Human emotion stems from self-awareness.
When a breathtaking, beyond-common-sense scene unfolds before someone’s eyes, their inner perception is inevitably impacted, causing awe and excitement.
In the past, many mountaineers risked their lives to climb the highest peaks. Although today, reaching the summit requires only money and training, it was once fraught with danger. Despite the ever-present risks of low temperatures, lack of oxygen, complex terrain, and fierce winds, the thrill of conquest drove many to their deaths.
Yet, people were never deterred. Those who chose to climb did so with a singular purpose: to conquer and survive. The view from the top, the sense of triumph, left an indelible mark, a memory that would cause one’s body to tremble with joy upon recollection.
Now, Michion had reached the floating white sea in the sky, where countless unique life forms thrived. Many of these creatures were carried up by rising sea currents, adapting over countless years to become native to the White Sea.
The white sea stretched endlessly, a sight that left Michion brimming with excitement. Despite seeing numerous awe-inspiring landscapes in this world, standing on the white sea, created with his abilities, filled him with an indescribable sense of wonder.
At his core, Michion was still a man with the adventurous spirit of a child, an intrinsic craving for exploration that was both intoxicating and irremovable.
“This is the White Sea. Truly a marvel, like something crafted by the gods!”
White—everywhere he looked, there was an endless expanse of white.
The white clouds and the white sea blended seamlessly, creating a dreamlike, ethereal ocean. The air seemed to be filled with the scent of clouds.
“Next, I head to ‘Angel Island.’ Fortunately, I have Jaya Island’s coordinates. Otherwise, finding anything in this vast White Sea would be a daunting task.”
Michion strolled across the White Sea, feeling relaxed and at ease.
Perhaps this “air path” would one day become Michion’s tool for traversing the ocean, similar to how Aokiji rides a bicycle across the sea. Michion could create a semi-transparent “air path” on the sea’s surface and travel freely.
For now, his slow pace wasn’t for show but to gradually adapt to the environment. The higher he went, the thinner the air became. Michion’s current strength wasn’t sufficient to ensure victory in every encounter, so it was wise to acclimate and be able to fight at total capacity in this unfamiliar sky.
During his underwater journey, Michion spotted several large predators unique to the White Sea in the distance. Thankfully, his path remained free of incidents, and with the help of his observation haki, he located Sky Island.
When expanding his sensory range, Michion’s Observation Haki was quite extensive, though it paled compared to Fujitora’s meteor-summoning ability or Enel’s island-wide surveillance.
“This must be Island Clouds. Truly amazing.”
Looking at the Sky Island’s edge, Michion saw that its primary component was clouds—soft yet resilient clouds that formed the island’s structure, unlike the gaseous clouds that dissipated with a breeze. These island clouds were solid enough to support entire cities.
“And this is the Gate of Heaven?” Stepping onto the soft island cloud, Michion approached the ornate, grand gate that seemed to live up to its heavenly name. Despite the cultural and environmental differences that created this illusion, it was simply a path to the White White Sea—if one preferred not to climb the additional 3,000 meters.
By paying a fee, one could ride a special “Express Shrimp” along a cloud path, quickly traversing the 3,000-meter altitude from the White Sea to the White White Sea, where the true Sky Island resided.
The gatekeeper was an average Sky Island man, not the sinister old lady from Luffy’s adventure. He looked no different from the people below except for the tiny white wings on his back, indicating his identity as a Sky Islander.
“Oh, an outsider? It’s been many years since we last had one,” the male gatekeeper said, seemingly excited by Michion’s arrival. “The last time must have been a long time ago.”
Michion’s curiosity was piqued. “Roger?”
Sky Island was a place only some could reach. Roger’s inscription in the original story confirmed his visit.
“Sir, do you wish to enter? Outsiders must pay a fee of 10 billion extols, equivalent to 10,000 Berries in Blue Sea currency. Failure to pay the entry fee will result in being considered an illegal entrant and pursued by the island’s guards.”
The gatekeeper, who hadn’t seen an outsider in a long time, diligently explained the rules to Michion without waiting for questions.
Michion knew these details but was surprised by the friendliness of the Sky Island before Enel’s rule. It contrasted the sinister older woman with the strange hairdo, who was more of a deathtrap for outsiders.
The current gatekeeper’s professionalism and hospitality were a far cry from the sinister dealings of his predecessor.
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