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While Doflamingo embarked on his "otherworldly travels" in another space-time
,
three years had passed in his original world.
Since the Donquixote allied forces stormed the Red Line and caused the world-shaking "destruction of the Holy Land"
incident, a full thirty-six months had elapsed.
Although they had successfully destroyed the Celestial Dragons' sacred domain and dealt a devastating blow to the so-called "gods"
, they had also paid a terrible price-two members of Donquixote remained missing to this day.
Now, roars and the clash of weapons tore across the sea once more.
The world order had crumbled. Marines, pirates, kingdoms... countless forces tore at one another like packs of entrenched beasts, all fighting over that bloodstained crown.
On this seething ocean, no one could remain uninvolved.
The flames of war had even licked at the East Blue, once considered the most peaceful sea.
East Blue, Goa Kingdom.
It had been a small, outlying country whose national strength barely ranked in these waters.
But it had one well-known "achievement"
: by casting everything "unnecessary"
outside, it had earned the title of "the East Blue's most **"
and become a model of an "isolated society"
.
Three years ago, this place had still been a "model"
established by the Celestial Dragons, entitled to attend the Reverie; but now-
On the outskirts of the Goa Kingdom's capital, in the area known as "Border Town"
, a faint ** smell still drifted through the air, even with a wall dozens of meters high between them.
Thick smoke mingled with an indescribable sour, rotten smell in the air, but no one had time to spare for it now.
At the foot of the wall, a three-story wooden building exploded without warning, its thunderous roar ripping through the oppressive stillness.
Tongues of fire burst between