More than ten years passed in a flash as they traveled the world.
The Demon King, Ye Zhuo, had finally been everywhere.
On the way back to Demon King Island,
Ye Zhuo glanced at the countdown. "More than sixty years left?"
Years had flown by.
Thanks to the Life Grail and the Book of Ages, the original members of the Demon King Pirates had Eternal Youth.
Ye Zhuo often drank wine from the Life Grail, though he had no need to worry about aging.
Permanent trait: Immortality.
It would make him immortal throughout the Myriad Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms.
The first half meant eternal life: neither his body nor his soul could die.
The second meant that not one bit of him could be weakened or diminished.
His stamina and spirit were inexhaustible, and naturally, he would never grow old.
Basically, he could unleash his strongest moves whenever he pleased.
Generally speaking,
Eternal Youth could not compare to eternal life and indestructibility.
And eternal life and indestructibility could not compare to Immortality.
"How boring. More than ten years have gone by.
There are sixty emperors in the world now.
Even Rob Lucci and Kaku have died of old age."
Their souls had been swapped into Sengoku's and Garp's bodies, and over the past twenty-odd years, both had kicked the bucket.
With so many emperors at sea,
people had begun proclaiming themselves kings.
The King of the Marines, the King of the Mountain Bandits, the Pirate King, the Lord of the Coast, the King of the East Blue, the King of the Grand Line, the King of the New World, the King of the Red Line, the King of the World, the King of Swordsmanship...
All told, there were more than a dozen.
Unfortunately, none of them had the nerve