Star Map and Star Gate!

"Phew—"

Back in his private space at the very top.

Imu subconsciously let out a breath.

Then, beneath the endless starlight and moonlight overhead, he walked toward the strange tree not far away.

This place had a name: the Moon Chamber.

Its overall environment was exactly like the surface of the moon.

As far as the eye could see lay silver-gray ground and craters of all sizes.

The Galaxy and bright moon overhead were real.

However, when daytime came, it simulated that night's starry sky, so it was forever nighttime here.

That made the lush, verdant tree stand out all the more.

But as Imu approached it, he would find a door and two windows set into its trunk.

When he pulled open the wooden door and entered, he found a complete suite inside.

A bedroom, dining room, living room, bathroom with separate wet and dry areas, bathtub, all kinds of furniture, Den Den Mushi—everything was there.

So it was a spacious treehouse, with even a staircase leading upstairs!

Honestly, he was quite satisfied with all this.

After all, before transmigrating, he could never have afforded such a nice house.

Now that he had returned to his own wooden house, with no one else around.

The cold, aloof expression on Imu's face relaxed considerably as he dropped onto the soft sofa.

He leaned back against it, raised his head toward the treehouse ceiling, and blankly stared into space.

It had been nearly a year since he transmigrated into this world and replaced the body and identity of this Imu.

From his initial shock, excitement, and exhilaration to calmness, less than three days had passed.

After all, no matter how intense a person's emotions were, they could not last for long.

After calming down, he had not immediately begun taking action. Instead, he first looked into the current point in time.

Then, just like the original Imu, he quietly shut himself away in the Moon Chamber.

His purpose was to familiarize himself with and master the abilities he possessed, as well as the memories, of course.

First came the abilities.

Before transmigrating, he had merely been an ordinary person. There was no way he could immediately adapt to this body's strength.

So he secretly trained for a period of time.

To the maids responsible for tending to his daily needs.

Lord Imu had merely become more active recently, often practicing swordsmanship outside beneath the moon.

The memories were equally important.

This Imu had lived for more than eight hundred years. Even if the brain automatically filtered out useless trivial memories, the sheer volume of information still far surpassed that of an ordinary person.

Moreover, becoming familiar with the memories was also a process of understanding himself.

He had to understand the original owner's personality and habits.

Otherwise, he would very likely expose himself in front of the Five Elders.

Later, he could slowly change himself.

For these two reasons, even when Roger became the Pirate King outside, he never took a single step out of the Moon Chamber.

Because he knew very clearly that, at this stage, nothing was more important than fully mastering his own strength!

Only a few days ago had he finally completed his training and emerged.

He revealed Roger's place of seclusion to the Five Elders, allowing them to order the Navy to capture him.

Although Roger would voluntarily surrender himself in a few days anyway, surrendering and being captured were actually two entirely different things.

Even if he surrendered, the World Government could still announce to the public that he had been captured.

But Imu felt it would be better to capture him as soon as possible.

At the same time, he wanted to rack up some achievements for Sengoku, Sakazuki, Borsalino, and Kuzan.

As for Garp, he was only there as an extra layer of insurance.

Even with a terminal illness, Roger was still Pirate King Roger.

Who knew whether he would choose to resist if he did not intend to surrender voluntarily?

If Roger really made a move.

Sengoku alone would most likely be unable to hold him off, and might even drag down the "Pheasant, Dog, and Monkey" trio.

The three of them had not yet reached the peak of their strength.

If one or two of them were truly crippled, he would cry himself to death!

Now, everything had gone smoothly.

No matter what, preventing the emergence of the Great Pirate Era is definitely the right choice, Imu silently thought.

"Star Map."

Immediately afterward, he summoned once again the Golden Finger that had accompanied him into this world.

Well, a Golden Finger—these days, as a transmigrator, especially one transmigrated into a world as dangerous as One Piece, how could he get by without one?

Though he honestly felt that the identity, status, strength, wealth, and lifespan he possessed now were already ridiculously overpowered.

Compared to fellow transmigrators who became slaves, pirates, or commoners.

He had practically begun with a god-tier hand, an outrageously lucky start.

Even if, judging from the original plot's development, there was a high chance he would be overthrown and killed twenty-four years later.

As Imu called out in his heart.

A magnificent virtual image of a spiral galactic disk appeared out of thin air before his eyes.

Every star within it glittered brilliantly.

At the same time.

The line of text in the lower-left corner still quietly waited for his response.

[You may open one random small Star Gate]

Over the past days, he had learned nearly everything there was to know about this Golden Finger.

He had read its built-in manual again and again.

After all, it would very likely become the thing he relied on for survival in the future.

But he had been wrong.

Terribly wrong.

It was not that this Golden Finger was useless.

Rather, for the time being, it was useless for his current situation.

According to the manual, it was not a system.

Instead, it was a Star Map that recorded every galaxy, star, planet, and satellite in the universe, and even updated automatically in real time. It looked incredibly awesome!

At the same time, it came with a function called the "Star Gate."

Every year, it would randomly open a small Star Gate leading to another planet.

It was said to be three meters tall and two meters wide—not exactly small, but not particularly large either.

According to the manual, while the planet connected to by the Star Gate was not guaranteed to possess civilization, it was guaranteed to be a solid and stable planet.

So there was no need to worry about stepping through it only to find a bizarre cloud of gas on the other side.

And once he chose to open the Star Gate.

The Star Map would simultaneously highlight the planet's exact location in the universe.

In other words, so long as Imu had the ability, he could absolutely fly there in a spaceship.

Though that sounded rather stupid, considering he could instantly travel there through the Star Gate.

Ah, but what if it were the other way around?

That was to say, if one day he arrived at some planet in a spaceship.

Then that planet would also be highlighted on the Star Map, while the authority to open a Star Gate to it would automatically unlock.

He could instantly return to Sea Star (Pirate Planet), or instantly travel to other planets with unlocked Star Gates.

Wouldn't that make it much more useful?

But then again.

The Star Map and Star Gate were of little use against the situation he currently faced.

As the saying went, before dealing with external threats, one must first stabilize the interior.

He had not even fully taken control of or cleaned up this Sea Star (Pirate Planet), and he even faced a massive crisis twenty-four years in the future.

Why would he think about that completely unknown sea of stars?

At the end of the day, the Star Map and Star Gate would have a hard time helping him with what came next.

Of course, perhaps he simply had not thought of a use for them yet.

Perhaps, if I am ever forced into a desperate corner in the future, the Star Map and Star Gate may become my escape route.

Thinking of this, Imu felt even more at ease.

With his terrifying combat strength and all his abilities.

So long as the planet's environment was not excessively harsh, making a living should not be a problem.

"Since I already have an escape route, then it is time to properly clean up this world!"