"You bastard!"
Linlin had never expected Shane to scheme so thoroughly, only to have this waiting for her.
"I didn't beat you to death, so our old grudges are settled. Without you at God Valley, I'd have had a hard time surviving until today. I knew you came to the Pirate Expo for revenge, so that settled half of it."
Shane clapped his hands, and the lettering carved into the Poneglyph returned to normal.
"As for the Historical Coordinates and the truth of the Void Century, you're probably only going on rumors. But anyone who learned that this world had over a hundred years of unknown history..."
"Couldn't possibly have no questions about it."
"As for the Historical Coordinates and what lies on that Final Island, we'll naturally find out once we get there."
Shane walked out of the Whale Forest.
The powerful members of the Mink Tribe behind him all followed, as did every last member of the Dragon Emperor Pirates.
Linlin had only been awake for half a day and began wolfing down food to speed up the recovery of her stamina.
"You said there are four of these red coordinates in total, and I have one too. So how many are still missing?"
Linlin's eyes widened with curiosity.
The truth of history did not matter to her.
But those Historical Coordinates mattered a great deal. How many achievements of civilization must an ancient kingdom have had, to leave behind so many clues even after being erased from history?
"If I had that Ancient Kingdom's treasure, could I conquer the whole world?"
Linlin's eyes flashed, radiating a blazing light like the sun.
"How many? Let's call that a secret. If you want to become my Right-Hand Man, you're welcome to come along the whole way. Otherwise, we'll have