My name is Aaron·Boer.
This was when I still had a name.
Later I no longer had a name.
Names are symbols used by people to identify each other.
And I no longer need to be recognized by anyone.
They call me something else - World Hero, Electromagnetic Sovereign, White Calamity.
Later, the name went even further: Legendary God, Creator, the founding emperor of a certain Great Unified Dynasty.
Pottery shards unearthed from the Bernia site bear a vague identity code that has been debated by archaeologists for eight centuries.
I have lost the love of my life twice.
Carina complained that his skin was not smooth enough when he was thirty years old, but I still feel like I am twenty forever.
Faced with her coquettishness, I used the abilities of Magnet-Magnet Fruit and Soul-Soul Fruit to transform her into Electromagnetic Life Homies.
Miss Robin reluctantly spent a long and wonderful time with me again in the end.
Looking back on that time, we walked around the world together.
I told them we would never be separated.
Every time my Real World covers a place, it will lift up the original continent until the entire world returns to its original appearance in the world electromagnetic record.
At the same time, I also gathered the Devil Fruit in the whole world, selfishly took this curse and blessing as my own, and stayed silent at the bottom of Real World forever.
Real World is getting bigger and bigger.
My Magnetic Rails is spread all over the world.
But time! Time...
The wear and tear of the soul is inevitable.
I can only watch Carina disappear from my hands.
Very slow.
Very slow.
Slow enough that I have enough time to remember every moment of her sluggishness in my mind.
Electromagnetic Life's form is long enough to survive a thousand years, but it is not long enough to catch up with my eternity.
That day she was lying on the bed, holding my hand as always, and said, "Boer, your hand is still so warm."
I said, "Your hands are cold."
She smiled.
"Have I ever told you that the luckiest thing in my life was when you reached out to me that day at Oykot Royal City?"
"When you were only fifteen years old, you relied on me."
"That's right. I've been relying on you for the rest of my life."
I didn't speak.
She smiled again, very lightly.
Then she said, "I won't say it now. Just remember."
Her body began to dim and began to break into tiny points of light, scattering in all directions.
I turned around and stretched out my hand.
My fingertips passed through the ball of light and caught nothing.
Her voice came from far away, as soft as a sigh.
"Boer. Don't be alone... for too long..."
Then.
The light dispersed.
Robin leaned gently on my shoulder.
Her body is also translucent.
She was wearing the white shirt I remembered, with long hair draped over her shoulders, and a faint smile on her lips.
Her soul is also wearing out, just slower than Carina.
"Why are you here?" I asked.
"I felt you were sad, so I came to take a look." She pressed her face against mine, "Carina is gone?"
"Hmm."
"Did she cry when she left?"
"No. She's smiling."
Robin sighed lightly.
"She has always been like this. She is submissive and leaves all her laughter to someone."
I didn't speak.
Robin turned his head and looked at me.
This face has not changed.
"Boer."
"Hmm."
"I'm almost there too."
My breathing stopped for a moment.
There are no scattered light spots like Carina, and there are no last words of farewell.
Robin just rested her head gently on my shoulder, just like many, many years ago in Bernia's study, she was leaning against the window reading, and I sat opposite her and looked at her.
At that time we often stayed together in silence like this.
No need to speak.
Just knowing that the other person is there makes me feel at ease.
"My whole life, I have been hunted by the world since Ohara." She said softly, "I thought I would never have a family in this life. But you gave me one."
"..."
"Boer. Thank you."
"..."
"This time. Don't look back."
I lowered my head.
I know what she's talking about.
Don't look back at the path I have taken in this life.
Don't look back at the people I lost.
Don't look back at the warmth I once had.
I am already the only god in this world - so powerful that no one can rival me, and so lonely that no one can approach me.
"Robin."
"Huh?"
"What if one day I can no longer retain your memory?"
Robin was silent for a long time.
"Then create it again." She said, "Aren't you very good at creating?"
Pangaea Continent has become the default landscape common to all races.
Textbooks say that it is a natural product of geological movements in ancient times.
Only a handful of historians are careful to mention a name in their annotations - but those who treat the name as a mythical symbol rather than a person who once lived.
Alabasta's underground canal is regarded as a "miracle of ancient irrigation engineering".
Scholars have debated for half a century but cannot explain why the glass linings remained intact underwater for three centuries.
The new landmass of Prodence is regarded as evidence of sea level changes during the last ice age.
The bubble of Fish-Man Island is regarded as a coincidence of special deep-sea circulation.
Everything I've ever done is still there.
But it's no longer my business.
They have become rules, they have become nature, and they have become the norm that people on this sea have thought should be like this since they were born.
My lifting of the continental shelf is attributed to "Crustal Movement".
My feat of electrolyzing the sea was written as a "special meteorological phenomenon".
The Plasma Solar Bomb I ignited over Mary Geoise was named "Ancient Near-Earth Orbital Anomalous Flash Event" by astronomers.
Only a line of small words is still engraved on the monument at the old site of the Revolutionary Army.
"He makes it rain in the desert."
No one knows why it is "him" and not "him".
Haki System has become a unified practice direction.
But there are very few people who can practice to the level above Vice Admiral back then.
Without large-scale fruit ability conflicts, the scale of wars has become smaller, and weapon updates have become slower.
The world has become gentle and mediocre.
Scholars began to write books discussing the authenticity of "Devil Fruit": whether they were just a collective illusion that prevailed for hundreds of years and was eliminated by modern rationality.
They described Dark-Dark Fruit as "a metaphor for a black hole in ancient literature", interpreted Tremor-Tremor Fruit as "a projection of fear during a period of frequent earthquakes", and called Magnet-Magnet Fruit - my ability - "the highest imagination of humankind's desire to control the world Order".
And Aaron·Boer.
This name is no longer a name.
It is integrated with Land Creation's achievements in the creation of the world, and is incorporated into different versions of legends.
Some say he is the God who created the world and fell asleep in nothingness when he was tired of lifting the continent;
Some say he is the king who ends the great flood and brings about the cycle of seasons;
Some say that he established an empire that unified the world - because they compared the gears excavated from the Bernia ruins with the Electromagnetic Alloy fragments and the Ancient Weapon Pluton fragments, and merged and compressed them in the same year.
Archaeologists published a blockbuster paper demonstrating that "Aaron·Boer" may not be a person, but the collective name of a dynasty, a self-proclaimed civilization, and a mythological motif that has been repeatedly attached to by later generations.
They found the words "Boer" mixed with the king's seal buried in the same layer on the stone slab unearthed from the Bernia site.
I no longer have the energy to be angry.
I don't even have the energy to laugh.
My emotions are diluted in Magnetic Field Grid that spans the entire planet.
Anger needs to simmer for decades before it even gets the slightest hint of anger.
And laugh - the last time I laughed was a long, long time ago.
At that time, I could still smile at Carina, Robin, and all the faces that were turning into memories.
Now I can no longer tell whether it was a smile or the pulse of Magnetic Storm.
I am the Magnetic Field itself of this planet.
Every ray of consciousness that has ever existed is a part of me.
And I'm guarding them.
Guard this planet.
I can no longer dream.
Magnetic Field does not need sleep.
They learned to choose their own path in my silence.
Learned to thrive in a world that doesn't need God.
This is the price.
The price is watching them disappear from your hands.
The price is that everyone dies, but I am still here.
The price is that I become Him, and He has no hands, no palms, and no place to be held.
The price is eternal loneliness.
It has been so long that the world regards Devil Fruit as a myth and legend, takes Pangaea Continent as a matter of course, regards the divided continent as a myth and legend, and regards Aaron·Boer as His name was regarded as a creation god made up by later generations, and some even said that he was the founding emperor of an ancient dynasty - they found the Bernia site and unearthed the pens I used, the documents I signed, and the fragments of the cup I drank orange juice from.
They put these things into the museum and marked them as "legendary historical relics of First Generation King of the World".
After I found out, I wanted to laugh.
Can't laugh.
Loneliness is really lonely.
But if you ask me I don't regret it.
No regrets.
Because of this world - children running freely on the earth where I no longer need to hold them;
Civilians can choose their own Council representative;
Historians study disappearing races, not prescribed slogans.
This is what Imu doesn't believe humans can do.
And I believed it.
I won the bet.
It's just that the cost of winning is myself.
I don't have a tombstone.
I'm not dead yet.
I'm just not human anymore.
(End)