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

1502 in the Haiyuan calendar.

Almost two years have passed since the pure gold incident.

For the past two years, the entire sea has been unusually calm.

The Whitebeard Pirates held firm to their territory. Occasionally, some reckless rookies would provoke them, but Marco would take a few squad leaders out for a stroll, and they would behave themselves.

The golden lion floated on the floating island, studying that fake pure gold every day, but no one knew if it had figured anything out yet.

Big Mom's side has also calmed down. The Pure Gold incident severely damaged the Big Mom Pirates, and they have been recuperating for the past few years.

As for Kaido—

That guy spent a month drinking on Beehive Island, and only left after being urged by Jhin seven or eight times.

They were reluctant to leave, saying "I'll come again next time," and they actually came back the following year and drank for another month.

Roy sometimes wondered if this guy was treating Beehive Island like a resort.

The navy also didn't make any major moves.

The battle of Chunjin resulted in nearly 10,000 casualties, including several lieutenant generals. Sengoku returned and spent three months writing a report, reportedly until his hands cramped up.

The military expansion plan is progressing quite quickly, with new warships being launched one after another and various branches recruiting people like crazy, but it is just about accumulating strength and no one dares to take the initiative to cause trouble.

After all, those emperors of the New World were all incredibly difficult to deal with.

Beehive Island has also entered a period of dormancy.

For the past two years, Roy has basically never left the island.

He spends his days processing documents, giving pointers to the crew on their training, occasionally sparring with Hawkeye, and having tea with Red Earl—living like a retired senior official.

But Beehive Island's strength has not been idle at all.

Research base.

Dr. Gracia's laboratory is now three times larger than it was three years ago.

Researchers in white lab coats moved about, various instruments hummed, and the data on the screens was dazzling.

"Doctor, the energy shield has been upgraded for the sixth time, expanding its coverage to the entire island and increasing its defensive strength by 30%."

"Lunalia's modification technology has optimized the bloodline transplantation technology. Soldiers who received ordinary transplants have seen a significant increase in their inherited abilities, and the side effects have been reduced to zero."

Dr. Gracia stood in front of the control panel, looking at the data, and nodded in satisfaction.

It's been two years.

The technologies brought back from the moon have finally been largely assimilated.

Energy Shield – Hive Island is now shrouded in three layers of shields: the outermost layer defends against tsunamis and artillery fire, the middle layer withstands energy attacks, and the innermost layer isolates detection.

Even if a naval admiral were to arrive, it wouldn't be easy to break through in a short time.

When Kaido left, King relinquished command of the mechanical warriors to Roy and Kaido.

Before leaving, Kaido also took 10,000 mechanical soldiers with him.

Each of these mechanical warriors possesses naval-grade combat capabilities.

If they were all released, they could crush the lower-middle level of a Yonko crew into dust.

Lunaria's bloodline transplant—this technology is the most revolutionary. While traditional bloodline transplants could only strengthen the body, now even a flame core can be implanted.

Of course, the success rate is incredibly low; so far, only Barrett and Red Earl have succeeded. However, Roy and Hawkeye already possess this ability.

To be honest, Lunaria's fire abilities seem somewhat useless against a powerhouse like Roy.

But it's better than nothing.

"Unfortunately, it still doesn't reach the level of the original Lunaria species." Dr. Gracia sighed.

Roy leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed: "That's enough. Any stronger and we'll lose our balance."

Dr. Gracia turned to him: "Captain, you've arrived. Would you like to see the latest data on the Mechanical Legion?"

"I'm not looking anymore." Roy waved his hand. "I just wanted to ask how the Ark Maxim's modification is going."

"It's basically complete. The energy shield, light speed engine, and weapon systems have all been upgraded."

This ship can go not only to the moon, but also to Mars.

"Mars is out of the question," Roy chuckled. "That place is too far."

Before Dr. Gracia could say anything more, Roy had already turned and left.

Training Course.

Barrett's roar was still deafening.

"Hurry up! Haven't you eaten?! One more set!"

Dozens of reserve soldiers crawled and rolled around in the gravity field, exhausted like dead dogs, but no one dared to slack off.

Kazami stood in the corner, eyes closed, hand on the hilt of his sword.

Hawkeye stood opposite him, Black Blade Night slung across his back, arms crossed, expressionless.

Suddenly, Kazami's eyes snapped open.

No one saw how he drew his sword; they only saw a flash of cold light.

In the blink of an eye, Kazami unleashed a dozen stabs, each aimed at Hawkeye's vital points.

Ding ding ding ding—

The metallic clanging sounds were so dense they were like rain.

Hawkeye stood still, not taking a single step back. Black Blade Night, unsheathed at some unknown moment, had already blocked all of Kazami's attacks.

Kazami felt the force from the blade and staggered back seven steps, his hand going numb and the sword nearly slipping from his grasp.

"Not bad," Hawkeye rarely spoke, "much better than before."

Kazami gave a wry smile: "Teacher, are you praising me or insulting me?"

"truth."

Kazami remained silent.

Baal's approach was much simpler and more direct.

He and Barrett exchanged blows, each throwing a punch like they were hammering iron, the sounds of their blows never ceasing.

Barrett used 30% of his strength, while Barrett was already giving it his all.

"Again!" Barrett threw a punch.

Barr crossed his arms to block, but was sent flying backward, crashing to the ground and sliding more than ten meters away.

He got up, dusted himself off, and grinned sheepishly, "Boss Barrett, you've gotten even stronger."

Stop flattering me.

Barrett glared at him.

"Your physique is good enough, but your combat skills are too rough. Starting tomorrow, you'll have to practice the Six Styles of the Navy."

"Huh?" Baal scratched his head. "I think strength is enough."

"snort."

Barrett scoffed, "Strong? You go and try it with that guy."

"Hehe! Let's forget about it then!"

Baal looked at Bages, scratched his head, and gave an embarrassed smile.

Lafayette, Van Auger-Auguste, and Bages are also training.

Lafayette has mastered the Imitation Fruit quite well; not only can she change her face, but she can also perfectly replicate body shape, voice, and habitual movements.

He can even mimic other people's fighting styles—although his strength is far inferior, it's enough to fool a few people.

Van Augur finally obtained the teleportation fruit he had longed for.

Six months ago, Crocodile's intelligence network located the Devil Fruit user's location, and Roy sent Lafayette, Van Augur, and Burgess to investigate.

They quickly captured the user of the teleportation fruit.

With Roy's ability, the teleportation fruit was successfully extracted.

Van Augur ate it on the spot.

Now, he can move instantly within a 500-meter range. Combined with his sniping skills, no one can escape from his gun.

Burgess is the most direct; with the Power-Power Fruit combined with his terrifying physique, a single punch can create a crater over ten meters in diameter in the ground.

He once had a strength contest with Barrett—the two exchanged punches and were almost evenly matched in terms of power, but now, who knows.

Roy stood by the training field, watched for a while, and nodded secretly.

Everyone has made significant progress in the past two years.

But not enough.

He turned and left the training ground, heading towards the palace.

As soon as she reached the door, Kalifa came to greet her.

"Captain, Mr. Crocodile has sent a message."

"What news?"

Kalifa pushed up her glasses and lowered her voice: "The World Conference is about to begin."

Roy raised an eyebrow.

World Conference?