"Isn't disobedient dogs what That Lord hates most?!"
Saint Charlos's shrieks, filled with morbid excitement and venomous calculation, echoed through the deathly silent jungle, sounding particularly grating and ugly.
Yas turned a deaf ear to the schemes and barking of the trash behind him.
His figure moved like a phantom. In a few flickers, he had crossed several thousand meters and appeared atop a steep, isolated peak that towered into the clouds at the center of God Valley.
This was the highest point on the entire island.
From here, he could overlook all of God Valley.
Yas sat cross-legged, the rock beneath him cold and hard.
He closed his eyes.
But in the next instant, his "vision" extended infinitely in a form that surpassed the speed of light and all physical laws!
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His all-pervading Observation Haki, like the first breath at the dawn of creation, instantly covered the entire island and tens of thousands of meters of surrounding sea, even reaching a thousand meters underground and above the clouds!
At that moment, Yas became the true "god" of God Valley.
He "saw."
He saw Saint Charlos and the others scrambling toward an extravagantly luxurious palace at the center of the island, still cursing incessantly and discussing how to take revenge on him.
He saw the surviving natives gathering together, their faces filled with mingled relief at surviving the disaster, uncertainty about the future, and blazing hope as they looked toward his mountain, as though looking at a savior.
He saw the little girl he had saved held tightly in her mother's arms, yet her black eyes remained fixed unblinkingly in his direction.
He also saw the withering plants across the entire island, the animals losing their vitality, and the gray mist in the air, so dense it would not