The Blue Sea? I Know Where It Is...

A few months later, Goa Kingdom, East Blue.

A raging fire rose from the abandoned dump. To welcome the Celestial Dragons, Goa Kingdom had deliberately set ablaze the place where the lower-class citizens, thugs, and hooligans lived.

This kingdom, praised as the most beautiful in the East Blue, had its so-called filth hidden away in the shadows burned completely clean in that inferno.

Yet no one noticed that, before the blaze reduced everything to ashes, a wild hurricane had quietly descended, blowing open a path to freedom for the people surviving in Gray Terminal.

The grand preparations of the Goa Kingdom's king and many nobles had finally led to this day. Outlook III, one of Goa Kingdom's great nobles, began urging his disappointing biological son.

"Sabo? Sabo! Hurry up! The Celestial Dragons are about to arrive. We can't lose our noble manners in front of them."

After calling for a long while without receiving any response from his son, Outlook III began to feel uneasy and quickly pulled a key from his pocket.

Click!

The lock fell to the floor. Outlook III pushed open the door and found the bedroom completely empty.

"Sabo?! You unfilial brat! At the crucial moment when we are to offer counsel to the Celestial Dragons, where has that little bastard run off to again? What the hell are you people even doing?!"

The guards beside him lowered their heads and admitted fault, while his elaborately dressed wife hurriedly tried to calm him down.

"The Celestial Dragons are nearly here. It's already too late to send the guards looking for him. Let's take Stelly with us first. At the very least, one heir must be present..."

"Hmph! I'll hold you accountable when we get back!"

With an angry snort, Outlook III hurried with his wife and