"Uranus."
Loa drew a heavy breath, his fingers tapping a steady rhythm on the tabletop. Sabo and Dragon said nothing. They waited quietly for him to digest the news.
After a long while, Loa pointed at himself, eyes wide. "So I'm the Third Ancient Weapon, Uranus?"
Was this some kind of joke?
I'm a transmigrator, damn it!
And aren't you supposed to be called Uranus?
What kind of Uranus controls the Undead instead of the sky? Just look at Pluton—uh, never mind that.
"It's only a strong possibility. About ninety percent, I'd say."
Seeing Loa's stunned expression, Dragon felt he had finally scored a point and made a rare joke. But when a sudden chill filled the air, he coughed twice and swiftly changed the subject. "I once served as Vegapunk's Guard, so I learned quite a bit. Do you know why the Antonio Family failed before? And why they've gained the upper hand again now?"
"Don't tell me it's all because of me. I'm not taking the blame for that!"
That had happened decades, maybe a century ago. Loa hadn't even been born in his own world then! If the source of this world's turmoil somehow still came down to him, that would really be...
A pain in the balls!
"I can't say for certain, but it's close to what you're thinking," Dragon answered gravely. "The Antonio Family always possessed something that could summon the Ancient Weapon 'Uranus,' but they lost it long ago. I don't know much about what happened before that. What I do know is that they failed a hundred years ago because the Five Elders used a scheme to steal the trump card they'd recovered."
"And the reason they've succeeded now is the same. Somehow, they reclaimed the means to summon Uranus and forced the