Historical Text

But the button on the stone door had been badly corroded by the water, and they could not press it at all.

Olvia gave Kuina a look, signaling for her to come over and help.

Kuina swam over and pulled a dagger from her calf, wedging it into the crack in the door while Olvia continued fiddling with the button.

After all, they were underwater, and because of the buoyancy, they could not exert their full strength.

Just as both of them were about to run out of oxygen, the secret chamber's door finally began to open slowly.

Because of the difference in pressure between the inside and outside, the few of them were sucked inside.

"Cough, cough!"

Olvia coughed violently several times before turning to look at the equally drenched Kuina.

"Are you all right? How do you feel?"

Kuina had choked on a few mouthfuls of water when she came in, but she was not seriously hurt.

"I'm fine. Did Moyun come in?"

As soon as Kuina finished speaking, a huge frog leaped out, spitting a person from its mouth.

"Damn it, how dare you spit me out!"

Moyun rolled straight out. This was the first time since coming to the pirate world that he had been so miserable!

It was all this frog's fault!

"Why did it take you so long to open the door just now? Did something happen?"

Although Moyun had been inside the frog's mouth the whole time, he could still tell when the frog had stopped moving. It had clearly remained there for quite a while.

"We ran into a little trouble while opening the door, but fortunately, it's been resolved."

Olvia waved her hand indifferently, swept her wet hair back, and looked around.

This place looked more like a room, but there was a huge cube in the middle of it.

Looking at the cube's exterior, Moyun knew that this was the Poneglyph they had been searching for all along.

"Hahaha! So this is the Poneglyph! I finally get to see one!"

Moyun excitedly walked forward, reached out to touch the stone, and quietly felt it.

So the secrets of that hundred-year period had been recorded on a stone like this. Although he could not understand what was written on it, that did not dampen his enthusiasm!

"Olvia, tell me quickly! What does this say?"

The square stone had not only words carved into it, but also a drawing.

It seemed to depict the shape of this island.

"Let me see."

Olvia frowned. Moyun might be disappointed, but this did not record anything about the history of that hundred-year period. It merely recorded the origin of this island.

"It only says how this island was born. Nothing else is written."

"What?"

Moyun sensed that something was wrong. What kind of person would record how this island had been born? More importantly, there were no humans on this island!

"Is there anything else recorded? I have a feeling it can't be this simple!"

Olvia was puzzled as well, but that was exactly what was written on it.

There was a volcano in the sea, and the collision between magma and seawater could easily produce a small island.

But what kind of person could have recorded this?

Olvia circled the stone several times before finally finding a string of extremely tiny characters on its back.

"There are words here too. It says: They only asked me to write down this island's history. They didn't ask me to do anything else before taking me away."

"What else?"

Moyun asked anxiously. There had to be more records.

However, even after Olvia searched several times, she could not find any other words on the stone.

"That's all. There's nothing else."

"Who were they? And who am I supposed to be?"

It seemed things were not that simple after all.

Perhaps this island had also been created according to someone's plans.

But who could possess such enormous power as to control whether an island existed?

"I don't know. That's all this records. And the final words are written very hastily. It seems they were written secretly, but then those people arrived, so they took the writer away with them."

That was all Olvia could think of.

"All right. This is a mystery. I hope we can solve it someday."

Moyun sighed. This was the first Poneglyph they had discovered. Perhaps after examining more of them in the future, they would find some clues.

Still, they should look around and see whether there was anything else here.

"Moyun, what are you still looking for? Aren't we leaving?"

"Wait a moment. I'm checking to see if there are any treasures. Finding something would be a nice bonus."

Moyun was not exactly short of money, but perhaps some predecessor had visited this place and left behind a useful weapon or something. It was not impossible.

Unfortunately, Moyun was ultimately disappointed. There was nothing here.

"Sigh, let's go. I have a feeling we gained nothing from this trip."

"Ribbit!"

When the frog nearby heard Moyun say they were leaving, it eagerly opened its mouth and waited for Moyun to climb inside.

"Ah, how could I forget about that? It's still so disgusting."

Moyun sighed. Disgusting or not, he would just have to endure it. He had already endured it once.

Once they reached the surface, he would immediately use his ability to escape and get far away from this troublesome place.

"Let's go."

On the shore, Hisoka had fallen asleep while holding the frog. Even with the huge flapping sound of wings beside him, nothing could stop Hisoka from entering a sweet dream.

"Cough, cough, cough. My god, it's finally over."

When Moyun emerged from the frog's mouth, he felt as if he had been reborn!

"Hisoka, Hisoka, wake up! You're unbelievable. I suffered down there while you were snoring away here. Aren't you afraid of those mosquitoes anymore?"

Moyun turned around and immediately saw Hisoka snoring away in the corner.

This made his anger flare up.

"Hey, weren't you the one who insisted on going down? You could have stayed here with me instead."

Hisoka muttered his complaint under his breath. Complaining was one thing, but he absolutely could not let Moyun hear him, or his life would be in danger.

Seeing that the big frog had nothing else to do here, Moyun put the several little frogs on the ground and waved at them.

"Hurry up and go. I never want to see another frog again."

"Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit!"

The big frog understood what Moyun was saying and croaked at him several times in displeasure.

It had helped them so much, yet in the end, it was actually being looked down on. Humans really were ungrateful!

"What? You're not satisfied? It's already good enough that I didn't hit you. You cast an illusion over us and made us wander around that little path for so long."

"Ribbit."

The big frog guiltily shifted its eyes away. It had thought they would be easy to deal with, but it had never expected them to break through the illusion and capture its son.

This illusion was no ordinary illusion.