Chapter 11: Big News Morgans
New World.
This is a very interesting place.
Chaotic and mad magnetic fields, eerie and dangerous sea areas, strange creatures and plants, and that island hiding the Pirate King’s treasure—【Raftel】, which cannot be found by normal means, plus the Four Emperors, the Seven Warlords, the magnates of the Dark World······
Natural, man-made, intertwined causes and effects forge the irresistible charm of the New World.
A certain island, this is the headquarters of the World Economic News Agency.
The glow of the sunset shines through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows into this massive office accommodating over a hundred cubicles, reminding the editors, reporters, and other assorted staff nearly dying of overwork in their cramped cubicles that it is time to get off work and rest.
But,
No one got up to leave.
Everyone sat diligently working at their desks in their chairs,
The World Economic Newspaper, as the world’s best-selling newspaper, is the undisputed king of the news industry; even the major newspapers sponsored by the World Government, their combined sales still cannot compare to the popularity of the World Economic Newspaper.
Therefore, the status of the newspaper company naturally rises with the tide; every year countless editors and reporters who consider themselves geniuses flock to the headquarters of the World Economic Newspaper. The pressure of working here is imaginable; to secure their jobs, everyone here squeezes their potential to the limit.
Guys who get off work in the evening absolutely won’t last long here.
“President!”
“Big News!”
Suddenly, a new employee who had just put down the Den Den Mushi in his hand jumped up and rushed to the president’s office amid countless envious gazes.
“The Second Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, ‘Blue Horn’ Gyo, dies of illness······ Hmm, it’s decent news, but it still lacks real appeal!” The ‘bird man’ sitting in the huge boss chair flipped through the manuscript handed over by the employee.
“Dies of illness······ Ah! This is absolutely the most boring way to die, too little buzz; this kind of death won’t spark much interest in buying our newspaper······”
“Then, should we change it? Like, say he was poisoned?”
The employee boldly suggested.
“Hey hey, Richard, my dear partner, do you want to see my newspaper company razed to the ground?” The bird man, that is, the president of the World Economic News Agency, known as “Big News Morgans,” Morgans, vigorously waved his arms that resembled wings, using this exaggerated gesture to express his feelings.
“Whitebeard, that’s Whitebeard; do you think if Whitebeard saw someone fabricating the cause of his son’s death, he wouldn’t come over and crush us one by one right here?”
“Get out! Idiot.”
Morgans shooed away the utterly stupid newbie and had already sentenced this recently hired newcomer to death in his mind; his newspaper didn’t need fools whose heads weren’t clear. Directly insulting Whitebeard would only anger Whitebeard’s sons, but slandering Whitebeard’s son would anger Whitebeard himself.
The World Economic News Agency became the uncrowned king of the news industry not just because of Morgans’ ability to capture big news, but more importantly, his ability to handle intelligence involving big shots far more powerful than him. He always managed to report shocking big news without offending certain big figures above his status.
“Young people nowadays are truly one generation worse than the last; how can they be so stupid? Is his brain made of stone?”
Morgans crumpled the manuscript into a ball and tossed it into the wastebasket.
Then,
He picked up another piece of information he hadn’t finished reading.
“Eckmond Kingdom······ Ghost Sword Venkura, Strangling Ghost Farrug, Black Beast Tadra······ Hey hey, aren’t these guys all Umit’s subordinates? Is Umit planning to go to war with Whitebeard?”
Big News Morgans.
And news, at its root, is intelligence.
As the president of the World Economic News Agency, the intelligence Morgans has is no less than that of professional information brokers, and in some of the latest intelligence, he even surpasses them.
The war between Eckmond Kingdom and Amento Kingdom.
In the New World, this hardly counts as a major event, far less attention-grabbing than the news of the Whitebeard Pirates’ Second Division Commander dying of illness, but Morgans has the latest intelligence on this war—for example, at this time, Eckmond Kingdom’s reinforcements should already be fighting Umit’s subordinates.
“Umit······ You’ve kicked an iron plate this time!”
Morgans opened the drawer and took out a thick file folder.
He opened the file folder,
And took out a thick stack of documents.
The top document had a headshot photo, unmistakably of Elus.
“Sokachio Elus, first crown prince of Eckmond Kingdom······” Morgans looked at the information, narrowing his bird eyes. He had been paying attention to Sokachio Elus for five years; during these five years, more than ten big pirates with bounties over 100 million had mysteriously died, and three powerhouses with bounties over 500 million had vanished without a trace, and in each of these events, he always saw Elus’ name appear.
Out of a newsman’s intuition, he latched onto the name of this seemingly insignificant little person.
Then,
After five years of tracking and investigation, regrettably, no concrete evidence was found to prove that Elus possessed the strength to kill powerhouses with bounties over 500 million—not even a single photo from combat was captured.
But this did not dispel Morgans’ suspicions.
On the contrary,
He grew increasingly interested in this enigmatic prince who hid his talents so deeply; he had even instinctively concluded that Elus was absolutely a ‘super-large Sea King’ lurking beneath the deep sea, a rising star at just twenty years old—this was no bullshit Pirate Supernova hyped up in recent years.
This was a true star still concealing its brilliance; once it began to shine, perhaps the landscape of the New World would change because of it?
After all, Whitebeard was no longer young, and unlike that monster Garp, according to his exclusive intelligence, Whitebeard’s physical condition had been declining in recent years. Although he had not shown any signs of weakness yet, how much longer this strength could last was unknown.
Perhaps,
In the near future, the New World would usher in another major reshuffle, just like after the battle of God’s Valley, when the invincible Rocks Pirates vanished into smoke, but from the corpse of that former emperor, a new emperor was born and ascended to that lofty throne.
“Umit, will you be the first sacrifice to witness the birth of a new emperor?”
Morgans grew excited.
“Let me take a good look! Mysterious Your Highness the Prince, are you a fleeting meteor or a truly shining star?”
