Summit Melee!

(PS: Still a 6,000-word mega-chapter.)

Wu Pifu did not dwell on it for long. As the saying went, the boat would straighten itself when it reached the bridge. He had never agonized over things he could not accomplish yet.

On a cosmic scale, unless one became a Root Source, even Ascendant Bodies were far too insignificant. Human civilization currently possessed neither the technological prowess nor the extraordinary abilities to send Gaia rapidly to Kepler-186f. That matter could only be left for the future—whether through special extraordinary powers such as space or time abilities, or by finding faster-than-light technology in the Dream World that could be used on the Absolute True Layer. Only such things could solve the problem.

At this time, Wind Dragon and the media mogul had gone to seize Devil Fruits for him. He had also decided to follow their advice and capture as many Celestial Dragons as possible first. On one hand, this would draw the World Government's attention; on the other, it would raise the stakes for tearing open the curtain on the Summit War.

Yet the World Government remained completely unmoved, and no Ascendant Bodies appeared again. Instead, it began relocating large numbers of civilians into New Era City, the World Government's headquarters.

With the World Government's overwhelming power over the Grand Line, coupled with this world's bizarre style—sailing ships, electronic systems, televisions, and even more advanced technology all existing together—more than two million civilians were relocated to New Era City in a short time. More were still being transported in from behind.

Even with Wu Pifu's meager understanding of civil affairs, he knew that forcibly relocating millions of people in a short period would have been a humanitarian disaster in any pre-modern age. More than two million civilians had arrived in New Era City.