Time had never stopped for anyone.
In the blink of an eye, sixty years had passed.
The world had changed, and yet, in some ways, it hadn't changed at all.
The once-mighty Richest Group had become a legend. Rumor had it that the Richest Group and the Revolutionary Army had fought each other to mutual destruction, and that the fall of Gaia Great Emperor and God had left the World Government as the sole dominant power.
The World Government had once again used its formidable power to erase a chapter of history. They hadn't managed to wipe it out completely, but they'd erased most of it. Sixty years was long enough for a new generation to take the place of the old.
Only a few old-timers knew about the madness that had unfolded sixty years ago.
Legends like "Gaia Great Emperor" and "God" could now only be found in a few ruins.
It was worth noting that the World Government hadn't made a big show of conquering the world. They had merely swallowed up the remaining territories of the Revolutionary Army and the Richest Group, and still ruled only the four seas, the first half of the Grand Line, and some other regions.
The pirates hadn't been completely wiped out, either.
For example, the supernovas from sixty years ago—those who were still alive had become powerful figures in their own right. Every one of them was a king, an emperor, and utterly untouchable in the New World.
As for Kaido and Blackbeard, they were emperors among emperors.
The World Government hadn't intervened. Instead, they had allowed these forces to grow.
The Marines were still under Sakazuki's rule, though his long hair had turned white. Even so, he hadn't given up power or retired.
Aokiji and Fujitora were much the same,