Storming the Holy Land?!

Amazon Lily's palace, main hall.

Oak had brazenly taken over the magpie's nest, sitting high on the Empress's throne, while Gloriosa sat below.

"That's my seat!"

Hancock stood to the side with her hands on her hips, glaring at him. He really didn't stand on ceremony, sitting right on my throne.

"I know!"

Oak flashed her a wicked smile, with no intention of getting up. He even took a deep breath.

"Smells nice!"

Hancock's scent still lingered on the throne.

"You..."

Hancock pointed at him, trembling with anger, yet she could do nothing to him.

She simply could not beat him. She had tried a few more times just now, and every time, this man had easily dealt with her. Worse still, he took advantage of her a little every single time. When had someone as proud as her ever suffered such humiliation? She was speechless for a long while.

"Hancock—"

In the end, Granny Nyon spoke up and stopped Hancock from continuing to tangle with Oak. If she kept tangling with him, Hancock would be the only one at a disadvantage.

"Tell me. How did you come back to life?"

Not wanting Hancock and Oak to continue their entanglement, Gloriosa questioned Oak. She truly was curious about it. Oak had clearly died thirty-six years ago, and the World Government had announced it personally. Yet thirty-six years later, Oak was standing before her again, safe and sound—and even stronger than before.

Oak could only explain his experiences over the years once more.

That was the troublesome part about seeing old friends after returning to the seas. Every one of them asked why he had not died.

"Before coming to see you, I went to see Shiki too!"

After explaining, Oak spoke to Gloriosa, but his gaze remained unwilling to linger