Unlike what they had seen from the sea outside the island, walking through the streets and alleys of this ultra-ancient city gave everyone an even stronger sense of how extraordinary it was.
Beyond the mountains of treasure piled everywhere, buildings of every imaginable style stood throughout the city. It seemed that people of all kinds of races had once lived here, from Giants to the tiny Tontatta. There were buildings in the style of Sky Island's Angel Tribe, as well as those in the style of the Fish-Men of the underwater Fish-Man Island. As Robin walked through the streets and alleys, she even discovered some Kuja-style buildings.
"This is incredible!"
It made Robin think involuntarily of Wenmikudan Island.
The architecture of this island, where so many races had mingled, was very similar to that of Wenmikudan Island in the Rainbow Country.
However, this island seemed even more remarkable. The clearest evidence lay inside these buildings: despite the passage of eight hundred years, the meals, ingredients, and all sorts of everyday supplies remained as fresh as ever. Crocodile even found cigars in one of the rooms.
After making sure everything was safe, everyone, who had been hungry for quite some time, dug in without hesitation and took a short rest.
Looking at the rows of machines that produced meals, Sanji seemed a little discouraged after tasting their food.
"What are these things, cooking machines? With machines like these, who would ever need a chef again?"
Luffy, Bonney, Usopp, and Chopper, who were feasting nearby, did not care in the slightest.
"Hehe, are you jealous, Sanji?"
"Sanji's actually jealous of a machine!"
"What a strange man!"
Hearing them, Sanji snapped angrily.
"What nonsense are you idiots spouting?!"
Sanji was merely a little upset. Cooking was something sacred to him, and he could