Ability

Nearly every resident of the island had died.

Only a father and daughter had survived to this day, two hundred years later, thanks to Pure Gold. Their bodies had barely aged.

"Hmph! Mind your own business!"

The "girl" called Olga snorted and ignored her father's concern.

She had bronze skin, crimson eyes, and long, curly golden hair that hung loose.

Despite her youthful appearance, she carried a gloomy, aged air.

After all, she was an old relic who had lived for nearly two hundred years.

She had spent all that time cut off from the world, but the years had still left their mark on her.

She harbored some resentment toward her father.

It was his insistence on researching Pure Gold that had drawn the Pirates to fight over it in the first place.

And those Pirates had killed her mother.

This damned Pure Gold was also why she had ended up like this.

But without it, her terminal illness would have killed her two hundred years ago.

Pure Gold had saved her, and Pure Gold had ruined her.

"You shouldn't keep wearing that ring."

Atlas spoke up as he watched the father and daughter, whose reunion was anything but smooth.

"Hm? What are you trying to do?"

Olga went on guard at once. She set down her food without thinking and fixed her crimson eyes on Atlas.

She looked like... a feral cat guarding its meal.

"I don't care what you do from here on, but the Pure Gold on your hand cannot be allowed out on the sea. I trust you understand the danger it poses."

"Dr. Acier?"

Atlas's gaze was calm, but his tone left no room for refusal.

He had already buried the earlier mass of Pure Gold beneath the island where Acier and her daughter