The Island Lands

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A massive island appeared in the sky above the Holy Land of Mariejoa, as though it were about to break free from the shadows.

As it continued its descent, the fires from the Holy Land of Mariejoa reflected off the island's surface.

A sharp wind howled, sending a chill through everyone's hearts.

"What is that?!"

"Look at the sky, why are islands falling from the heavens?!"

"The island's falling!"

"It's over, we're doomed!"

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A wave of despair spread throughout the area.

Everyone stared in shock at the islands plummeting from the sky, wanting to flee but unsure where to escape to.

The entire Holy Land of Mariejoa was within the island's landing range.

Kizaru, who had finally freed himself from the Six-Stick Light Prison, was in a completely disheveled state.

He dragged his battered body forward, covered in burns.

He hadn't expected Roja to be so powerful, and he certainly hadn't anticipated that the technique called the "Six-Stick Light Prison" would prevent him from elementalizing.

But when Kizaru looked up at the falling islands, his usual detached tone vanished.

"Damn it, is that guy doing this again?!"

As the magical power faded, the floating island began its descent, creating intense friction with the air. As its speed increased, the island turned into a massive fireball!

The island had to be stopped!

Otherwise, his salary for the month was definitely going to be docked!

For his own paycheck, Kizaru took a deep breath, crossed his arms, and formed a seal with his index finger and thumb.

"Eight-Foot Beautiful Magatama!"

Kizaru's fingers sparked with light as countless dazzling projectiles were launched toward the falling island.

Each light bullet struck the island, causing a series of explosions.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The explosions were frequent, causing the island to fragment and shed debris in all directions.

But compared to the vast size of the floating island, the explosions were insignificant.

His power alone wasn't nearly enough!

At that moment, a man wearing a military hat appeared beside Kizaru.

"Meteor Volcano!"

The newcomer was none other than Admiral Akainu!

Akainu's fists transformed into molten lava, creating a barrage of massive lava punches, hurling them at the falling island!

However, with their combined efforts, they still struggled to counteract the colossal island.

On the warship, Roja observed the scene and thought to himself: It's time to step in.

As if on cue, in the deepest part of Mariejoa, a place known as the "Flower Field," a sharp sword aura sliced through the air.

This slash covered the sky, extending across a thousand meters!

Wherever the sword energy passed, it roared with fury and destruction.

The incomprehensibly sharp sword strike collided with the island above everyone's heads.

The single strike split into two, then four, then eight—constantly multiplying.

In the blink of an eye, the sword energy split into thousands of slashes, creating a violent storm of cutting force, tearing the island apart!

Against this terrifying sword storm, the island was like paper, shredded in mere moments.

In the blink of an eye, the once massive island was reduced to ash, scattered by the wind.

Kizaru and Akainu, standing in the Holy Land, stared in disbelief at the sight before them.

They had labored tirelessly to destroy the island, yet in an instant, it had been reduced to dust!

On the warship, Roja smiled slightly at the sight.

He reached out, gently stroking Hancock's hair and said to her, "It seems our 'gift' wasn't delivered today, but I promise you, one day, I'll give them a much bigger 'gift.'"

Roja then added, "Now, let me take you back to Nine Snake Island."

As soon as Roja finished speaking, an electronic voice sounded in his mind.

[Ding, the check-in mission is released: Nine Snake Island. Reward: Peak of Armament Haki and Conqueror's Haki! Time: Three days!]

One day had passed since leaving the Holy Land of Mariejoa.

The sky was clear, and the sun shone brightly.

With the warship's exceptional maneuverability, this was one of Roja's most relaxing and comfortable journeys.

Lying on the edge of the ship, letting the sea breeze blow his cloak, Roja said, "Are you ready to leave?"

Fisher Tiger, standing behind him, responded, "I'm planning to visit Fish-Man Island."

"Be safe."

Roja sensed that Fisher Tiger had his own plans, so he didn't press him to stay. Instead, he gave him a few parting words.

"If you come to Fish-Man Island, be sure to visit me!" Fisher Tiger called out as he jumped into the sea.

"Alright."

Feeling the warmth in Fisher Tiger's tone, Roja smiled under his cloak.

After watching Fisher Tiger vanish beneath the waves, Roja returned to his quarters.

That night, with the moon and stars scattered across the sky, the warship sailed into the Windless Zone.

The Windless Zone, a dangerous area devoid of wind, was perilous for ships reliant on sails.

Moreover, it was home to numerous Sea Kings.

The strength of a Sea King is typically judged by its size, and even a thousand-meter-long one can be defeated by a lieutenant general after some time.

A Sea King three thousand meters in length is already quite strong, requiring even admirals to defeat it.

As for the five-thousand-meter ones or larger, they are nearly impossible to defeat without special measures.

Their sheer size makes it difficult to penetrate their defenses, and even an admiral would struggle against such an enormous beast!

Roja stepped onto the deck and saw Hancock standing alone, gazing into the hazy distance.

He walked over to her side.

"Are you homesick?"

Hancock looked up at him and replied, "Yes, I am."

She blushed slightly and added, "Roja, don't you miss home?"

For some reason, just calling out his name made her face turn red. Fortunately, it was nighttime, or she would've been embarrassed by how obvious her blush was.

"I don't know," Roja responded, his voice thoughtful. "I want to, but I don't want to either."

"Why?"

"Because there's nothing there worth cherishing."

Hancock's eyes welled up with tears at his words.

She reached out, gently pulling Roja toward her, "Roja, let me—"

Before she could finish, Roja's eyes flashed with caution.

Activating his spell ability, he summoned the power of the warship, lifting it into the sky!

Below, the vast sea churned as huge waves surged up...

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