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

Xihai, an island shrouded in rain year-round.

This is also one of the revolutionary army's headquarters located all over the world.

When Roy descended from the clouds, the entire primeval forest seemed to be startled by something.

The flock of birds took flight silently, and the sentries from all directions locked onto the figure descending from the sky almost simultaneously.

In the open space in the center of the camp, dozens of revolutionary soldiers emerged from behind tents and bushes, the cold glint of gun barrels and swords particularly glaring in the dim light.

"Who goes there!"

"Stop! Or we'll shoot!"

Roy stood in the middle of the open space, his hands in his trench coat pockets.

He ignored the weapons pointed at him, letting them dangle in the air. He didn't even lift an eyelid.

"I am Roy."

Four simple words are more effective than any threat.

The gun barrel trembled, and the swords hesitated, pulling back a little.

But many more soldiers stood still, they had never heard of the name, or they had heard of it but couldn’t believe their ears.

"Roy from Beehive Island?"

Sabo pushed his way out of the crowd.

He was wearing the Revolutionary Army's standard blue jacket, and a thin layer of sweat was beading on his forehead. His expression changed drastically the moment he saw Roy.

"Put down your weapons!"

He shouted, and the revolutionary soldiers looked at each other, hesitated, and took a few steps back.

Sabo strode up to Roy and lowered his voice:

"Mr. Roy, what brings you here?"

"I've come to find Dragon."

Sabo opened his mouth, but before he could think of a reply, a deep and calm voice came from the depths of the dense forest.

"Let him in."

Upon hearing this sound, all the revolutionaries seemed to have been muted.

They slowly laid down their weapons and made way for them.

Sabo gave Roy a deep look, then stepped aside.

Roy turned and walked deeper into the dense forest.

The fog in the dense forest grew thicker and thicker, and the soil underfoot was wet and soft. Before long, a solitary wooden house appeared in front of them.

Long sat on the wooden steps in front of the wooden house, with a pot of steaming tea beside him.

"Sit down," said the dragon.

Roy sat down opposite him, and Long poured two cups of tea, pushing one of them towards him.

Roy picked up the glass, took a sip, and frowned almost imperceptibly.

"The tea here is still so awful."

The dragon chuckled softly:

"Our revolutionary army is not as wealthy as your Beehive Island."

Besides, you didn't come all this way just to sample the revolutionary army's tea, did you?!

Roy chuckled awkwardly, put down his teacup, took out a folded world map from his pocket, and spread it out on the wooden board between the two of them.

The map is marked with a dense array of arrows and circles.

Some areas were circled in red, some were outlined in blue, and in the very center, Mary Geoise was encircled by a thick black line.

Roy's finger landed on Elbaf's spot.

"It won't be long before Luffy finds the last piece of the Red Poneglyph in Elbaf."

The Five Elders won't stand idly by; they've already been lured there by my men."

Long lowered his eyes to look at the map, his expression unchanged.

"You deliberately leaked this information."

"Um."

Roy did not deny it.

"All five elders have left Mary Geoise, and the World Government's high-end combat forces are tied up in Elbaf."

You now have two paths.

Either stand still and watch me fight to the death with the World Government.

"Either seize this opportunity and plant the revolutionary flag atop the walls of Mary Geoise."

The dragon finally raised its head.

"What do you want me to do?"

"After the final war begins, the revolutionary army only needs to do one thing."

Stop all naval fleets heading to Mary Geoise.

Your task is not to attack the city, but to contain it.

As long as the navy doesn't reach Mary Geoise, I can win this battle.

The dragon did not speak.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, hitting the roof of the wooden house with a dense, rhythmic sound.

"Why do you think I would help you?" The dragon's voice was calm.

"Because you have no other choice."

"No matter how strong the Revolutionary Army is, it is not strong enough to directly challenge the World Government."

You are waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity for the world government to collapse on its own.

Now, I've given it to you.

Long took a sip of the now-cold tea in front of him and slowly said:

"Have you ever considered what would happen to the revolutionary army if we helped you and you became the new world hegemon after the war?"

Roy leaned back in his chair, looked into the dragon's eyes, and said:

"If I win, the revolutionary army can still continue to exist."

You can take over the Navy's duties to realize your own ideals, as long as you obey Beehive Island's orders when the time comes.

"But what if you lose?" the dragon asked.

"Then I'll die. What the Revolutionary Army wants to do is none of my business."

The dragon remained silent for a long time.

He walked to the window, where raindrops splashed in through the broken window and hit the back of his hand.

"You want more than just to win this war, don't you?" The dragon didn't turn around.

Roy remained noncommittal: "How so?"

"You are laying the groundwork for the post-war period. Fishman Island, Whitebeard, Beasts, Revolutionary Army."

You've pre-arranged all the forces that might be opposing you or in the middle into positions you can accept.

The dragon turned around, its gaze like a blunt knife, not sharp but extremely heavy.

"What exactly do you want to turn this world into?"

Roy and Dragon stared at each other for a few seconds.

"What will it become? I don't know either. Those things happened after the World Government was overthrown."

However, I can assure you that Beehive Island will absolutely not implement the aristocratic system of the World Government.

The dragon finally detected a rare seriousness in Roy's tone.

He didn't ask any further questions.

Roy poured the remaining half-cup of tea onto the floor: "Don't drink it, the tea is completely cold."

After he finished speaking, he got up and walked towards the door.

The dragon followed behind him.

"I hope the next time we meet will be in Mary Geoise," Roy said.

The dragon stood at the door of the wooden house, and rainwater flowed down from the eaves, forming a curtain of water in front of him.

"I will do it," the dragon said.

Roy nodded.

His body rose up from in front of the wooden house, as if supported by an unseen force.

The surrounding rain seemed to be pushed aside by a transparent dome, creating a dry area two or three meters in diameter around him.

Sabo stood beside the dragon, looking up at the figure rising into the clouds.

"Mr. Long, is he our enemy or our friend?"

The dragon did not answer.

After a while, he turned around, picked up the half-empty cup of cold tea from the floor, and muttered:

"He is nobody."

Roy flew away from the West Sea.

The rain behind him gradually lessened until it stopped completely.

A blurry rainbow hung in the sky, and the line where the sea met the sky resembled a silver thread, slowly unfolding to both sides.

Three days later, Roy returned to Beehive Island.

Stella was already waiting at the entrance of the hall. Before he even landed, she quickly came to greet him.

"A large number of CP member ships have appeared near Elbaf, and martial law has been imposed in Mary Geoise."

Roy took the intelligence report, glanced at it, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Call everyone here." He strode toward the main hall.

"It's time to get ready."