One Piece: We already have the Four Gods, so my Six Paths Sage is reasonable, right?

"Speaking of which, Ron," Rocks suddenly changed the subject, asking, "What did you do to that guy? He seems to care about you a lot."

"Im?" Ron asked in return.

The white-bearded man and Rocks simultaneously raised their eyebrows slightly, a hint of surprise appearing on their faces: "You know him?"

Ron shook his head, but still found a reason for himself, stating, "A long time ago, I saw an ancient stone slab on an island with his portrait carved on it, along with some information about him."

As soon as Ron finished speaking, Rocks laughed, swung his fist, and lightly punched Ron's shoulder, cursing, "You bastard, don't treat me like an idiot."

"......"

Ron's lips twitched slightly.

Holy crap? This isn't going according to plan? Did the scam fail?

The white-bearded man didn't speak, but just looked at Rocks with curiosity. He didn't really doubt Ron's words.

"I know far more about the truth of this world than you think. Your seemingly perfect excuse has too many holes, Ron," Rocks said calmly.

Ron sighed softly and shrugged, as if giving up the struggle: "Alright, then I'll tell you a secret. Actually, I don't belong here. I come from a very faraway planet, and you are all stories written by people from our planet. I've had the privilege of reading them, so I know a lot of things."

After he finished speaking, his gaze swept over the three people's faces.

Whitebeard, Rocks, and Kaido all wore the exact same expression at the same time.

That expression roughly translates to, "Do I look like an idiot to you?"

"What? You don't believe me?"

What do you think?

Ron shrugged helplessly, smiled faintly, and offered no further explanation.

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Much later. East China Sea.

In an unnamed rocky area, waves lazily lapped against the black rock walls, splashing up tiny white foam.

Karp, wearing loose shorts, shirtless, and flip-flops, was sitting cross-legged on a flat rock, fishing.

He held the fishing rod with one hand and propped his head up with the other. The fishing line dangled in the water, swaying gently with the waves. His eyelids drooped as if he might fall asleep at any moment.

"Tap tap tap".

Suddenly, I heard hurried footsteps behind me.

"Vice Admiral Garp," his assistant said slowly, approaching from behind Garp, "a call from Marine Headquarters!"

"Uh." Garp turned his head with a blank expression. "Seriously? I'm on vacation! Just tell me I'm not here."

"Yes, Lieutenant General Garp." After saying that, the assistant immediately turned around and walked to a sheltered corner to answer the Den Den Mushi.

Hello.

"Garp!" A furious shout came from the other end of the Den Den Mushi, so loud that it couldn't be drowned out by the sound of the waves.

The assistant's shoulders trembled slightly in fright, but he maintained a polite smile and replied, "Mr. Kong, I'm so sorry. Garp isn't here; he's out."

"Find Garp right now!" Kong's voice rose another notch, as if he could no longer contain his anger.

The assistant's smile froze for a moment, and he quickly turned to Garp with a pleading look.

Garp sighed softly and beckoned to his assistant to bring over the Den Den Mushi.

He then took the Den Den Mushi, holding it in one hand and casually reaching into his nostril with the other, before absentmindedly saying, "What? Sora."

"Damn Garp." Kong's voice came from the Den Den Mushi, "The World Government and the Navy have treated you well, haven't they? Why? Tell me. Why did you do something to betray the World Government?"

Me? Do something that would betray the world government?

Karp paused for a moment inside his nostril with his finger.

He carefully recalled everything he had done recently.

Insulting the Celestial Dragons?

Falling asleep during an important meeting?

It seems that none of them are at the level of "sorrying to the world government".

"Alright, Sora." Garp said calmly, "Since you already know, then next time I swear, I'll just do it secretly so no one can hear me."

Steelbone Kong was silent for two seconds. When he heard the first half, his heart clenched, but after hearing the second half, he breathed a deep sigh of relief.

"That's not what I meant," Steel Bone Kong continued to probe.

besides?

Garp paused for a moment, then thought about it carefully.

"Okay, Sora. I shouldn't have taken those Celestial Dragons' drinks."

"........."

Steelbone remained silent.

After a long while, he slowly exhaled, as if he had finally figured something out.

How could Garp, that idiot, possibly do something behind the scenes that would betray the World Government?

If this guy really wants to do something, he'll do it openly and honestly, and he'd love to post a notice to the whole world first.

"The World Government wants to investigate you," Kong said slowly, his tone calmer than before.

"Investigate me?" Garp tilted his head, looking bewildered. He took his finger out of his nostril and flicked the object off his fingertip. "It can't be that serious, can it? All I did was take some things from the Celestial Dragons. To put it more bluntly, I just cursed at them a few times."

"It shouldn't be these trivial matters." Kong's voice deepened. "It should be some clues that have emerged from the World Government's recent operation."

Garp waved his hand dismissively and picked at his other nostril again: "So what do I need to do?"

"You can continue your vacation... Also, I've extended your leave."

"Haha. Thank you so much, Sora."

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The next day.

Mary Geoise.

Pangu City, amidst the flowers.

The morning sunlight streamed in through the tall arched windows, casting soft dappled patterns of light and shadow on the lush green grass.

The air was filled with the faint fragrance of flowers and the scent of earth. Several brightly colored butterflies fluttered among the flowers, their wings shimmering with iridescent light in the sunlight.

Im stood in the middle of the grass, slightly raising one hand, and a blue-purple butterfly gently landed on his finger.

He watched the butterfly silently without saying a word.

Behind them, a figure slowly walked over.

She carried a thick stack of documents. When she came up behind Im, she slowly knelt on one knee, bowed her head, and said in a soft and respectful voice, "Lord Im, the Navy has sent over some documents."

Im twitched his finger slightly, and as if receiving a signal, the butterfly spread its wings, took flight from his fingertip, and flew into the depths of the flower bushes.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on the thick stack of documents, and asked calmly, "Is this Ron's?"

"No." The woman shook her head slightly. "According to the Navy, this belongs to Monkey D. Garp. He is a Vice Admiral in our Navy."

(Chapter Two is presented)

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