Pirate I have global satellite positioning

Chapter 291 Everyone Will Kneel Down
"What exactly do you want? In what direction do you want to change the world?"

"Even if you defeat the World Government, the Four Emperors will not affect your rule?"

The redhead took a deep breath, stared at Stan, and asked deeply.

Before, he thought he had seen through Stan, and thought that Stan just wanted money and the highest power.

But now it seems that he still underestimates Stan, what Stan wants is not only these.

Now that we are talking openly today, let's just ask clearly.

Even if he couldn't get out of the upside-down mountain, he recognized it.

"Well, that's an interesting question."

Stan paused for a moment, then shrugged and smiled.

Red hair is still kind of interesting!Is this the one who destroyed him in the past?
"Sure enough! Ideals can't be hidden, and I always want to talk to someone."

Stan shook his head, he actually had a deep interest in talking, and wanted to tell others loudly about his ideals.

"Forget it, let me tell you, there's nothing you can do anyway."

With a self-deprecating smile, Stan did not suppress the conversation.

Lonely!No one can understand him, who can experience this kind of loneliness?

It's impossible for a redhead to understand him either, but it doesn't hurt to talk about ideals.

"Well, where does that begin? Here's the thing."

Stan took out three bottles of wine, threw them to the two of them respectively, and took a big gulp himself first.

"Everyone in the world knows that Whitebeard will never let anyone who hurts his son go."

"And you redhead, no matter what the reason is, you will never let anyone hurt your friend."

"Sounds, isn't it extremely beautiful? People can't help but feel admiration?"

Stan thought for a while, and asked the two of them back.

"However, if these two sentences are translated, can they be understood?"

"Only Whitebeard's son, and your friends, can hurt others, but others can't resist?"

After another sip of wine, Stan asked back with a sneer.

"Don't try to refute, that's what you did, and I didn't say you were wrong."

"I don't think it's wrong to help relatives or not to help. This is human nature."

Redhead tries to retort, but Stan interrupts him with a wave of his hand.

"You are pirates, and you respect the strong, and the strong have the absolute right to speak."

"This approach can strengthen the cohesion and sense of belonging of the pirates."

"You can become stronger and stronger, and attract more strong people to join. This is understandable."

Stan nodded, agreeing with this approach.

He doesn't just mean the white beard and red hair, any pirate does.

It was the captain's duty to help his own crew, and he couldn't fault it.

"But what about those who have been harmed? Where are their human rights?"

"Isn't it ridiculous that the word human rights will come from the strongest mouth in the world?"

Stan took another sip of his drink, shaking his head self-deprecatingly and asking.

Human rights, in the world of pirates, he did not see any manifestation of human rights.

The redheads are better, they won't bully the common people and the weak, and they can treat each other as equals.

But other people with a little strength can run amok.

Even more excessive than the capitalists in the previous life, there is almost no law here.

"Maybe you want to say that the strong strive to become strong, and the weak can also seek to improve themselves."

"The world is ruled by the strong, and the weak deserve it."

Without giving the redheads a chance to speak, Stan says all they have to say.

The concept of the law of the jungle, the red-haired 12-year-old pirate, was deeply imprinted in his mind.

He does not bully the weak, nor does he have the desire to sympathize with the weak.

"Then, what I think is"

"If the weak have to kneel to survive, why don't the strong kneel?"

"Since you want to kneel, let's kneel at the feet of the strongest person together."

"For the strongest me, you strong people are no different from the weak."

"You don't give the weak the right to stand, why should I let you stand?"

Stan dropped the empty bottle and stood up looking down at the redheads.

The powerful breath of the world surged out from Stan, and the air immediately became sticky.

The color of the wind and cloud changed, a hole opened in the atmosphere, and the sun shone down unhindered.

Stan was bathed in the sun, and the reflected golden light shone like a god-man.

"Kneel down."

Stan spit out two words flatly, stretched out his hand and pressed towards the two of them.

Endless pressure came from all directions for the two of them, and they knelt down unstoppably.

Stan has become more and more adept at controlling the infinite power in his body.

Even if he doesn't use the ability to write sharing eyes now, no one can resist his move.

That's what he thinks, he wants the whole world to kneel.

He uses satellites every day to see what's happening around the world.

The strong, those with power and wealth, wantonly bully the weak, and they may not be able to live on their knees.

He is the strongest one, and he will have the highest power and the most money.

Anyone in front of him is pitifully weak, there is no distinction between strong and weak.

Since the weak must kneel to survive, those who think they are strong should also kneel together.

If everyone kneels, everyone in this world is relatively equal.

It's too hard to get everyone to stand up, but he can get everyone to kneel.

"Isn't this very good? The weak should kneel down and ask for perfection, and you think so too."

"Whether it's the strong or the weak, they don't think kneeling is wrong."

"Then all kneel down, and no one can live standing up."

Looking at the two red-haired people who were kneeling, Stan smiled lightly and put away his momentum.

Even if his words are spread across the sea, no weak person will want to stand up.

Even, if he said that as long as he kneels at his feet, he can live a better life than the strong, the weak will ask for it.

This is the way the world is, and Stan sees it clearly, and he abandons the idea of ​​people standing up.

"One Piece is the freest person in the sea, and he is the only one who is free."

"Me too, I'm the only one standing."

"Because I will defeat the World Government, the power I deserve."

Heaved a sigh of relief, Stan felt a lot more relieved, and he couldn't vomit!

For this twisted world, Stan is really disappointed.

The dream of One Piece sounds great and amazing.

But after staying in this world for a long time, Stan understands that this is also a selfish dream.

It's not that there's something wrong with it, it's human nature to be selfish, so he can be selfish too.

The red hair doesn't want him to eliminate all the pirates, which is also a manifestation of selfishness.

"Is that so? You are really crazy!"

The redhead struggled to stand up and glanced at Stan with a wry smile.

There is nothing to say, what Stan said is very reasonable, the weak are kneeling to survive.

And for Stan, who is not weak?Who is qualified to stand in front of him?

Everyone longs to stand, wants to be free, but kneels down involuntarily.

If you kneel at Stan's feet, you can live well, and not many people will resist Stan.

(End of this chapter)