The Reverie! The Power of Song! And Fish-Man Island

The New World, the Kingdom of Caron.

Like all non- World Government Member States, this country has been plagued by poverty and hunger for many years.

And now it is in the midst of the most terrible phenomena spawned by this poverty and hunger.

War.

The civil war in the Kingdom of Caron has been going on for several years.

The already weak industrial sector and the agriculture sector, which could barely feed the population, have been completely destroyed.

The people were displaced, starving, and never knew when death would befall them.

Even so, the King army and the rebels continued to fight fiercely.

This country has no food, no medical care, no transportation, no education, but it has no shortage of weapons.

Weapons of unknown origin are flowing into the country in a steady stream, and both the King army and the resistance are desperately expanding their military capabilities.

The soldiers were struggling to afford food, but they had plenty of ammunition. Both sides had enough bullets to kill the entire nation ten times over.

In short, this is a country that even pirates aren't interested in; even the most skilled pirates wouldn't be able to steal much from it.

In a refugee camp in this country.

The refugees sat there blankly, their expressions numb.

They were practically too weak to move; hunger had brought their bodies to the brink of collapse.

The reason they gathered here was to wait for the King army or the rebels to come and recruit soldiers.

Years of war turned the entire country into a meat grinder, and an entire generation perished in the fighting.

Both sides in the conflict had no choice but to greatly expand the scope of their conscription.

Not to mention women, even the elderly and children, anyone capable of using weapons to fight can become a soldier.

But today, something unexpected happened.

Soldiers from the King's Army did indeed arrive, but instead of recruiting soldiers immediately, they took out a Den Den Den Mushi).

"I really don't know what the higher-ups were thinking? A concert? At a time like this? In this place?"

The soldiers grumbled under their breath.

"It's said to be an order from some incredibly important figure. Just obey obediently. Hurry up, the time for the notification is approaching!"

The refugees didn't care, so the soldiers quickly set up the Den Den Mushi and installed the loudspeaker.

Then, the soldiers turned on the Den Den Mushi.

A short while later, a voice came from the other end of the phone.

Can you hear me?

It was the voice of a very young girl, tinged with nervousness and a hint of trepidation.

The refugees didn't care.

Of course, some people care about this.

A sea area in the New World.

On the Red Fosse.

"Uta!!"

The pirates cheered.

"I knew it! It's Uta!"

"Quiet down! This is crucial!!"

The Red-Haired man stared intently at the Den Den Mushi, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Besides them, there's the Whole Cake Island Whole Cake Island.

Charlotte Linlin listened to the live stream while trying to dodge Katakuri's attacks with her eyes closed.

"What is that bastard Ian up to now?"

The New World Late Segment Moby Dick.

"My name is Uta, and I'll be performing a few songs I just wrote for everyone who's been using Den Den Mushi..."

"You seem a little nervous?"

Vista spoke with some surprise.

"What's that brat up to now?"

Marco's tone was somber.

The brat they considered their enemy had become even more terrifying.

He even led his team to defeat the Charlotte Family, and the Giant tribe have become his allies. Now, seeking revenge has become even more difficult.

"Let's listen to it."

Whitebeard said calmly.

Dressrosa.

"Fufufufu, is it really necessary to go to such lengths for a little girl?"

Doflamingo's expression was ambiguous, a mix of a smile and something else. "That Ian guy is as unpredictable as ever."

Somewhere in the New World.

Crocodile, a cigar dangling from his lips, stood with a cold expression.

Paradise, the Thriller Bark.

Moonlight Moria gritted his teeth.

Even Mary Geoise, the office of the Gorosei.

"We just defeated that woman Charlotte Linlin, what is that bastard up to now?"

"An entertainment company? Does he still have the time and inclination to promote a little girl?"

"Isn't this a good thing? If he can focus more on this kind of thing, we can breathe a little easier."

"Speaking of which, a gold mine was discovered on Hachinosu Island. The gold mine itself isn't anything special, but the Fish-Man found it on the seabed."

"The seabed? Are there mineral deposits on the seabed?"

"The seabed is also land, and in this world where the ocean makes up the vast majority of the landmass, the mineral resources on the seabed are probably far more abundant than those on land."

"So, the Fish-Man in Wano Country are also secretly developing underwater mineral resources? No wonder they're developing so rapidly. Damn it, we haven't noticed this at all, we thought they were just building up their Fish-Man army!"

"The Fish-Man seem to be more useful than we imagined; the resources on the seabed are simply unimaginable!"

"So, should Fish-Man Island be invited to participate in this Reverie?"

Fish-Man Island has been a member of the World Government for two hundred years, but has never been invited to participate in the Reverie.

Let's return our focus to the Kingdom of Caron.

In that refugee camp, Uta's somewhat cautious voice still came through the Den Den Mushi.

"In short, please listen to my song now!"

The girl took it very seriously.

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, but if you listened carefully, you could still hear soft breathing.

Then, the accompaniment started playing unexpectedly.

It's so soothing, like the first rays of morning sunlight, lazy and making you feel all tingly.

The rhythm gradually became lighter, and the girl's clear, flowing voice rang out as well.

"The morning light gently caressed my sleeping eyes,"

"Gently awaken each tomorrow,"

"In the breeze, I heard,"

"The call for freedom resonates in my heart."

The girl's voice was clear and melodious, like a mountain spring, so pure it was almost transparent. As it flowed past my ears, it seemed to wash away the hustle and bustle of the world.

The already quiet refugee camp became even quieter in an instant.

Logically speaking, people should only have the energy to pursue other satisfactions after their most basic survival needs are met.

But at this moment, the residents of this refugee camp, who were struggling on the brink of death, were irresistibly drawn to the singing.

"I write down my story, my song."

"Flowing freely between every word and phrase."

It taught me courage and resilience.

Even when tears occasionally blur my vision.

"I still believe that there are even more beautiful views ahead."

This is by no means a good song. Both the lyrics and the composition are very immature, and even the female singer's skills are far from adequate.

However, the singing was so melodious.

Yet it seemed to penetrate people's hearts, directly reaching the hearts of all the listeners.

Suppressed sobs suddenly rose from the refugee camp.

"Do we even have a tomorrow?"

Suddenly someone whispered.

"Freedom? What is freedom?"

Someone else said...

This song is so moving that it makes you want to immerse yourself in it.

The beautiful songs, celebrating freedom, were replaced by sobs throughout the refugee camp.

Even the soldiers who came here to install Den Den Mushi felt a pang of sadness.

This country has neither freedom nor a tomorrow; all it has is war and ever-approaching demise.

This refugee camp is definitely not an isolated case.

In this country, wherever Den Den Mushi) were set up and live broadcasts were started, wherever the girl's singing was heard, all that could be heard was weeping.

After crying, people can't help but reflect.

Why?

What exactly caused them to end up in such a predicament?

Hachinosu Island.

Inside a recently renovated recording studio on one of the floors of the Skull Building.

Ian stared blankly at the girl singing loudly behind the thick soundproof glass.

"Hehehehe, what an amazing singing voice!"

A noisy voice came from behind, "Lord Ian! You've truly found another remarkable songstress! Even I am moved by her voice!"

"Morgans, if you say another word, I'll pluck all the hairs off your body."

Ian turned around, somewhat annoyed. What a spoilsport! Didn't he see he was listening intently?

"Hehe, sorry, sorry, Lord Ian,"

Morgans, the birdman who had rushed to Hachinosu Island not long ago, chuckled sheepishly, "I was just too excited."

"Look at Tesoro,"

Ian pointed to Tesoro, who was listening quietly to the side, and said, "That's how a true listener should behave."

Tesoro snapped out of his daze when he heard Ian call his name. His expression was somewhat melancholy. "Lord Ian, I was simply overwhelmed by Uta's singing."

"She is truly amazing."

To be honest, if it were a contest of skill, Tesoro believed he could easily beat Uta. After all, he wasn't just an ordinary singing enthusiast; he had been studying and refining his skills all along. If he couldn't even beat a nine-year-old girl in terms of technique, it would be too embarrassing.

However, Uta's singing was too captivating.

Her singing is full of emotion, making it easy for people to empathize with her.

This kind of talent is practically cheating.

Tesoro couldn't help but smile wryly.

Screw your music dreams, how can you possibly win that?

This girl's talent cannot be overcome by mere enthusiasm.

Her talent in the music world is just like Kaido Ion in the world of powerful beings!

"Uta will definitely become the world's number one singer."

Tesoro said sincerely.

As for me, perhaps I could try my hand at the film industry?

Inside the recording studio, Uta put down her headphones and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The live stream has ended. She sang five songs in total, and the little girl's forehead was already sweating.

King Gordon of Elegia, who was accompanying her, gave Uta a thumbs-up. This King, who had lost everything, did not hold back his praise at this moment, "A magnificent voice! This time you will surely become famous all over the world, Uta."

"Isn't that obvious?"

Uta raised her chin smugly, then bowed politely to Gordon and the others, saying, "Thank you for your hard work!"

After receiving a response from the musicians, Uta couldn't wait to run to the door, open the heavy door of the recording studio, and run out.

As soon as she came out, the girl couldn't wait to ask, "Ian! How was the reaction to the live stream?"

"The live stream has just ended, so there shouldn't be any results so soon, Miss Uta,"

Morgans smiled and said, "However, just after hearing your singing, I know that there aren't many people in the world who can remain unmoved."

Ian chuckled softly.

Do you even realize how valuable it is when 70% of the world's population listens to a concert live at the same time?

Is the world's number one idol messing with you?

Ian always felt that even without relying on the power of the Sing-Sing Fruit, it wouldn't be impossible for Uta to shake the world with just her singing voice.

"Snort!"

The little girl crossed her arms proudly, but her face was beaming with a bright smile. "It's only natural that people like my singing!"

Ian did indeed appreciate Uta's singing, but he truly hadn't expected his first live stream to generate such an amazing response.

"You said a country was destroyed because of Uta's singing?"

In his private office, Ian looked at Morgans with a somewhat strange expression.

"Are you really not kidding?"

Tesoro was also somewhat incredulous, "This is far too frivolous."

"It may sound unbelievable, but it's absolutely true."

Morgans chuckled and said, "But it's not that exaggerated."

"The Kingdom of Caron was already on the verge of destruction. Years of civil war had left the people destitute, the army was on the verge of collapse, and even the soldiers no longer wanted to fight."

"Uta's singing was just the trigger that completely ignited the powder keg."

Ian nodded slightly. If that's the case, then I can understand.

"However, it's still quite remarkable."

Tesoro couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "Even as a mere trigger, it's not something just anyone could do, right? And Uta only used a few songs."

Ian looked at Morgans, "Can this be used as a selling point?"

"That's incredible!"

Morgans chuckled. "I've already thought of the headline for the newspaper! Uta, the Diva of Hope! Leading a Broken Nation Towards New Life!"

"Today's live broadcast had already caused a huge stir; everyone who listened to it was full of praise, and I received a ton of calls."

"If we use this as a publicity stunt, Little Uta will soon be famous worldwide."

"Received a lot of calls?"

Ian raised an eyebrow.

"Yes,"

Morgans said, "Many listeners were so excited after the live broadcast that they called our company to express their excitement."

"Please carefully screen these incoming calls."

Ian said, "Don't let anything too negative appear in front of Uta."

In the movie, Uta received too much negative feedback from fans, which led her to decide to save the world and cast the Infinite Tsukuyomi on everyone.

"Clear."

Morgans nodded.

This was too easy for him.

"By the way, Lord Ian,"

Morgans suddenly remembered something, "The Reverie is about to begin this year, and I heard that the main topic this time is the Revolutionary Army."

"The government hopes that all Affiliated Nation will join the operation against the Revolutionary Army."

Ian said calmly, "The attack that happened in Mary Geoise has put them on edge."

"But,"

Tesoro chuckled. "This should be a good thing for us, right?"

"Isn't that obvious? It's certainly not a bad thing for the Revolutionary Army to attract the government's attention."

Ian laughed and said, "Let them have their meeting in peace; it's none of our business anyway."

It has nothing to do with me.

That's what Ian thought.

However, almost simultaneously, Fish-Man Island...

Neptune stared incredulously at the government official in a black suit before him.

"You're saying the World Government invited us to attend this Reverie?"

Is this really not a joke?