The Land of Origin - God Valley

West Blue, God Valley.

A large number of warships had already surrounded the area, the World Government's flag fluttering in the wind, its dark blue cross symbol glaring under the sunlight.

On the island, two tall mountains stood, their steep cliffs as sharp as if sliced by a knife.

The sky was dark and overcast, as if a torrential downpour was imminent. In this gloom, a flash suddenly streaked across.

Space distorted, and a strange light bloomed.

Within the light screen, a massive ship slowly emerged, constructed entirely of black metal. Its hull was smooth as a mirror, yet reflected no light, appearing mysterious and solemn.

BOOM!

The light screen in the sky vanished abruptly. With the sound of something heavy landing, the mysterious black ship ran aground in the canyon.

Upon closer inspection, a gear-shaped imprint was carved into the ship's hull, indicating its ownership.

"Cough cough... That was quite a commotion this time..."

Accompanied by a cough, a figure emerged from the ship's cabin, the surrounding dust unable to conceal his light blue eyes.

His short, pink hair looked both unique and full of energy, and a pair of glasses seemed to add a scholarly air to him.

"But this impact experiment was a success. This level of impact won't cause any more issues. Now, it's time to test another aspect."

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly. He patted his chest with great satisfaction, and with a flow of blue light, the exoskeleton-like equipment seemed to enter a new mode.

However, before he could proceed with the next round of experiments, he realized some new problems. The environment here was completely different from where he had docked his ship before.

"Again?"

It seemed this wasn't the first time he had experienced such a thing. The man didn't appear flustered. He glanced at the dashboard on his wrist monitoring his physical condition, confirmed he wasn't dreaming, and began inspecting the ship's equipment.

"Compass damaged, power system partially damaged, defense system operating normally, no loss of supplies... Not bad, not as bad as I thought.

But what is this place? There's nothing like this in Bilgewater... Ionia?"

While the man was puzzling over where he had been sent and attempting to repair the damaged compass, a shout came from the distance.

"Hey kid, are you trying to sail away from here? Give it up, it's impossible. The Navy has already surrounded God Valley, there's no way any ship can leave here! Yohoho!"

The cliff face nearby, though steep, had several natural rock platforms. At this moment, on a lower platform, a somewhat exaggeratedly large face appeared.

A big-faced man was now leaning over the cliff edge, waving at them, while someone behind him held him back to prevent him from falling.

As the words "God Valley" entered his mind, the man realized something was amiss, such as the fact that the language spoken here was not the one he usually used.

However, since he was proficient in multiple languages, this was not a problem.

The man's name was Xidilier Oran. As expected, he was an orphan.

After finally succeeding in his postgraduate studies, he experienced a reincarnation event just before graduation.

His soul had arrived in the world of League of Legends—the continent of Valoran, in the city of Piltover, a city highly developed in trade and technology.

This time, Oran also received the double blessing of the orphan buff.

On this magical continent, there were many mysteries. One night, Oran discovered his talent—Dream.

This was also why Oran had first confirmed whether he was in a dream world.

Every night, he would enter a dream. Unlike ordinary people, Oran's dreams seemed to connect to incredibly fantastical places, even transcending the limits of time and space in some areas.

Through countless nights, his knowledge grew rapidly, and he gradually began to stand out in Piltover, becoming a rising star whose fame rivaled Heimerdinger's.

Heimerdinger held a significant academic position in Piltover, and all of it was based on genuine talent and hard work. This was the highest praise for a newcomer.

Previously, Oran had personally taken his ship to Bilgewater to acquire a batch of special materials and intended to negotiate a new business deal. Unexpectedly, after an experiment during his leisure time, Oran seemed to have encountered that mysterious phenomenon again.

Even his body had undergone some changes during this process, becoming much younger, returning to the appearance of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old.

Due to his dream ability, Oran had an excellent memory. Even after more than twenty years had passed since arriving in Valoran, he still remembered some previous events, including the term "God Valley."

However, this was limited to major events, such as the final outcome of a certain war.

He couldn't recall the specific details.

There were two people in total who had called out to Oran. Besides this big-faced man with the strange, explosive hairstyle, there was also a little girl, who looked quite dirty, with a target drawn on her clothes.

"Don't just stand there, kid. My goal is to survive. You don't want to wait here to die, do you? If that's the case, I won't waste my time here! Yohoho!"

After confirming that Oran had noticed him, the big-faced man stood up and made a strange gesture, continuing to wait for Oran's response.

"First, let's clarify one thing. What are your names?"

"My name is Ginny. This is my big brother, Ivankov. Is this something very important? Also, kid, shouldn't you tell us your name?

Or is your name just 'Kid'?"

As Ginny asked, she was stuffing food into her mouth. The dark-looking food didn't seem appetizing, but she ate it with relish.

"Just call me Oran. Let's talk after you come down. Your goal is to survive, so you must have a plan, right?"

The slightly familiar name, combined with the location name "God Valley," allowed Oran to determine the current time and specific event, and he was completely certain of where he had ended up.

Compared to the nascent lands of the Valoran world he had previously speculated about, this place was terrible.

Ivankov had not yet become the Okama King, but his face was already quite striking. According to Oran's memory, Ivankov had definitely escaped successfully, otherwise, there wouldn't be an Okama King later on.

However, he didn't plan to follow them directly. It was better to rely on himself than to ask for help; only he himself was the most reliable. His appearance here was already a variable. Placing the future in the hands of others was not a wise move.

Oran remembered some of the situation in God Valley. Whether it was powerful pirates like Rocks or Roger, or Navy like Garp, or even one of the Five Elders, Saturn, almost all the famous figures of the future could be seen here.

And they all had one thing in common: no one cared about the ordinary people on the island. If they didn't want to be erased from existence by the World Government here, they had to rely on themselves.

Oran needed Ivankov and the others to provide some specific details about the island so he could research his countermeasures. If he had enough time, the things he brought on his ship could handle the situation.

Ivankov's reason for actively seeking him out was also very simple: he knew that he and Ginny alone did not have the ability to escape from here, so they needed some help to form an escape team.

Whether they were slaves or the original residents of God Valley, they were all prey for the Celestial Dragons, so they naturally had a common stance.

While searching for companions, they were attracted by the sounds from here. When Ivankov and Ginny arrived, they saw the black ship that had already completed its traversal.

Using trees and vines, Ivankov and Ginny slid down from a gentler slope, landing beneath Oran's ship.

The pitch-black hull was unlike the mainstream ship hulls on the sea, and the metallic sheen was even rarer.

But before they could think too much, Oran threw down a rope ladder from above. They exchanged glances, and the two climbed onto the ship's deck one after another.

However, the formal meeting was not very friendly. As soon as their feet touched the deck, the seemingly seamless deck flipped open, and two dark cannon barrels emerged, aiming at them.

"Don't be nervous, it's just the automatic defense mechanism on my ship. Come up. As long as you don't act aggressively, they won't attack you."

Seeing the bewildered Ivankov and Ginny, Oran gestured for them to relax.

The seas around the continent of Valoran were not peaceful, so Oran's ship was naturally equipped with considerable heavy firepower. This was also why he dared to let outsiders board his ship. In a sense, it was also a way to remind strangers not to mess around.

Panic flashed in Ivankov's eyes and was replaced by a sense of joy. Encountering someone with a lot of weapons in this situation was not a bad thing.

"Stop looking for now. If necessary, I will naturally let them play their intended role. Now, shouldn't we talk about the information you have?"

Oran could see what Ivankov was thinking. He didn't care about a few weapons; as long as they could be effective, it was enough.

In this situation, sharing some supplies for the ultimate goal was not a problem.

"Let me explain. You probably don't know about this. In short, those Celestial Dragons organize an event like this every once in a while.

Disobedient slaves, criminals they dislike, or the indigenous people of the chosen country become their prey.

For three weeks of hunting, everyone on the island will be slaughtered, and the island will become a new territory of the World Government."

Ginny explained her intelligence. The Celestial Dragons needed a certain amount of time to select the location and prepare for the event, and the journey to the destination also took time. It was precisely during this time that Ginny and Ivankov saw some opportunities.

"The Celestial Dragons give prizes to the winners of the event, and those prizes are the key to our escape."

"Prizes?"

While listening to Ginny's explanation of the plan, Oran also re-examined the equipment on the ship. In this situation, Oran needed to confirm what was on the ship that could be useful and prevent any accidents.

"That's right. I am an expert in theft and eavesdropping. Two of the prizes are the strongest-class Devil Fruits, which can turn you into the Mythical Beast Azure Dragon after eating them.

There's also the Paw-Paw Fruit, which can send yourself or others flying to a distant island. As long as we get these two fruits, we can escape using their abilities. If we're lucky, it might even be possible to get dozens more people out."

At this point, Ginny even waved her hand towards the sky as if to boost her confidence.

"Hippolu, little brother, this is our plan. Can the cannons on your ship be removed? The prizes are in the center of the island. We can't do this without proper preparation.

We need more manpower..."

Ivankov sized up the things on Oran's ship. Everything here was new to him. Both the special materials and the equipment on the ship were things he had never seen before.

Ginny's movements were not as obvious as his, but there was also undisguised curiosity in her eyes.

"Those weapons are not suitable for mobile use. Come with me. I do have some things that can be used, and I can share my thoughts with you.

A word of caution: don't touch things randomly, or you might get hurt."

Oran led the two towards the direction of the ship's cabin. Just as Oran had said, they cautiously followed behind him.

The automatic defense cannons from before had a certain effect. Even though they were curious about the things on the ship, Ivankov and the others did not touch them, burying their questions for the time being.

Due to damage to some of the power supply systems, the cabin was slightly dim. The unknown environment made Ginny a little nervous, but she continued to speak:

"I've already sent out the message. I hope the prize will attract others. That's all for now. Do you have anything to add?"

Ginny and Ivankov's plan still lacked details. After all, with just the two of them, this matter would be absolutely impossible to succeed, so they had only created a general framework.

"First of all, it can be confirmed that ordinary ships cannot leave here, right."

"Yes, the Navy has already surrounded this place. I don't know how strong those people are. It might be difficult to even fly out...

Your ship looks very powerful, but it can't withstand that kind of firepower..."

Ivankov's expression was grim. Their plan had only found a glimmer of hope in despair; it had not fundamentally changed the situation.

"Then, what do you think of this?"

After walking through a corridor, Oran returned to his workshop. He took out a pair of spherical objects from a box on the desk and fixed them onto the table.

The surface of the spheres was not a single metallic color but was covered with complex golden decorations. These decorations displayed a precise mechanical texture, as if telling some unknown story.

As Oran pressed a switch, slight cracks appeared on the spheres. Through the gaps, a faint blue glow could be seen in the center.

Under the puzzled gazes of Ivankov and Ginny, Oran casually picked up a screwdriver from the table and placed it at one end of one of the spheres.

The next moment, with a whirring sound of gears, a brilliant blue light condensed like ripples. The screwdriver was gradually assimilated by the light, the gears on the outside of the other sphere began to rotate, and the port also lit up at this moment.

As dots of blue light condensed again, the screwdriver reappeared completely on the opposite side of the other sphere.