Kazama Haruto's cold, arrogant voice lingered in the air for a long ti.
A bone-chilling frost seed to seep into everyone's very soul, as if it ca from the depths of the underworld, dragging them into an endless abyss.
And the aning behind his words…
Left not only Dracule Mihawk, Sakazuki, Borsalino, and Kuzan—
But also the countless swordsn, pirates, and bounty hunters teetering on the edge of life and death—
entirely stunned.
They…
Had even forgotten their current situation.
They could no longer feel the scorching magma waves that surrounded them, threatening to erase them at any mont.
In their minds—
Only Kazama Haruto's cold, sovereign voice echoed again and again.
Four thousand years ago?
This man, who called himself the Ancient King—
Was claiming to have existed four thousand years ago?
What kind of absurd joke was that?
Four thousand years!
Compared to such a span of ti—
Even the so-called Void Century of eight hundred years ago seed utterly insignificant.
How could anyone live for four thousand years?
No—
Not just live for four thousand years!
He claid he had rely been sleeping for those four thousand years!
Sleeping for four thousand years… and still alive?
Then how terrifying must his true lifespan be?
And that so-called Uruk Empire…
None of them had ever heard of it!
What exactly was this Ancient King rambling about?
Only a very small number of people across the seas knew of the traces of the Ancient King and the Uruk Empire.
Clearly—
The swordsn and pirates gathered on Split Fang Island were not among them.
Most of them were low- to mid-tier figures of the sea—
Just witnessing Marine Admirals was already shocking enough.
Let alone hearing such earth-shattering revelations!
Their limited understanding simply couldn't grasp the concept of a world four thousand years in the past—
Nor could they process the series of unbelievable claims Kazama Haruto had just made.
To them—
This was no different from an unreachable fantasy!
"Four thousand years ago… countless races coexisted?"
"The 'many races'… do you an like Fish-n and Giants?"
Golden light particles flickered around Borsalino as he muttered blankly.
By now—
He and the other Admirals were gradually accepting the possibility that Kazama Haruto truly was the Ancient King from four thousand years ago.
But—
Everything else he had said…
They knew nothing about!
Humans…
Had once nearly been wiped out?
The Uruk Empire had been humanity's last hope?
Since when—
Had races like the Giants and Fish-n—
Ever reached such a level?
"Fish-n? Giants?"
"Among the many races… such groups did exist."
"But they were rely low-tier races!"
"They were never worthy of being compared to humanity."
"How could they possibly threaten humanity's survival?"
High in the sky—
Kazama Haruto let out a cold, disdainful snort.
Then—
His voice grew colder, filled with unmistakable hatred and fury.
"The ones who truly brought humanity to the brink of destruction…"
"Were the Divine Race!"
"The despicable beings who dared to call themselves creators!"
"And their loyal hounds!"
"Those arrogant, contemptible gods…"
"Arrogant… indifferent… looking down upon all existence!"
"!!!"
A storm erupted within the minds of the Admirals.
The Divine Race?!
Actual gods?!
This—
Was beyond comprehension!
Weren't gods supposed to be nothing more than myths?
Symbols of faith?
How could there have been an entire race of gods in ancient tis?
Then why—
After all these years—
Had there never been any trace of them?
Could it be—
That in the war four thousand years ago—
The Divine Race had been entirely wiped out?
And that was why—
No evidence of their existence remained on the seas—
Leaving behind only myths and legends?
But gods…
Weren't they supposed to be protectors?
Then why—
Were these so-called gods described as oppressors of humanity?
What exactly had happened four thousand years ago?
And aside from the Divine Race—
How many other terrifying existences were still hidden beneath the surface of the seas?
For a mont—
Borsalino, Kuzan, and Sakazuki all felt an overwhelming sense of absurdity.
As if—
They had never truly understood the world at all.
Everything they thought they knew—
Was rely the surface!
"Wait… the Holy Lineage?"
"That's… the Celestial Dragons, isn't it?"
"So that's it! His target… is the World Governnt!"
Suddenly—
Sakazuki's pupils contracted sharply as realization struck him.
His gaze locked onto Kazama Haruto with intense vigilance.
He might not know who "Salas" was—
But the ntion of the Holy Lineage imdiately made him think of the Celestial Dragons.
And from the undisguised hatred in Kazama Haruto's voice—
There was no doubt.
This man—
Harbored nothing but hostility toward them.
Regardless of whether his words were truth or fabrication—
He was the greatest threat to the World Governnt!
An existence that could shake the very foundation of the world!
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