Prosperous? No, to be more precise, it should be called extravagant!
To the people of this world, Gold City was both heaven and hell!
It could grant people the highest enjoyment. No matter who you were—a high-ranking official, a fugitive pirate, or even a slave branded with their master's mark—as long as you had money, you could enjoy godlike treatment here.
But at the same time, this place corroded people's minds. Even the air contained a poisonous decadence that inspired depravity. Those who had fallen into gamblers and drunkards would be swept out like trash once their money ran dry.
In such an environment, a group of eye-catching pirates disembarked.
"Gold City! I really haven't been here in a long time!" Harta said with a sigh.
"Eh? You've been here before?" Atmos asked in surprise. "Didn't Old Man forbid us from coming to places like this?"
Harta waved his hand and laughed. "Of course I snuck here!"
Bramank also laughed. "Old Man treats us like children! Coming to a place like this to relax once in a while is actually pretty nice!"
"Bramank, you've been here too?" Atmos exclaimed.
"Ahem, the truth is..." Harta said with an embarrassed grin. "Everyone except you has been here!"
Atmos looked toward the thick-browed, big-eyed Jozu, who pretended not to notice and turned away, whistling.
"That's too much, you guys..." Atmos looked aggrieved. "You actually came to have fun without me!"
"There's nothing we could do! Your lips are too loose!" Harta patted Atmos on the waist. "At worst, we'll let you have fun first today!"
They were remnants of the Whitebeard Pirates... Many people were secretly shocked, yet their eyes burned with excitement as they fantasized about these pirates bowing at their feet.
At the same time, several people with shifting gazes left