A radiance entwined with authority and rules, pure white with a hint of five colors, gave off a mesmerizing sheen of power.
Gaia Authority.
Or, in the language of the One Piece World, it was—One Piece, the world's treasure.
Compared to when he had first occupied only the North Sea, when the authority had been hazy and barely taken shape,
the orb before Nara Dan now was almost overflowing with the power of authority.
After a year of expansion by the Divine Court and improvements to people's livelihoods, the people of the One Piece World had reached a kind of peak in their allegiance,
and although a few nations in the New World still stubbornly resisted, they could no longer affect the bigger picture.
"I imagine the power of authority at the height of the Ancient Kingdom was no greater than this."
Nara Dan judged silently.
With such tremendous power in his hands, a mere thought from him could cause all kinds of wondrous Devil Fruits to manifest beside him.
Whether Mythical Zoan or Logia, they were all equally worthless.
Or he could draw upon his authority over the sea to easily summon the ultimate Sea Kings, buried ten thousand or even hundreds of thousands of meters beneath the ocean floor.
In an instant, the world could be overturned. Ordinary islands would be no different from ants before beings of such immense size.
Superweapons like Pluton and Pluton, each capable of destroying an island with a single strike, could be forged in an instant with the aid of authority.
"Of course, these were merely the most superficial ways a mortal nation like the Ancient Kingdom could use it."
"They had clearly exhausted their imaginations."
"The most fundamental World Origin Power still needs to be wielded by one with an equal