The earth let out a groan of unbearable strain as countless jagged cracks spread like black lightning, bottomless and deep. The animals that had once lived peacefully on the island were driven by instinct, their eyes turning bloodshot as they became incomparably violent, merging into a panicked torrent and scrambling to flee the island.
Along the coast, the sea seemed to have been stirred by an invisible giant hand, surging into towering waves dozens of meters high. Murky crests crashed viciously against reefs and shore foundations, and a devastating tsunami appeared imminent.
The Marine soldiers and Cipher Pol personnel responsible for guarding the outskirts of the laboratory went pale. This sudden natural disaster was far beyond anything they could handle, and they could only hurriedly report it to their superiors through Den Den Mushi, their voices trembling with fear.
Deep within the island, inside a core building reinforced with a special alloy and Seastone composite material, it was as though the place had been cut off from the world. There was not the slightest tremor.
"What a leisurely day."
Jaygarcia Saturn Saint gently blew across the rising steam in his teacup and took a sip of specially supplied black tea from a spring island somewhere on the Grand Line.
Today happened to be the day of his routine inspection of the progress of Vegapunk's various research projects.
Suddenly, an urgent internal emergency signal interrupted his leisurely moment. Saturn calmly set down his white porcelain teacup and steadily accepted the transmission.
After hearing the report, his brows, usually as still as an ancient well, rarely furrowed into a deep crease.
An earthquake? Punk Hazard? What kind of joke was this?!
Saturn rapidly analyzed the situation in his mind. Whether it was a seaquake or an earthquake, neither this island nor these