understand one fact...The North Sea is my territory, and the rules here are the rules I set.As long as I don't allow it, no one can run wild in this place, not even the Celestial Dragons.Darren unleas...So the rumors are true, you're a millionaire.

Darren had just stepped into the yard when a low, smiling voice came from in front of him.

There was a big oak tree planted in the yard, and under its shade lay two beach chairs. A figure was lying leisurely on one of them.

"It's not a good habit to just barge into other people's yards."

Darren smiled.

Drogon shrugged and chuckled.

"Don't be so stingy, anyway, you can't finish living in such a big house by yourself."

For this persistent fellow, Darren couldn't do anything about it.

He lay down on the beach chair beside him, his deep eyes gazing peacefully at the starry sky of the night, gradually becoming lost in thought.

Seeing Darren not speak, the talkative Dorag couldn't help but start a conversation.

"Let me congratulate you on becoming the top trainee of this year's training camp."

This is just the beginning, don't forget that Kuzan is known as 'the monster'.

Darren said, glancing at Drax:

But, Major Drager, are you sure you won't go home

Drogon shook his head.

"No, I just had a fight with my old man and don't want to go back and face his grumpy expression."

"Oh" Darren replied absentmindedly, "What's all the fuss about"

Drogon lay on his belly, gazing at the stars, and sighed.

"I told the old man excitedly that I wanted to become a fleet admiral."

But he suddenly acted like a cat whose fur had been ruffled, making me give up on the idea. He said he wanted to be just like him, a vice admiral in the headquarters, free and easy. He even said that my personality wasn't suited for being fleet admiral.

By this point, Dorag's tone was one of discontent and grievance.

He may not want to climb the ranks, but that doesn't mean others don't.

He turned his head and looked at Darren.

"Darren, do you understand I grew up hearing my father's name. Everyone said I was the son of a Navy 'hero,' that I had the blood of a hero in me..."

"Don't you like it when others praise you for this" Darren suddenly interrupted him.

Doraemon was taken aback and hesitated, "

"Well, that's not exactly..."

He was a little indignant.

"Everyone has high expectations of me, but no one has ever asked what I want to do."

Darren rolled his eyes.

This is a typical problem for the rich second generation, to put it plainly, they are just bored from having enough food and money.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself.

So what do you want

Drogon's eyes lit up at this question, his interest piqued.

Well said!!

He suddenly shouted excitedly, nearly scaring Darren out of his skin.

"Darren, do you know I've had a dream since I was little."

Dora's eyes seemed to reflect the starry sky, shining exceptionally bright. Her face held the youthful exuberance and recklessness unique to a young man.

"I want to change the world!"

"Change the world"

Darren raised an eyebrow and quipped,

"I don't know what others think, but this world should be pretty good to you."

Bathed in the glow of being a 'hero', you possess a life of abundance that most people couldn't even dream of in a lifetime.

"As far as I know, you became a brilliant Rear Admiral at the age of fifteen, while I was just an ordinary private in the North Sea at fifteen, cleaning toilets and doing odd jobs for my superiors."

When you were fifteen, you were surrounded by the adoration of high-ranking naval officials and frequented by naval prodigies;

When I was fifteen, I wasn't hanging out with decent folks. Every day it was either thugs or gangsters and pirates trying to kill each other.

So, don't complain.

Dorgal's face flushed red, and he stammered:

"That... Darren, I didn't mean it that way."

Darren waved his hand and said:

So tell me, why do you want to change the world

Dorag took a deep breath and said slowly:

"Actually, when I was young, I lived in the East China Sea. It was a place called Windmill Village, as you might guess, there were many windmills there, you know"

Darren nodded, thinking to himself, "Of course I know, even better than you."

"My mother passed away when I was very young. My father, being busy with military duties, couldn't take care of me, so I was basically raised by the villagers in Fengche Village."

Dorag continued, his eyes gradually filling with memories.

“It was a very peaceful country, with no wars, no disasters, everything was wonderful.”

"Until one day, a large number of refugees floated in from the sea…"

His tone sank.

I will never forget that scene...Those refugees didn't have a good piece of flesh left on their bodies. Their shrunken skin was wrapped around their bones, looking like skeletons.

"The reason is that their country experienced a famine, coupled with the ravages of pirates, over half of the population died from starvation."

"Villagers tried to help them, but they were too weak and couldn't last long. They died soon after."

"You know, Darren... those refugee countries are only two days' journey from Windmill Village... They are separated by less than hundreds of miles, yet a gulf like heaven and hell has been created between them."

"At that moment, I thought to myself, if only my abilities were greater, if only I had more resources, maybe I could have saved them, wouldn't I"

"When you're a great general in the Shanghai army, no, even a naval admiral after that, you get more power and can move more troops. That way, you can better protect justice, right"

Dorag suddenly clenched his teeth and balled his fist, saying:

"I'm not saying that the old man's way is wrong. It's natural to fight pirates."

"But perhaps that's not all. Besides fighting pirates, what other things can we, as the righteous Marines, do"

"Protecting the weak, shielding civilians... isn't this what we Marines are supposed to do"

This is my dream!

He suddenly stood up.

"I want to change the world with the justice of the navy!"

"Let's make the world a happy place!"

At this point, Darren fell silent.

He turned his head, looking at Dorgal's still youthful profile, and suddenly understood.

At this age, Doflamingo still has high expectations for the Navy's justice...

But Drag, don't you think the disaster and misfortune of that country are really just because of natural disasters and pirates

Do you really think... that this world can be changed by the Navy

Perhaps Captain Sengoku's thinking was right.

Darren said something that left Dorag stunned.

"You are certainly not suited to be a Fleet Admiral, let alone an Admiral of the Fleet."

"Go home, it's late. I need to rest."

After finishing, Darren stood up from the beach chair and walked into the house.

At the moment the door closed, Darren uttered a last cryptic remark.

"Drogon, this world is far crueler than you can imagine... One day, you'll understand."

A naive and passionate youth will always hit a south wall, bruising his head until he learns from his mistakes.

Before that, no matter how much others said, it couldn't change his mind.

Bang!

The door closed impassively.

Only Dorag remained, standing there in stunned silence.

There was a long, long silence.

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This is the end of the paragraph. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Thank you all.

Here's a reminder, folks, that Darren's sense of justice is complex and far more nuanced than Ron's straightforward morality in the book.

This is also due to the growth experience.

Darren has no cheat codes, Ron has a system.

Darren climbed his way up from the bottom rung, while Ron was a military academy student who arrived as if blessed by the heavens.er. As long as he could stomach it, supply him with everything.Doflamingo was stunned.Before he could ask further, Darren spoke again:"That's how we'll handle this, Doflamingo. I'm glad you took the i...