"Hey, you smiling bastard, you knew all along, didn't you?!"
Coming back to his senses, Sanji instinctively raised his voice. Hua Yue's smile remained unchanged as he looked down upon the countless beings fighting below, a trace of indifference flashing through his eyes.
"This was the Celestial Dragons' choice, and it is also the fate everyone must face. From the moment the gears began to turn, they were destined to be unable to stop."
"Those who endured exploitation and willingly accepted the status quo would eventually bear the bitter fruit they had brewed with their own hands, watching helplessly as their homeland vanished into the deep sea..."
"So, would they give everything they had and burn their blood and bones to fight for the last sliver of land on which to survive, or would they hand over their final refuge and be buried beneath the All Blue?"
"The right to choose is fairly given to everyone. That is precisely why they are shown mercy."
As he spoke, the phantom in the sky shifted, and a massive three-dimensional projection appeared beside Vegapunk.
"Since the beginning of the Void Century, sea levels across the world have been slowly rising once every three years..."
"Until thirty-six years ago, when God Valley, a non-World Government-affiliated nation in the West Blue, vanished unexpectedly, the rising seas came to a halt..."
"Combined with the latest readings from current sea-level detection equipment, I can conclude that the true culprit behind the annual rise of the seas that will eventually drown the entire world is none other than the Celestial Dragons, who call themselves the descendants of the Creator!"
The moment those words were spoken, civilians from more than two hundred nations who had witnessed this upheaval were left utterly dumbfounded.
"What does that mean? The World Nobles—the