At that moment, Wilbur slammed his hand on the edge of the ship, his neck veins bulging as he roared, "Ten times!!"

The cannonballs that had just left the cannon barrel instantly grew to ten times their original size, resembling giant iron balls, and hurtled straight towards the pirate ship.

Cyril still held onto hope.

That was a golden ship!

The closer he got, the more he realized how enormous the ship was. His pirate ship was already quite large, but compared to this golden ship, it was still far inferior.

Judging from his long experience of plundering, the paintings and sculptures on this golden ship must be made of gold!

And that statue at the bow of the ship must be made entirely of gold!

Such a golden ship suddenly appearing before him must be a reward from God, seeing how much suffering he was in his new world.

With this gold, he could change ships, purchase a better batch of weapons, and dominate the first half of the Grand Line!

Let those reckless colleagues fight it out in the new world. He'll rule the first half of the story!

"Captain, that ship seems to have a naval flag on it..."

Just as he was thinking this, a pirate looked ahead through binoculars and suddenly spoke.

"navy?"

Cyril paused for a moment, and was about to take a look through the binoculars when the sound of cannon fire startled him.

Suddenly, a dozen or so huge cannonballs appeared in the sky ahead!

Those shells weren't ordinary shells at all; they were much larger than regular shells!

Several of them were heading straight for their ship...