The Emperor's Return-How Long Was I Dead?

The next day.

Stussy entered the Underworld again.

The fourth day.

Five days.

Half a month.

A month.

Stussy's long, wavy golden hair had turned completely white.

Her once breathtaking beauty was now covered in wrinkles.

In just one short month, she had aged dramatically.

Pure Gold had stopped working completely.

For a woman, it was the cruelest punishment imaginable.

But Stussy had never regretted it. All she felt was frustration and despair.

"How can he not be there?"

In the laboratory.

Stussy had returned from the Underworld once more. Clutching her head, she collapsed to the floor and broke down.

"That's enough."

"We can think of something else."

Enel and the others were heartbroken and helpless. They had watched Stussy become like this with their own eyes.

Yet after all their efforts, they still hadn't found the last fragment of his soul.

"Thud!"

Baccarat struck Stussy with a chop, knocking her unconscious.

Everyone could see how utterly exhausted Stussy was.

But they couldn't stop her.

The despair, over and over again, had pushed her to her limit.

She was even starting to lose the will to go on.

"I'll take her back to rest."

Baccarat bent down, scooped the unconscious Stussy into her arms, and carried her away.

"I want a drink."

"I'll join you."

Enel, Crocodile, Archino, and Kuma were all worn out. They just wanted to drown themselves in alcohol. They'd been like this for ten days.

Every time Stussy went to the Underworld, everyone had hoped she would find him.

But every time, they were disappointed.

They all knew the truth: Chaos had no remaining soul fragments in the Underworld.

Otherwise, they would have found them by now.

They should have given up long ago. If they hadn't, Stussy wouldn't have turned into an old woman.