I, Broly, began by destroying the pirate world.

46. ​​Eunuch Mo, the personal eunuch

"Sir, you know me well. I'm a germaphobe and I want to be first in line."

Tezzolo's expression resembled that of The Mask, and he stuck out his tongue in a mocking manner.

The hundreds of his men around immediately started a commotion, their boos mixed with laughter.

Broly couldn't help but chuckle, casually waving his hand to indicate that everyone should do as they pleased, then turned and headed towards the heart of the Kingdom of Sorbet, intending to take a stroll.

With Broly gone, Tezzolo, who was in first place, no longer concealed himself. He slowly unbuckled his belt and approached the Gringu Palace, where he had been the most arrogant person in the Holy Land.

No one else competed with him for the first spot, since even if Broly hadn't said it, the other slaves acknowledged Tesoro's status as his number one underling.

Meanwhile, Tiger, Rouge, and the other normal people had quietly retreated to the periphery.

Seeing Tezzolo unbuckle his belt and begin to raise the flag, Gringu Palace was so frightened that its body went limp.

This intimidation was even more terrifying than when he first faced Broly in Mary Geoise!

"Don't come any closer...don't come any closer! Help! Help me!"

Her voice was much sharper than before, but it was still filled with despair.

Tezzolo let out an arrogant laugh, his steps unwavering, his tone full of amusement: "Scream, scream even more pitifully. I, Gild Tezzolo, hate seeing people grovel and beg for mercy the most."

Not far away, Broly faintly heard screams and the clatter of playing cards behind him, and his wicked smile became even more exaggerated.

Is this the thrill of power? It's truly captivating!

That night, the palace of the Kingdom of Sorbe was brightly lit, but the oppressive atmosphere and fear that filled the hall could not be dispelled.

The current King Berkeley, along with his ministers and guards, all stood trembling and silent in the hall, their eyes fixed on Broly on the throne.

The boy was eating heartily without any regard for his image, as the palace maids brought out all sorts of delicious food.

He kept stuffing it into that seemingly bottomless stomach, almost without stopping.

One of the ministers standing next to Beckley couldn't contain himself any longer and muttered in a low voice, "Where did all the food he ate go...?"

"Shut up! You piece of trash!"

Berkeley trembled with fear, then kicked the minister in return, his voice barely audible, "If that devil hears us, we'll all die!"

Half an hour earlier, Beckley had received an urgent report that the Kingdom's army he had sent to suppress the rebels had been completely wiped out.

Before he could recover from his panic, Broly walked in and his first words were, "Bring up the food."

With just one glance, Beckley knew who had destroyed the Kingdom's army.

But he didn't dare utter a single word of resistance. He could only try his best to please the devil, immediately ordering the cook to prepare dinner, hoping that the devil would eat and drink his fill and leave his country as soon as possible.

Fortunately, Broly hasn't done anything else so far.

"Report--!"

A guard stumbled into the palace.

Beckley nearly fainted with anger—he had secretly given orders that no one was allowed to disturb the palace no matter what happened, lest they provoke this lord!

Beckley's eyes gleamed with hatred, as if he wanted to kill the guard.

The guard shuddered in fright and hurriedly explained, "There's a birdman outside! He says... he insists on seeing Lord Broly!"

Broly, who had just stuffed a piece of roasted venison into his mouth, slowly raised his head upon hearing this, his voice muffled from chewing: "Let him in."

Soon, a figure wrapped in feathers slowly walked into the palace.

[Big News] Morgans.

Beckley's expression changed instantly.

As the king of a member state of the World Government, how could he not know this guy's identity?

Morgans bowed deeply to Broly across the table, his utmost humility stirring a storm within Berkeley.

That guy... switched sides with Broly?

Broly took a sip of juice, swallowed the meat in his mouth, and casually asked, "How's it going?"

Morgans rubbed his feather-covered hands, looking every bit like a sycophantic eunuch. "Those guys in Tesoro are having a blast even more than I imagined. The Five Elders and the Knights of God are all immortal, so they can't be broken no matter what they do. Even if they get too big, they can always pull back. Of course, this is all thanks to Your Excellency's wise decision!"

Broly couldn't help but laugh out loud at the flattery.

Meanwhile, Beckley and his ministers stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning.

They knew that two of the Five Elders, as well as the leader of the God Knights, the World Government's strongest fighting force, had been captured by Broly.

But what the heck are "it never breaks no matter how you play with it" and "it shrinks back even when it gets big"?

I feel like I've heard something terrible. Will the World Government hunt me down?

Morgans, oblivious to the reactions of those around him, moved closer to Broly and handed him a heavy newspaper: "Sir, this is the newspaper to be published tomorrow. Are you satisfied with it?"

In the past, world governments required newspapers to submit a copy of the content they wanted before publishing it, for prior approval.

Now, Broly is receiving the same treatment.

Broly took the newspaper and casually flipped through it, his brow furrowing unconsciously. "Is it censored?"

This newspaper was more like a comic book, with the entire page densely covered with photos and very little text. The content was about the various scenes of the three Greene and his companions being brutally attacked by Rape.

What annoyed Broly was that the three Celestial Dragons of the Grass Trio, as well as Tesoro and the others who were opening the grass, had their necks and below completely covered with thick mosaics.

"What the hell is so interesting about this?"

Broly said unhappily.

Blurring is indeed a bad practice.

He originally planned to make the performance, like the execution of Roger or the Battle of Marineford, a live video broadcast to the world.

Morgans had already said that the Den Den Mushi, which could transmit images in real time, was currently monopolized by the World Government and would not be easy to obtain in the short term.

Vegapunk never developed the live Den Den Mushi.

After some discussion, Broly reluctantly agreed to disclose the matter to the world through a comic book series.

Seeing Broly's displeasure, Morgans quickly bowed and apologized: "Sir, this is a censored version. We were mainly worried that the images might offend your eyes. The official version released tomorrow will certainly not be like this."

Upon hearing this, Broly's pupils contracted slightly, and then he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

He finally understood why emperors in his previous life liked to favor eunuchs.

How could I not succeed if I go to such lengths to make you happy?

"Hahaha! Well done! You did a great job!"

This was the first time Broly had genuinely praised someone since arriving in this pirate world.

Seeing Broly in such a good mood, Morgans' eyes gleamed, and he quickly pressed his advantage, "M-Sir, once the report is published tomorrow, I will be completely on the opposite side of the Navy and the World Government, and my future looks bleak..."

"and then?"

Broly casually tossed a grape into his mouth, chewed it, and looked up at him, clearly seeing through his thoughts.

Morgans was overjoyed and quickly said, "Please, sir, allow the World News Economic Daily to join your ranks! It's not that I'm afraid of death, but I'm worried that if I die, I'll no longer be able to serve you!"

Upon hearing this, Broly laughed even more exaggeratedly.