The Truth Behind the Three Divine Artifacts
The images on the Sky Screen lit up again.
The color scheme remains that old, dark gold, but this time the scene isn't of city ruins, but of the sea.
A vast sea.
The camera, positioned at an extremely high vantage point, reveals the outline of the entire world's topography: the Red Line stretches across the north and south like a scar, while the Grand Line cuts the world into four pieces from east to west.
The Sky Screen was marked with three bright spots on the map.
One in the direction of the Water 7.
One is in the direction of Fish-Man Island.
One in some unmarked location, hidden deep within a New World.
Three names appeared next to the three points of light.
[Pluton, Pluton]
[Poseidon, the Sea Emperor]
[Heavenly Emperor, the Uranus]
The moment those three names appeared, Iceburg from Water 7 stood up from his chair.
His hand rested on the edge of the desk, his fingers clenched tightly.
Mr. Tom was once tried by the World Government for building Roger's ship, but the real reason the World Government wanted to kill him was something else.
The design drawings for Pluton.
The design drawing that Franky burned.
"Mr. Tom."
The Iceburg's voice was very low, so low that only he could hear it.
"You knew all along, didn't you?"
The images on the Sky Screen began to change.
The three points of light lit up simultaneously, and then the scene returned to the era eight hundred years ago, before the destruction of the Great Kingdom.
In front of the White Robe king in the stone chamber lay a large blueprint, covering the entire tabletop, depicting a cross-section of a ship.
The ship was far larger than any modern warship, and its keel structure and propulsion system were marked with symbols that modern people could not understand.
A line of text was marked on the Sky Screen.
[Pluton: A super battleship capable of destroying islands, designed and built by scientists of the Great Kingdom]
The White Robe king pointed his finger at the core of the blueprint.
Standing opposite him were several people dressed in different clothes. One of them was huge and belonged to the Giant Tribe, while another had fin-like ears and was Fish-Man.
"Pluton is not a weapon."
The White Robe king's voice echoed in the stone chamber.
Sky Screen translated this sentence using a larger font size than before.
The whole world saw this message.
[Pluton is not a weapon]
On Drum Island, Doctorine's pipe nearly fell off.
"Not a weapon?"
"Isn't something capable of destroying an island a weapon?"
The White Robe king on the Sky Screen continued speaking.
"Red Line."
His finger moved away from the drawing and landed on the world map hanging on the wall.
"This continent, running from north to south, has divided our ocean into four parts, preventing people from Four Blues from traveling freely and forcing the Fish-Man Race to live at a depth of 10,000 meters in the sea."
"Pluton's true purpose is to destroy the Red Line."
When those words were uttered, the entire world gasped in unison.
Destroy the Red Line.
Blow that continent that stretches across the world to pieces.
Let the Four Blues become one sea.
This would free Fish-Man Island from having to remain at a depth of 10,000 meters underwater.
To enable all races and nations separated by geographical barriers to move freely together.
In the Ryugu Palace of Fish-Man Island, King Neptune's trident slipped from his grasp for the second time.
Princess Shirahoshi's tears were already flowing.
"Unity of the Four Blues."
Her voice trembled.
"Everyone can live on the same sea."
"Mom's dream."
The images on the Sky Screen continued.
The White Robe king moved his finger to the location of Fish-Man Island.
Poseidon, the Sea Emperor.
"This is not a manufactured object."
"It's a talent, an ability to communicate with Sea Kings; every few hundred years, one person is born with this power."
"Poseidon's purpose is to command the Sea Kings and, after the destruction of the Red Line, guide the redistribution of ocean currents to prevent a global tsunami from destroying all coastal cities and islands."
The Sky Screen displayed the translation of this passage word for word.
Shirahoshi looked at the words, covered her mouth with both hands, and tears welled up between her fingers.
She has always been afraid of her own power.
Her ability to summon Sea Kings made her feel like a monster, a dangerous being.
But now the Sky Screen are telling her that the true purpose of this power is salvation.
It is to protect everyone after destruction.
Neptune walked to his daughter's side, stretched out his huge hand, and gently placed it on Shirahoshi's head.
You are not a monster.
His voice resonated softly in the water.
"You are the savior."
The White Robe king on the Sky Screen spoke of the last matter.
"Uranus, the Heavenly Emperor."
His finger moved to the unmarked location on the map.
"Information about this Ancient Weapon is top secret. I will only inscribe its location and activation method on the stone tablet on the Laugh Tale."
"But I can tell you what it's used for."
His gaze swept over everyone in front of him, a gaze that carried a weight that transcended time.
"Uranus' purpose is to destroy the Holy Land Mary Geoise."
There was a two-second silence in the stone chamber.
"There are two things on the Red Line that need to be dealt with."
The White Robe king's voice descended.
"It's the same continent itself, handled by Pluton."
"The other one is that city atop the continent."
"If the allied forces of the twenty kingdoms win this war, they will surely establish their ruling center at the highest point of the Red Line."
"That city will become a shackle weighing down the whole world."
"Uranus existed to shatter these shackles."
A summary line was displayed on the Sky Screen.
[The true purpose of these three Ancient Weapons was not warfare]
[Pluton destroys the Red Line, unifying the Four Blues]
The Sea Emperor guides the ocean currents, protecting the world from disasters.
[The Heavenly Emperor destroys the Holy Land Mary Geoise, ending his oppressive rule]
They are tools designed to create a free world.
When this summary was released, the whole world was in an uproar.
It wasn't the kind of terrified fervor that I felt before; it was a fervor tinged with a certain emotion, a complex emotion that contained anger, sadness, and resentment, but most of all, something that had been churning in my heart for a long time and had finally found an outlet.
At the Revolutionary Army Headquarters, Sabo stopped writing.
He stared at the last few lines of text on the paper, his fingers trembling, not from nervousness, but from some overwhelming emotion that was testing his self-control.
"Mr. Long."
His voice was hoarse.
"Everything we've done in the last twenty years, someone was doing eight hundred years ago."
The dragon did not turn its head.
His fingers pressed against the window frame, the pressure from his knuckles causing the wooden frame to crack softly.
"It's not just about doing it."
His voice was as flat as the surface of a knife.
"It's done."
"Then it was destroyed."
"They didn't even leave their names."
Sabo clenched his fist.
So what we need to do.
"Not groundbreaking."
"It's inheritance."
The dragon turned back this time.
He looked at Sabo, and something was changing in his eyes. It wasn't a superficial emotional fluctuation, but something deeper, like magma beneath the earth's crust finding a new crack leading to the surface.
Tell everyone.
His voice trailed off in the room.
"From this day forward, the Revolutionary Army's goals remain unchanged."
"But the slogan has changed."
"It's not about overthrowing the World Government."
"It is to inherit the unfinished legacy of the Great Kingdom."
The text indicating rewards and punishments began to appear on the Sky Screen.
[Reward recipient: Nico Robin]
[Reward: The system will send Nico Robin a complete grammatical analysis of the Ancient Script of the Great Kingdom, tripling her reading speed of Poneglyphs and unlocking the ability to repair and deduce damaged Poneglyphs.]
On a ship in a certain sea area, Robin looked at the words, the cracks on the coffee cup extending to the bottom.
She didn't notice.
Her gaze was drawn to another line of text that was appearing.
[Bonus: The system will send Nico Robin 37 copies of the last batch of research manuscripts by scholars before the burning of the Ohara Library within 24 hours.]
[These manuscripts contain Dr. Clover's final conclusions about the Void Century]
Robin let go of the cup, which fell onto the table, spilling half of the coffee. The brown liquid spread across the table and soaked her cuffs.
She didn't wipe it.
Her eyes were fixed on the name displayed on the Sky Screen.
Dr. Clover.
Her teacher.
On the day Ohara was burned to ashes by the Buster Call, the old man pushed her toward escape, leaving himself in the library.
He stayed behind because he wanted to salvage as many books as possible.
Just one book is fine.
Now, twenty-two years later, the things he couldn't save have been delivered to him by Sky Screen.
Robin's lips were pressed into a thin line, the muscles in her jaw were tense, and she forcefully suppressed the expression on her face, but her eyelashes were trembling, trembling rapidly, like butterfly wings struggling in the wind.
Then she gave up suppressing it.
Tears slid down her cheeks and fell into the spilled coffee.
The penalty judgment on the Sky Screen then appeared.
[Target of Punishment: World Government]
[Punishment details: to be announced soon]
[Punishment Announcement: In light of the World Government's systematic alteration and erasure of history over the past eight hundred years, the system will gradually lift the block on all Poneglyph content during this series of reviews.]
The first batch of details regarding the lifting of restrictions will be announced in the next review.
[Content includes: a list of specific members of the Twenty Kingdoms Alliance during the Void Century]
When that last line appeared, the Five Elders stood up in the Room of Authority in the Holy Land Mary Geoise.
List of members of the Twenty Kingdoms Alliance.
That is, the complete identities of the twenty ancestors of the first Celestial Dragons.
This includes what they did, how they did it, and the specific role each family played in the wars of conquest.
He crushed Venus Saint's teacup in his grip, the shards of porcelain and tea mingling together in his palm.
"Once that list is published, the descendants of those twenty families will be held accountable."
Saturn Saint's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth.
"The Celestial Dragons' bloodline superiority will be completely shattered."
"The entire Holy Land will be thrown into chaos."
Jupiter Saint walked to the deepest part of the room, facing the door leading to a higher level, behind which was the staircase leading to the Empty Throne.
"I must report this to Imu."
His hand was on the doorknob.
"Regardless of whether the Light of Judgment has revealed our location, this matter is no longer something the five of us can handle."
He pushed open the door.
The dots of light on the Sky Screen precisely recorded his movement.
The whole world has seen it.
One of the Five Elders is heading in a direction deeper into the Room of Authority.
That direction had never been indicated by any intelligence before.
A location that has never appeared on any map.
Lin Qi looked at the red dot on the data panel in the Tavern and raised an eyebrow.
"Interesting."
He put the beer can down.
"This NPC is going to meet the final boss."
His finger slid across the panel and found the editing box for the next issue's review.
List of members of the Twenty Kingdoms Alliance.
He read it aloud, and a smile curved his lips.
"That's not just about history class anymore."
That was roll call.
"The names being called are those of every Celestial Dragons's ancestor who is still alive."
He pressed the save button, picked up his beer, and took a sip.
The last line of text on the Sky Screen slowly faded into the night sky around the world, but the information that had been etched into everyone's memory would not disappear.
The truth Void Century.
The fall of the Great Kingdom.
The origin of the D. Clan.
The true purpose of Ancient Weapons.
The sheer weight of this information is enough to crack the existing world order.
Once a crack appears, it will not stop expanding.