The Robot's Betrayal

Vegapunk stood like a frozen statue, chin in hand, lost in deep thought. He remained that way for several hours. If his lips had not occasionally moved as he muttered softly to himself, others might truly have mistaken him for a lifeless sculpture.

Swain stood beside him, anxious and eager to ask what exactly he was thinking about.

But the way a genius thought was beyond his understanding. What if his rash interruption caused Vegapunk to lose his train of thought, and what Vegapunk had been considering happened to be the crucial information he desperately needed? That would be terrible.

Suddenly, Vegapunk slapped his forehead, his face bursting with delight as he shouted excitedly, "I figured it out!"

Before his words had even faded, he hurriedly shoved Swain aside and rushed to the Poneglyph. Tilting his head back, he stared intently at the obscure lines of writing.

"So that's it, so that's it!" Vegapunk muttered excitedly.

"What does that mean?" Swain asked impatiently.

"We've actually all been deceived by the World Government!" Vegapunk explained gravely.

Only then did he suddenly realize that Swain was still beside him. Thinking back, he seemed to have just pushed aside a mass of black shadow. So that had been Swain.

"There is actually one more Poneglyph."

"One more? That must be the one in Wano Country." Swain answered without hesitation. In truth, he had long wanted Vegapunk to study what secrets it recorded.

"No." Vegapunk shook his head solemnly. "Look here!" As he spoke, he pointed at a spot.

Swain followed the direction of his finger and saw something that looked like a worm constantly wriggling. At least, that was how it appeared to Swain, an illiterate man who knew absolutely nothing about Poneglyphs.

"What does this mean?" Swain asked in confusion.

"It means