One Piece: The user of the Nen-Nen Fruit, who overturned the sea.

Roy did not participate in the attack at all.

His telekinetic energy formed a massive protective net, intercepting the flying debris while maintaining the stable flight of the Ark Maxim.

Just then, he noticed Jin's unusual behavior.

From the moment the meteorite appeared, Jhin stared intently in a certain direction ahead.

The flames behind him surged uncontrollably, several times more intense than usual, and the golden light reflected on his indifferent face, making him appear somewhat...excited.

"Jhin?" Roy called out.

Jhin did not respond.

His gaze pierced through the meteorite cluster and the darkness, locking onto the approaching gray planet.

"I heard..." his voice was low, as if he were talking to himself, "a call."

Roy raised an eyebrow and followed his gaze.

Ahead, the grayish-white planet was slowly growing larger in view.

The moon, with its cratered surface, countless meteorite craters, and faintly visible cratered mountain ranges, has arrived.

Roy also vaguely sensed the "call" that Jhin mentioned.

It was a faint pulse of energy coming from deep within the moon, pulsating rhythmically, like a heartbeat, or some kind of signal.

Roy turned his gaze back to his companions who were cleaning up the battlefield.

Tesoro, Hawkeye, and Red Earl have stopped, and the meteorite cluster has been mostly cleared away.

Olvia led the scientists to set up observation equipment and began recording data.

"Prepare for landing," Roy said.

The Ark Proverb slowed as it approached the moon. Through the protective shield, everyone watched the increasingly distant, unfamiliar world.

The ground was gray, the sky was black, and in the distance, a blue planet hung in the sky like a jewel.

Roy noticed a fleeting reflection in the shadow of a distant crater.

Roy squinted and memorized the location.

The Ark Proverb continued forward, flying towards the source of the energy pulse.

Behind us, Earth grew smaller and smaller in our field of vision, eventually becoming a blue dot of light, swallowed up by the endless galaxy.

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The Ark Proverb descended slowly on a relatively flat plateau.

Roy chose a landing site close to the energy fluctuation source, only a few kilometers away.

From an aerial view, the surface of that area is distinctly different from the surrounding natural landscape.

It's smoother and more regular, as if it had been deliberately shaped by some force.

"Right here," Roy said.

The Ark Maxims stirred up a cloud of gray dust, and the fine fragments of lunar soil drifted in the vacuum, like a thin veil covering the ship.

Once the dust settled, Roy was the first to step out of the cabin.

The moment his feet touched the lunar surface, his psychic field silently expanded, forming a safe zone several hundred meters in diameter around the Ark Maxim.

Air, temperature, gravity—all are under his control.

"Come out," he called back.

Yamato was the first to jump out, and when he landed, he used too much force and bounced more than three meters high.

She exclaimed in surprise, flailing her arms and legs in mid-air before landing steadily beside Roy, her eyes wide with disbelief: "That's a really high jump!"

"The moon's gravity is only one-sixth that of Earth."

Olvia stepped out of the hatch, adjusted her glasses, and spoke with the calmness of someone lecturing in a classroom.

"In theory, an average person can jump five or six meters high."

Without saying a word, Yamato jumped again.

This time she was prepared; she shot into the air like a cannonball, did a somersault in mid-air, and landed blushing with excitement: "That was fun! So much fun!"

Seeing this, Pea bent her knees and stood up. The extremely low gravity made her body as light as a feather, and she could slide a long distance with just a slight push off the ground.

Pea spread her arms wide, gliding across the gray ground, her eyes crinkling into crescents as she laughed: "Roy! Look! I'm flying!"

Barrett was the last to come out. He stomped his foot on the ground and muttered, "This lousy place, all gray and drab, not even a blade of grass."

Roy also thought he was right.

Looking around, the surface of the moon is only gray, black, and white.

Gray soil, black sky, white starlight.

There was no wind, no sound, even breathing sounded harsh.

The temperature is extremely high in direct sunlight, and freezing cold in the shade, but these are not problems in Roy's telekinetic field.

Roy withdrew his gaze and began assigning tasks.

"Olvia, take people to collect samples. Soil, rocks, anything will do."

"Jin, come with me."

"The rest of you, spread out and search, don't stray too far. Report any developments immediately."

The group accepted the order and dispersed.

Scientists are the most excited.

Olvia, accompanied by several assistants, squatted on the ground, carefully collecting soil samples and placing them into sealed containers.

Someone used a hammer to break off a rock, examined it closely, and muttered, "A lunar rock! This is a lunar rock!"

Soon, they made a discovery.

"Captain!" a scientist shouted, "There's something here!"

Roy walked over and saw several pieces of metal scattered on the ground.

The largest is no bigger than the palm of your hand, and the smallest is only the size of a fingernail. They have sharp edges and their surfaces are covered with the marks of time.

"This did not form naturally."

Olvia took the fragments and examined them closely, turning them over and over.

"The cut surface is too regular; it must have been manually processed."

Roy took a fragment and probed it with his telekinesis.

Although the internal structure of the metal is severely aged, the molecular arrangement, which is far beyond the level of contemporary technology, can still be perceived.

"Keep looking," he said.

Soon, more fragments were discovered.

Scattered across an area several hundred meters in diameter, there are metals, ceramics, and some completely unrecognizable materials.

The scientists carefully collected each piece into their bags, like treasures.

"There's a building over here!" a shout came from afar.

Roy rushed over and saw a low-lying ruin.

The walls have long since collapsed, and only the foundation is still faintly discernible.

Judging from the layout, this used to be a fairly large building with at least a dozen rooms.

"Look at this." Olvia squatted in front of a crumbling wall and pointed to the blurry carvings on the wall.

Roy leaned closer to take a look—although the carvings were severely weathered, their basic shapes were still discernible. They were exactly the same as the text on the ancient Sky Island books.

Ancient script.

Olvia's voice trembled slightly, "There... are ancient characters here!"

Just then, an even more important discovery was made.

A scientist dug out a pile of "junk" from the ruins: discarded tools, broken utensils, and rusted parts.

These things are worthless in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of scientists, each one is priceless.

"The blade of this knife..."

A scientist picked up a rusty dagger and examined the blade closely.

"This metal is harder than sea stone."

"This part,"

Another scientist was holding up a gear-shaped object.

"The precision is ten times higher than that produced by our most advanced machine tools."

Roy looked at the "trash" and nodded to himself.

The technology of the lunar people was indeed far superior to that of the modern era.