Cass's roar was so loud that the anger contained in it was visible to the naked eye, and even the white air behind him rolled several times, indicating his intense emotional fluctuations.
"What's wrong?" Wilbur asked curiously.
"Listen to yourself!"
Cass handed the headphones to Wilbur with an angry look on his face. The latter took it and put it on his head. After only a moment, he closed his eyes and spoke lightly.
"hehe..."
As if he was having a sweet dream, Wilbur laughed. After about a few minutes, he frowned, opened his eyes and took off the headphones.
He stared at the earphones with an extremely complicated expression on his face. He looked yearning for a while, then twisted and angry for a while, and finally he could only raise his head and let out a long sigh:
"How wonderful it would be if it were true..."
As he spoke, he loosened his grip and dropped the earphones directly.
Inlawa bared his teeth when he saw the earphone falling, and flew over to catch the earphone that was about to fall. His body rolled twice on the ground, holding the earphone and yelling angrily: "What are you doing!"
"nothing..."
Wilbur looked down at Inlava and said, "I just feel that this kind of thing has no practical significance to us."
"It makes no sense why you want to listen!"
Inlava’s teeth were almost broken:
"As expected, you bastards don't understand what Utopia is at all. I thought you would become my comrades, but even if you reject my kindness, you still want to insult Utopia! The lackeys of the World Government are the lackeys of the World Government. If you don’t understand this ideal, you don’t deserve it!”
Hearing this, Cass raised his head, narrowed his eyes, looked up at Inlawa, and said word by word:
"Are we not worthy?"
The white air behind him was so arrogant that it looked like it was going to explode.
"We don't deserve it?!"
Inlava was about to answer when he heard Cass's voice getting louder. He subconsciously looked up and saw the bearded man staring at him. In addition to endless anger, his eyes were full of anger. It's somewhat unclear what the meaning is.
Like... extremely insulted.
That look was seen by Lava. Whenever someone insulted Utopia on the sea, they would have the same look, but not as intense as the bearded man.
“We don’t deserve it?!”
The bearded man repeated it again, his voice getting higher.
He stared at Inlawa and said slowly: "Tell me, what do you see in this so-called Utopia!"
Being stared at like this, Yinlava responded obediently: "Of course there are many. All races live together in harmony. No one will discriminate against anyone. There are many people who are willing to fight with me every day. On the sea, everyone fights for me." We are striving together to realize the ideal hometown..."
"That's all?" Cass asked.
Yinlava nodded, and his voice couldn't help but become a little weaker: "That's all..."
"Donald!"
Cass yelled without looking back, "Get someone to wake up!"
Donald held the Jumonji Gun in one hand, turned around and walked to the rear. From among the defeated pirates, he picked up a less injured one, woke him up, and then brought it over.
"I ask you!"
Cass turned to stare at the man and said, "What is your ideal hometown?!"
The pirate was stunned and dizzy. As soon as he woke up, he saw a bearded man staring at him. For some reason, he didn't dare not answer, so he took advantage of the situation and said:
"Yes, I can plunder freely. I have a lot of treasures and many women. I am a hero in my hometown..."
Cass no longer looked at him, but turned to Inlawa and said: "It's OK..."
decide what?
Before Inlawa could ask any questions, he heard Cass say something that made him extremely angry:
"You are not ideal, you are just fantasy!!"
Inlava opened his eyes and said angrily: "Why do you say that we are utopian! We also work hard for our own ideals. The ultimate goal of Utopia is that everyone has the right to dream freely. We, People can live in their ideals every day and can freely realize their dreams!”
"I'm not like you, who only focus on such ugly realities. The name Utopia is Lady Hong's wish. She wants everyone on the sea to be happy. What a great cause this is, how can you understand? !”
Cass didn't say much, he just asked him: "What do you want to eat?"
"Ah?" Yinlava was stunned for a moment, not hearing something clearly: "What?"
"Let me ask you, what do you want to eat?"
"Of course it's to eat!"
Yinlava said matter-of-factly: "Meat is also okay!"
"Who will produce, no, to put it more simply, who will cook?"
Cass looked down at him, his expression becoming more and more disdainful, "When you eat, you always have to have cooked food. You can eat raw food. What about other people in your so-called ideal land? They want to eat cooked food. Who will do it?" Do?"
"Of course I'll do it myself." Yinlava was a little impatient, "What on earth do you want to ask!"
Cass's eyes widened, and his voice turned into a roar. The roar even shook his own beard:
"It's very simple. What I want to ask is, are you eating in reality or in your dreams?!!"
"Of course you have to eat in reality, dreams can't satisfy you..."
Yinlava continued to speak, but before he could finish his words, the last word "stomach" got stuck, and he froze there, lying motionless on the ground, his whole body stiff.
"Dreams don't fill your stomach, do they?"
Cass' tone became extremely calm, "So, where does the food come from for so many people? Can your dreams, your utopia, be transformed into food?"
Inlawa shook his head subconsciously, but felt something was wrong and defended: "We will find a way to get food."
"What method? Rob? Steal? Lie?"
Cass said without blinking: "When everyone is in Utopia, who is willing to work, who is willing to cook, and who is willing to prepare enough food for you..."
"Where to live? Should the house be repaired if it breaks down? Who will repair it? Where are the repair materials? Who will stop it if there is danger? You? But how much can you stop?"
The bearded man suddenly laughed and spread his hands, "Oh, I understand, it's a dream. As long as you can dream, it doesn't matter. Life or death doesn't matter. As long as you can dream, it doesn't matter if you take care of the dangers of housing. Dreams can give you Everything. Your biggest dream is actually to have a good dream!"
"You are not allowed to insult Utopia!"
Inlawa finally couldn't bear it any more and jumped to attack Cass.
Donald on the side was holding the Jumonji Gun tightly and was about to take action when suddenly an afterimage moved faster and pressed Inlawa's head with one hand.
"ten times!""
boom! !
Wilbur held down the side of Inlawa's face with one hand and slammed him into the ground, making a hole in the ground.
"Don't move." Wilbur pressed his head and said calmly.
No matter how Inlava moved, he could not break away from Wilbur's big hand. The power of this mustache navy was so huge!
Wilbur has been eating the 'Twice Fruit' for some time, and he is also actively practicing. His strength has long surpassed that before, and his ability to make objects ten times larger has now been developed in a deeper level. , is no longer limited to the existence of 'objects'.
He doesn't have the acceleration of Cass's 'Speed Fruit', but his body can be strengthened ten times, and by the way, his strength will also be increased.
But now, Wilbur simply separated this 'power' from his body and enhanced it tenfold alone.
Coupled with Cass's own ten times speed, it is naturally fast and fierce.
"Am I insulting Utopia?"
Cass shook his head, then straightened his eyes and shouted:
"You are just dreaming! You have no substantive actions at all and can you imagine a world of love and peace based on your imagination! That is fake, all false! Even your dreams are different, each one is different. Classes have completely different dreams! What does this mean..."
"Nobles have dreams of nobles, commoners have dreams of commoners, beggars have dreams of beggars, and pirates have dreams of pirates. Your class is even less mobile! Nobles can even dream of becoming a Celestial Dragon and the king of a powerful country. , and civilians may only be able to do what they want as long as they are not taxed, and they will still be in the same class, or even make a bigger leap!"
"Why should that kind of thing be called an ideal! It's just a fantasy! Utopia! Fortunately, I was just thinking about whether there are Mr. Clow's comrades in the sea, and even realize the ideal earlier than Mr. Clow. That may be better than Mr. Clow is more... Forgive me for the offensive words, he may be greater than Mr. Clow, but now that I think about it, I was wrong. I feel very guilty. I deeply feel the guilt for Mr. Clow! Also! You insulted me!!"
"How can your kind of utopianism be compared with people like us who have been practicing our ideals in reality! Is it enough to just rely on dreaming? Mr. Clow once said to a person, let him embrace ugliness, and now I want to do the same explain..."
Yinlava's eyes were always staring at Cass. He stretched out his finger and pointed his index finger directly at the sky. The figure in the navy cape suddenly became very tall at that moment, and a white and red color was visible to the naked eye. The torrent rises into the sky!
"Give up your fantasies!!!"
Cass stretched out his finger and pointed directly at the sky. His voice shook the wilderness: "Ideals are realized through practice, not imagined! In this world, Mr. Clow is the only one who is great and sacred!"
Immediately, Yinlava rolled his eyes, trying not to be stunned.
That kind of smell...
Overlord color!
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