Five minutes later, the light vanished completely.
And the Sabaody Archipelago had vanished entirely.
All that remained was the sea, which had yet to settle.
Everyone stared blankly at the giant screen, unable to process what they had seen.
Until someone shouted.
"It's gone! The Sabaody Archipelago is gone!"
The man was a pirate, and he looked as though his soul had left his body.
It was gone, but he was still in Paradise.
This had all but cut off his route to the New World!
More and more pirates shuffled away from the giant screen like walking corpses.
It was as though they had lost their dreams in an instant.
How vicious.
What Randall had done was utterly ruthless.
He had trapped them in Paradise for good.
Some youths who were about to set sail looked utterly lost, so bewildered they had forgotten who they were.
Was there still any point in going to sea?
Setting out when they knew there was no way forward—wasn't that just foolish?
Of course, some youths fell into deep thought instead.
Just now, Randall had exposed the true face of pirates.
It made them realize that pirates might be a far, far cry from the image they had held in their minds.
As it turned out, pirates' freedom was built upon the lack of freedom of hundreds, even thousands of others.
Shanks clenched his fists, staring fixedly at the blue sea on the screen.
Without this route, could the future he had chosen still reach the New World?
Was he supposed to blunder into the Calm Belt like a headless chicken?
Or climb over the ten-thousand-meter-high Red Line?
Could he really grow that strong in Paradise?
"Randall!"
Shanks gritted his teeth, wishing he could tear Randall apart with his bare hands.
After venting