Four thousand years ago…
An era utterly unfamiliar.
Not a single person present had ever heard of it.
Everything Kazama Haruto spoke of—
They simply could not comprehend.
The Ancient King… in their eyes, had already surpassed the Four Emperors, surpassed the very limits of their understanding.
So how could they even begin to imagine—
Existences that stood above him?
After all—
Even the Marine Admirals were already beings far beyond their reach…
"Then… the countless islands scattered across today's seas… are rely fragnts of the shattered seven continents from back then?"
His gaze dull, no longer carrying its forr sharpness, Dracule Mihawk murmured to himself, his worldview shaken to its core.
No matter how much he had prepared himself for the idea that there must have been countless powerful figures four thousand years ago—
He had never imagined—
That the very islands filling the seas today were the remnants of that cataclysmic war!
With his own strength, Mihawk was confident he could split an island with a single strike.
But how many islands existed across the seas?
As nurous as the stars—it would not be an exaggeration.
Even a Four Emperor-level powerhouse could never destroy so many.
Those warriors from four thousand years ago…
Were monsters beyond comprehension!
No—
That wasn't right.
Those beings…
Weren't even human.
Calling them monsters was only fitting.
"Then… where did those powerful beings… all go?"
After a brief silence, Mihawk voiced the question that everyone below was burning to ask.
If countless powerful beings had existed four thousand years ago—
And even those stronger than the Ancient King—
Then why was it that the Ancient King could sleep for four thousand years, yet none of the others could?
Why had there been no trace of them throughout all these years?
Even if ordinary people were unaware—
From the earlier reactions of the Admirals, even the Marines and the World Governnt had no knowledge of these ancient powerhouses.
If such beings still existed—
How could they leave no trace whatsoever?
Beings surpassing the Four Emperors… even surpassing the Ancient King—
How could they remain entirely hidden for so long?
"In the final war… all core mbers of the Hundred Races participated. The losses were catastrophic…"
"I suffered grievous injuries… the Uruk Empire was annihilated…"
"The other races… t similar fates…"
"However…"
"I can already sense it."
"Beneath this sea… familiar auras are beginning to awaken…"
"Perhaps before long…"
"The continuation of that final battle… will arrive once more!"
Golden light flickered in his hand. The key to the Golden City dissolved into specks of starlight as Kazama Haruto's crimson gaze stretched toward the distant heavens.
A trace of nostalgia—and wariness—flashed across his eyes.
Around him, golden radiance surged, erupting into a terrifying aura. The will of a king rose like a storm, piercing the skies.
Then his gaze fell back upon Mihawk, and he spoke with faint approval:
"You… as a rising figure among humanity… are not without rit."
"Use this final period of peace…"
"To sharpen your strength."
"For the warriors of the Hundred Races…"
"None of them are simple."
With that brief praise, Kazama Haruto casually tore through the void with his hand. Space fractured into countless cracks.
Stepping into the rift, his figure vanished—leaving behind only faint traces of golden afterglow.
"The Hundred Races… are about to awaken!"
"The war of four thousand years ago… will continue!"
"The powerhouses of that ancient era… are all hidden in the shadows… and will soon erge!"
His voice was not loud—
Yet it struck like thunder, exploding in the ears of everyone present, including Mihawk.
Every single statent he made—
If spread—
Would shake the entire sea to its core!
And combined together…
They surpassed even the words spoken by the Pirate King before his execution!
The entire ocean—
Would boil.
The balance of the world—
Would shift.
Pirates, bounty hunters, and swordsn exchanged glances…
And all saw the sa overwhelming shock reflected in each other's eyes.
At that mont—
Their understanding of the world shattered entirely.
The sea they once thought they knew—
Was nothing but a surface illusion.
Now…
The true face of the world had begun to reveal itself.
"The war of four thousand years ago… will continue?"
Mihawk muttered.
Gradually, he erged from the depths of his shock.
His eyes regained their forr sharpness—
Along with an unmistakable anticipation.
"Buzz…"
A supre sword intent soared skyward. Mihawk stood tall, his posture straight as a blade, boundless battle intent surging from him.
Only the weak fear change.
Only the weak fear battle.
Only the weak fear the rise of stronger beings.
True power—
Craves them.
And Mihawk—
Was truly strong.
Turning, he transford into a streak of light, shooting into the distance, his figure vanishing from Splitfang Island.
A new era was about to begin.
The powerhouses of four thousand years ago would soon reappear.
And his current strength—
Was far from enough.
Before the new era arrived—
He had to push himself further.
At least one level beyond his current limits!
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