Storming the God Valley Treasury for a Huge Haul

Rektol raised his right hand.

Blue-white lightning crackled between his fingers. The air instantly became dry and scorching.

The violent heat of two hundred million volts struck precisely at the giant brass lock in the center of the Adam Wood door.

There was no ear-piercing crash.

The half-body-sized brass lock melted the instant it touched the lightning.

Dark yellow molten brass ran down the deep-red wood grain. It dripped onto the bluestone floor below, scorching the dirt until it hissed and smoked, burning one black pit after another.

Rektol took half a step back.

The muscles in his right leg suddenly tensed beneath his loose trousers. His military boot tore through the air with a howling gust as it viciously kicked the heavy door.

Boom!

The Adam Wood doors, over ten meters tall, let out a cracking groan under the unbearable strain.

The hinges shattered. The enormous doors fell straight backward, smashing heavily onto the tiles inside.

The ground shook violently. Gray dust over three meters high rolled toward them like waves.

Katakuri raised an arm in front of his face. The choking dust made him sneeze twice.

Before the dust had fully settled.

Blinding golden light stabbed into everyone's eyes like knives.

The dark underground chamber instantly became as bright as day.

Katakuri tore off his gas mask and casually tossed it by his feet.

His eyes widened. His Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty as he swallowed audibly.

What lay behind the door was no ordinary storeroom.

It was a hollow cavern even larger than the plaza at Marine Headquarters.

Everywhere he looked was Pure Gold.

Gold bricks were stacked neatly into small mountains along both sides. Several Pure Gold goblets set with cat's-eye gemstones lay scattered across the ground.

One casual kick would send gold coins clattering away, rolling all the way to the edge of Katakuri's boots.

Dozens of famous blades were embedded in the wall on the right. Their sheaths were set with pigeon-egg-sized rubies that gleamed with a bloodthirsty luster beneath the lights.

Further inside.

Rows of heavy, sealed lead cylinders were piled up. They were filled with yellowed parchment scrolls—the Ancient Weapons blueprints the Celestial Dragons had plundered for eight hundred years.

The air was thick with the sharp tang of metal and the moldy odor of old paper.

"Big brother..." Katakuri clenched his fists.

His ten freshly reattached fingers still throbbed faintly. Looking at the treasury stretching beyond sight, his voice was somewhat hoarse.

"Are we taking all of this? Can the warship even hold it?"

Rektol did not answer.

Another dull tremor came from the layer of earth overhead. Pebbles fell from the ceiling, striking the gold bricks with crisp clinks.

It was the collision of Conqueror's Haki above the Grand Canyon. Rocks and Roger's battle had reached its climax.

There was not enough time.

If they moved it piece by piece by hand, they would not finish even by next year.

Rektol turned to look at Cracker, who stood at the very back.

Cracker's mouth hung open. His jaw nearly dropped to his chest.

A transparent string of drool dripped onto his round belly. The half piece of black bread he had been clutching tightly had long since fallen into a muddy puddle.

He had never seen so much money in his life. Totto Land's entire fortune was not even a fraction of this.

Rektol walked over and slapped the back of Cracker's head.

Smack!

"Stop staring. Get to work." Rektol's voice was cold and hard.

After taking the slap, Cracker hurriedly wiped away his drool with the back of his hand.

"Pack it all up." Rektol pointed at the entire cavern.

"Not one gold coin or scrap of paper goes to those pigs up there."

Cracker took a deep breath. His fat face instantly turned crimson.

He stepped forward twice, planted his feet, and slammed both palms onto the bluestone tiles.

Bzzz—

He drove the Magnet-Magnet Fruit's power to its limit. Invisible magnetic ripples spread wildly outward through the ground.

The entire treasury let out a teeth-grinding screech of metal scraping against metal.

Pure Gold was not iron and could not be controlled directly by magnetism.

But Cracker could control the iron ore veins underground, every pure iron safe in the treasury, the weapon racks, and the metal pipes buried beneath the ground.

"Rise!" Cracker roared, his voice cracking instantly.

The ground split apart with a thunderous boom.

The bluestone-paved floor was ripped up from its foundations by the violent magnetic force. Massive iron safes smashed through the walls and flew into the air with clods of dirt.

Countless famous blades, spears, and iron armor, mixed with lead cylinders full of blueprints, gathered together under the frantic tearing force of magnetism.

The Pure Gold bricks and coins were tightly swept up among the scrap metal and safes, rolled inside like dumpling filling.

A massive mixed-metal sphere over fifty meters in diameter slowly took shape in midair.

It blocked the artificial light source above the treasury, casting a vast shadow.

Two streams of blood spurted from Cracker's nostrils.

He wiped them carelessly with his sleeve, smearing blood across half his face. His legs trembled violently, and his kneecaps creaked.

Yet he forcibly held up the terrifying weight of that colossal mass.

"B-Big brother..." Cracker gritted his teeth, blood seeping from his gums.

"It's too heavy! I can't hold it for long!"

"Then hold it anyway. If you dare drop a single piece of gold, I'll skin you alive."

Rektol did not even look at him.

His eyes lit up with blinding blue light. The All-Knowing Eye's sensory net instantly spread through the entire ruined treasury.

His gaze passed through the coins and sheets of iron flying through the air. It directly filtered out those vulgar treasures.

It locked onto an isolated platform at the deepest part of the treasury.

There was a half-meter-wide agarwood box.

It sat alone atop a white jade platform. With no gold, silver, or jewels around it, it seemed utterly out of place.

The agarwood fragrance was intense. It pierced through the dust and drilled straight into his nostrils.

He had found it.

Rektol strode forward on his short legs.

His military boots stepped over the overturned muddy ground as he quickly headed toward the platform.

The area around the platform had originally been filled with hidden mechanisms and poison-arrow launchers.

But Cracker's violent magnetic pull had uprooted every metal spring and twisted them into scrap.

Rektol walked unimpeded to the white jade platform.

Two yellowed seals were pasted across the surface of the wooden box. The seals bore the World Government's cross-star emblem, their edges sealed with red wax.

He extended his left hand and grabbed a corner of a seal.

Riiip.

The seal was roughly torn apart. Scraps of paper fell at his feet, and the wax shattered.

Rektol hooked his right hand under the lid and forcefully flipped it open.

Click.

The wooden box opened.

There was no blinding light.

A fruit covered in azure scale-like patterns lay quietly atop a yellow silk cushion.

Its stem resembled a pair of miniature dragon horns. The entire fruit radiated the oppressive aura of an ancient ferocious beast.

Just as Rektol was about to reach out and take it.

Rumble!

The hard rock wall on the left side of the treasury was suddenly smashed apart from outside by brute force.

Tons of rubble exploded outward like cannonballs. Dust instantly swallowed half the stone platform.

A tall figure crashed through the wall, carrying a pungent stench of blood, and slammed heavily into the mud beside the platform.

Two thick bull horns grew from the man's head.

His entire body was covered in wounds carved open by sharp blades. Blood mixed with mud, dyeing his clothes a dark black.

The youth lay sprawled amid the rubble, gasping heavily. Every breath brought up bloody foam.

He struggled to raise his head.

His bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at the azure fruit inside the wooden box.