Ohara.
The sacred land of knowledge in the West Blue, once the island most coveted by every archaeologist in their pursuit of learning, was now unusually desolate and ruined.
No one had passed through this place for many years. Even merchant ships deliberately detoured around these cursed waters when passing nearby.
The mist said to have been released by sea sirens had never dispersed, adding another touch of bleakness and mystery to this island destroyed beneath a Buster Call.
As the only resident living here, Shin's daily life was always leisurely and easy.
Planting flowers and herbs, fishing, or studying other strange and unusual things were all his pleasures.
Or, when he was truly bored, splitting off his consciousness to explore the endless multiverse was also a meaningful way to pass the time.
Still, he did not dare delve too deeply. Once his consciousness truly entered some distant universe, the flow of time would become chaotic. By the time he woke up, who knew how much time would have passed here?
A dream lasting a thousand years was unlikely with his current level of control, but a dream lasting a century was still entirely possible.
After all, exploring the multiverse was itself fraught with chaos and danger.
Things on the pirate side were already nearing their conclusion. If he woke up only to find that Luffy had already died of old age, he would truly have nowhere to cry.
Shin no longer had the slightest interest in taking part in Luffy's adventures.
Given his realm and strength, it would be strange if he actually joined in. They simply were not competitors on the same level.
All he was doing was waiting—waiting for Luffy to retrace the path Roger had once walked, find Laugh Tale, and open the great treasure Roger