I am the Bandit King of the East Sea.

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I, Hachiman, am contained by the evil god.

I am Hachiman, legendary agent, association boss, mystery tycoon, one of the Five Emperors of the Ocean, and the nemesis of the supernatural.

"I have five cousins, one younger sister, one childhood sweetheart, two ex-girlfriends, one cute junior colleague, and one beautiful female colleague, but nobody likes me. I'm a complete loser."

The mundane and the mysterious intertwine, and despite our hesitation, we continue onward. Cthulhu has landed in New York, and legendary agent Artoria has disappeared… This era needs heroes.

"...Stay sensible, and follow me into madness."

Hikigaya lit a cigarette with a blank expression, put on sunglasses, and showed his identification.

"Detective Hachiman, intervene in the investigation."

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The Heavenly King is flawed and incomplete.

This incompleteness is not a deficiency in power, but rather a lack of functionality.

According to the guardian deity, the complete Uranus should be a hybrid power system, but it was damaged in that great war, and its only source of power now is life force.

Although Doflamingo became a secular king, he always wanted to become a Celestial Dragon again.

If he can become the second immortal, he might be able to seize Im's position and become the new master of the Void Throne.

The guardian deity was very careful with his words. Before telling Sig the information, he specifically mentioned that there was a gap in the history of the gods, but that did not mean that this was the truth of history.

The relationship between the inhabitants of the divine kingdom in the sky islands and the remnants of the ancient kingdoms is like that between the ancient Greeks and the modern Greeks.

It is often said that history is like a little girl who can be dressed up however one pleases.

True history probably only exists in historical texts or in the hands of world governments.

The history as perceived by the gods was also embellished and modified.

Sigurd pondered:

"It's possible that Uranus, the Titan King, will find it difficult to launch an attack from the depths of the New World... This may not be the truth. But the fact that the gods have been able to exist until now is certainly due to the considerable power of the Titan King."

"The Sky Island Kingdom is isolated in a corner of the world, cut off from the outside world of the Blue Sea. There is an information gap, so even the God King and the Guardian God lack knowledge of the world today and have to rely on the Giants to obtain information."

"This is a closed country that shuts its doors."

"So in other words, the Celestial Dragons and the World Government also lack understanding of the Sky Island Kingdom as it is today."

"In other words... the nine sky islands of the God Kingdom are all safe zones outside the World Government's sight, and are less likely to be attacked by the Uranus than other places in the New World."

"A safe zone!"

Sig suddenly felt a sense of relief.

Then, the gatekeeper led Sig to the archives in the Heavenly Palace.

“I remember you said before that the Celestial Dragons obtained Uranus, the Heavenly King?” Sig asked.

The gatekeeper nodded: "That's right. The Celestial Dragons and the World Government have only been around for 800 years. They were not the original owners of the Ancient Weapons."

"The three ancient weapons were all made by the ancient kingdoms of that time."

"Including Aquaman?" Sig asked.

He knew that the Sea King would appear only once every few centuries in the story of the Little Mermaid, a power belonging to the fish-men/mermaid race.

"The ancient kingdom, or rather, the great kingdom, was a vast, multi-ethnic nation," the gatekeeper said.

"According to the history we know, the gods, angels, fishmen and mermaids, and even the mink and giants were once part of the Great Kingdom."

"So, the gods were just one branch of the ancient kingdoms?"

While using telekinesis to levitate several ancient texts in the air and rapidly flipping through them, Sieg asked a question in a distracted manner.

“Not bad…” The gatekeeper’s expression suddenly turned a little bitter.

Thinking of this, Sieg suddenly had an idea.

Vegapunk has concluded that the Angels and Gods are actually fabricated concepts, artificially distinguished races, which reminds him of the Celestial Dragons.

But aside from that, there are actually some other points worth noting.

For example... the Protoss are long-lived versions of cyborgs, with lifespans similar to those of the Giants.

Uranus, the king of the gods, is precisely a weapon powered by life force, or rather, lifespan.

Upon hearing this speculation, the goalkeeper's expression grew even more bitter.

“The gods aren’t fools either. In fact, some of us in the gods have already raised this suspicion.”

"Perhaps, we gods were born because of Uranus, the King of the Gods, and were created to power the King of the Gods... batteries."

Sieg snapped the book shut and turned to look at the gatekeeper.

Angels are humans who wear wings.

The wingless gods are the rulers of the Sky Islands, but eight hundred years ago, or even longer, they may have been just batteries.

As far as Sig knows, the winged Sky Islanders did not originally live on the Sky Island.

For example, in the infinite land of a parallel world, there is the ruins of the lunar city that Sig once visited... The name of that city is Bika.

In the ancient history of the One Piece world, humans... or rather, winged humans, originated from the moon, which is also known as the infinite land.

Due to energy scarcity, the lunar inhabitants left their homeland and came to this blue planet covered with oceans.

The reason why Birka, one of the nine floating islands, is called Birka is probably because the name is taken from the history of the moon people.

Many years later, the Moon People developed a powerful civilization on Earth, and their descendants are the "Angel Race" of today.

But now, many years later, the situation has changed drastically.

The Angels became the ruled civilians on the Sky Island, while the cyborgs, modified by biotechnology, became the gods who ruled over the Angels.

“An interesting closed loop,” Sieg commented.

He took a book that the guardian spirit threw to him, flipped through it for a bit, then stopped again, looking at the guardian spirit with a hint of surprise.

"History is written by the victors. The fact that the gods transformed the human race is certainly not something that can be written into history books," the guardian deity said.

"Therefore, what you hold in your hands is the 'official history' of the gods."

"The official history is alright..." Sig flipped through the divine history he had on hand.

The contents recorded here are quite different from the information he possesses.

The official history begins with a short story.

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The gods are the origin of all divine fruits.

The origins of the gods can be traced back to a very, very long time ago.

Long, long ago, there was a man of immense power, unwavering will, and extraordinary appearance, whom we call the Ancestral God.

He ran as fast as the wind, possessed immense strength as if he could move mountains, and was a renowned fierce man far and wide.

On a starry night, the ancestral god boasted to his lover that he was omnipotent and could even pluck stars from the sky.

The lovers pointed to the bright moon in the sky and said: If you are truly omnipotent, then pluck the brightest moon from the sky for me.

The ancestral god agreed without hesitation.

He embarked on a journey, crossing mountains and seas, and navigating surging crowds, all to chase the bright moon.

He would run and chase the moon at night, and rest under the shade of a big tree during the day to recover his strength.

In his pursuit of the moon, he worked day and night in reverse, resting at sunrise and working at sunset.

And so, he endured countless hardships and dangers, running all the way to the depths of the sea.

Although he was physically and mentally exhausted, his inner desire kept him going.

On an island deep in the sea, he saw a towering tree that seemed to reach the clouds.

"If I could climb that tree, I would definitely be able to pluck the moon from the sky."

As the ancestral god was thinking this, night fell and the moon rose again.

The time to chase the moon has come again, and he climbs the giant tree with all his might, just to pluck the moon from the sky.

What the ancestral god did not know was that this sea area had a phenomenon called polar night, during which a long night lasting 12 days would occur every year, during which the sun would not rise.

Because the sun had not yet risen, he forgot to rest and kept climbing upwards throughout the long night.

Finally, he climbed to the top of the giant tree.

Only then did he realize that the moon was still hanging perfectly fine in the distant sky, its distance from him not shortening at all, forever out of reach.

Exhausted, the ancestral god died on the tree. His body transformed into nutrients, nourishing the tree and allowing it to grow strong and tall.

Years later, when the lovers came to the island in search of the missing ancestral god, they only saw an enormous tree.

Under the moonlight, the branches of the giant tree formed a hand reaching towards the sky, and the moon was positioned directly above that hand.

Even after death, when the ancestral god transformed into a giant tree, he still remembered his promise and continued to grow upwards, hoping to pluck the moon from the sky.

Later, the giant tree produced all sorts of strangely patterned spiral fruits, as numerous as the stars in the night sky.

Some say that there is no World Tree at all, and that the World Tree is actually the body of the Ancestral God, who is both the tree planter and the World Tree itself.

The ancestral god died, and his body transformed into the World Tree, his immense power dissipating into countless fruits.

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"This isn't official history; it's clearly a myth," Sig thought to himself.

"This is the origin story of the gods, inseparable from the World Tree. Actually, there's another version, saying that the Ancestral God was transformed from the World Tree, and that the Ancestral God was the one who planted the tree... But that's not important. After reading it, what are your thoughts?" the Guardian God asked.

He was an elder among the gods, and often told this story to the younger generation. Now, the guardian god seemed to have returned to his old days of storytelling, preparing to patiently guide and spread culture to the young people.

For example, answers like "direction is more important than effort" are often high-scoring.

"Thoughts?" Sieg pondered for a moment and said:

"This story teaches us that simps never get a good end."