One Piece: Start as a mythical beast, practice to become stronger.

On the vast ocean, winds surged and clouds roiled in the sky, as if boiled by fury, creating an atmosphere of oppression and heaviness.

It was within this tense sea area that...

The next morning, the New Navy's carefully planned propaganda war quietly began.

The newspapers printed by the New Navy surged like a flood towards every corner of the world.

The content of the newspapers, as expected, directly targeted the World Government's weaknesses, exposing countless scandals, infuriating secrets, satirical illustrations, and cold, hard statistics.

Almost overnight, they spread rapidly, entering major cities and flying into the sight of the masses, like an unforeseen storm sweeping across the land.

And one of the masterminds behind all of this was Morgans.

He frowned, looking down at the pile of newspapers that had been sorted in front of him, feeling a burst of helplessness in his heart.

Originally, he was only invited to the New Navy base for an interview, preparing to write a feature report on Jin An—the leader of the New Navy, who had demonstrated extraordinary command ability and courage in recent battles, clearly a news figure worthy of his attention.

Who would have thought that as soon as he arrived, he would be dragged into this propaganda war that was about to affect the world?

Morgans sat in a simple office at the base, with mountains of newspapers piled in front of him and stacks of files and drafts he had quickly sorted out behind him.

He felt a sense of exhaustion, feeling like a tool being "forced" to help, but on the other hand, this high-intensity work also forced him to admit that he seemed to have been drawn into a bottomless vortex.

"I believe you also know that once the content of this newspaper spreads, it will greatly weaken the World Government's credibility and provide strong public opinion support for our actions."

Morgans pursed his lips, feeling somewhat complicated.

He knew that these people from the New Navy were not just simple warriors; they were also planning for the entire situation, paving the way for future victories.

However, this "forced" method and the strategies hidden behind it still made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"You guys are really shrewd; you can even think of this kind of thing."

Morgans exhaled, seemingly admiring the New Navy's boldness and efficiency.

He suddenly put down the newspaper in his hand, leaned back in his chair, and pondered for a moment.

"However, why do I feel like I'm just a tool man?"

He muttered softly, with a hint of jest in his eyes.

"I originally came for an interview, but now, I've become the New Navy's 'propaganda tool'."

"We need your expertise."

The other party didn't care about Morgans' complaints; instead, he said with a serious face,

"You are an expert in 'news'; your help makes our reports more weighty.

Otherwise, relying solely on us, it may not be possible to achieve the desired effect."

Morgans shrugged, realizing that he was powerless to refute and knew that he had no choice now.

"Okay, since you need it, then let me see how to make these 'news' more impactful."

He took a deep breath, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

"Let the world know the ugly face of the World Government, let every nerve of theirs feel tense; that's what I can do for you."

With that, he picked up a newspaper on the table again, calmed down, and began to carefully examine every report and every detail in it.

As the pen tip scratched across the paper, a strange sense of excitement gradually surged in his heart.

Perhaps this "propaganda war" was another form of the New Navy's battle, and he was a member of this battle.

At the same time, on the sea outside the base, huge ships were slowly advancing, carrying batches of newspapers filled with the truth, heading towards cities and villages in various sea areas.

Their arrival would break the silence and reveal the unknown dark side of the World Government.

This battle of public opinion had only just begun.

Morgans lowered his head, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Although he had long been accustomed to the hypocrisy and power struggles behind news reports, at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little anticipation, anticipating the changes this would bring, and anticipating that the pen in his hand could bring some shock to this sea area.

The newspapers fluttered in the wind, emitting the smell of fresh ink; almost every newspaper was like an explosive news package, carrying the World Government's unhideable scandals and conspiracies, and began to quietly penetrate into every corner.

As the content of the newspapers gradually became known to the world, the reactions in various places began to be intense and complex, like throwing a stone into the water, stirring up layers of waves.

......

In a bustling port city, the street market was lively, with people bargaining in front of stalls, the cries of vendors and the bustling footsteps interweaving into a daily scene.

However, when a peddler carrying a newspaper walked into the market and shouted in his somewhat hoarse voice:

"Quick, look! The World Government's latest scandal has been exposed!"

As soon as his voice fell, the people around him stopped what they were doing and turned to his pile of newspapers.

An old man among them pinched a newspaper with his wrinkled fingers and examined it carefully in front of his eyes.

A look of astonishment appeared on his face:

"What? The World Government has been hiding so many scandals?"

The old man muttered to himself, his eyes flashing with disbelief, his fingers trembling unconsciously.

Several people next to him came over to take a look, and their expressions gradually became angry.

Someone cursed in a low voice:

"These politicians are all liars; how dare they do such a thing!"

Another person couldn't help but shake his head:

"I never thought that there would be such a thing, hidden so tightly."

On the other side of the city, in a dimly lit bar, the clinking of bottles echoed, and low music lingered around.

A burly man sat in the corner, holding a bottle of wine, staring blankly at a report in the newspaper, muttering in a low voice:

"The World Government has fallen; it seems this is our real opportunity."

A sneer hung on the corner of his mouth, but a hint of imperceptible excitement surfaced in his eyes, as if he saw a long-lost dawn of victory.

At the same time, in an upscale restaurant in another city, several well-dressed politicians were sitting around a luxurious dining table.

The plates on the table were exquisite, and the glasses were filled with red wine, the atmosphere seemingly harmonious.

However, when one of the older men saw the content disclosed in the newspaper, his face suddenly changed, his lips tightened, and his eyes flickered:

"No, impossible.

This can't be real, right? This is simply an insult to all of us."

He slammed the newspaper on the table, and the people around him were stunned, the atmosphere freezing at once.

Another middle-aged politician looked at the newspaper, his eyes filled with anger and incomprehension:

"How could these reports have leaked out?

This is not how we should have handled it; it's too careless."

He suppressed his emotions and said in a low voice.

"If these contents really spread, the World Government's reputation will be completely ruined!"

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