Let me show you the world

"Hiss... phew!"

In the bustling central plaza, Beckman held a cigar between his lips and slowly exhaled a plume of smoke.

For the first time in his life, the fingers holding his cigar trembled beyond his control.

He had only just lit that cigar on the Nameless Deserted Island in the East Blue, trying to put on a show of composure.

Yet now, it had not even burned through half an inch.

And they had already crossed thousands of kilometers to stand at the entrance to the Grand Line.

"We're already... in Reverse City?"

Beckman stared at the towering steel buildings, the neon billboards flashing overhead, and the crowds flowing past. His eyes held the bewilderment of a man who had seen a ghost.

"Even aboard the fastest ship, getting here from that island would take at least three days and nights..."

"Is this... really something a human can do?"

Beside him, Hongo craned his neck like a country bumpkin and let out a sigh.

Fortunately, he had surrendered early, so he did not have too much to worry about.

He had to admit, being on the same side as someone like that really did make him feel safe.

"No."

Beckman drew a deep breath and shook his head bitterly.

"I can't even imagine it. No Devil Fruit user with spatial or teleportation abilities could possibly take several living people halfway across the world in an instant, without so much as a windup."

"Even special fruits like the Door-Door Fruit require certain conditions before activation. Besides, I had Armament Haki covering my arm just now. In theory, fruit effects shouldn't have affected me."

He was, after all, one of the handful of S-class fighters on these seas, thoroughly familiar with all sorts of bizarre abilities.

His stamina could indeed have