Grand Line, Gago'o Island.
It was home to the Kingdom of Geglia, one of the World Government Member States.
Near Reverse Mountain, it had once been an obscure nation. Thirty years ago, the prince who had returned from traveling and studying abroad-the previous king-had conducted a survey.
Within the royal family's private hunting grounds, he had discovered an ore vein stretching an unknown distance.
Through mining and sales, the nation's wealth had steadily grown, and twenty-four years ago, it had become one of the World Government Member States.
Unfortunately, after the previous king's only child had inherited the throne, he had issued one absurd order after another.
Public resentment had grown ever louder, threatening to spiral out of control...
In the pitch-black forest outside the Royal City.
The weather was poor, and dark clouds obscured the starlight overhead.
Unless someone came within five meters, they would never notice the people lying in ambush there.
And those people were packed densely throughout the forest.
Emporio Ivankov, commander of the Revolutionary Army's G Army (Grand Line Army), stared at his faintly glowing watch:
"Half an hour left. How are the deployments coming along?"
"Inazuma."
A man with a steady, calm voice and a cold-looking face,
his hair and clothes sharply divided into white on one side and orange on the other, said:
"Don't worry. Everything is ready."
His hands had also transformed into two enormous scissors, ready for battle:
"I've finished cutting all the ground we'll use to scale the walls."
"We can connect it to the walls at any time."
Ivankov nodded:
"Good. Get ready for battle."
"For some reason, I keep feeling uneasy this time."
Normally laughing and joking, Ivankov was unusually serious that day.
A sense of danger from some unknown source haunted him.
Inazuma frowned slightly:
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