a man of his word.

He had told Rear Admiral Rot that the Celestial Dragon would join him in hell.

And now, both of them were on their way.

As for the consequences of killing a Celestial Dragon outright?

Bai Ye didn't care.

His hand instinctively rested on the hilt of Ryūjin Jakka at his waist.

His next destination was clear.

He wouldn't wait for the World Government to come to North Blue. He was going to the Grand Line himself.

Bai Ye's eyes flicked to the albatross, still snapping pictures diligently.

He allowed himself a faint smirk.

In a way, he was doing the World Government a favor. The entire world would soon know what had transpired here.