The Great Voyage Begins with the Celestial Dragons

"End Point... It's been so long since I've seen Zeff-sensei..."

Luther murmured a sigh, while the others seemed somewhat puzzled.

These two things seem to have nothing to do with each other.

Luther smiled but didn't explain to the others.

In the next 20 years, Zephyr will leave the Navy due to the policy of demoting the Seven Warlords of the Sea, and will take the extreme step of destroying the three End Points.

Unfortunately, at the final Endpoint, Zephyr finally gave in and lost his life.

Of course, the current Zephyr will not follow the old path.

After all, he had taught him a lot, and now he was even on the side of him at a high-level naval meeting. He would do anything to protect this old man.

"arrive!"

The group moved at a fairly fast pace and quickly climbed to the top of the volcano, next to which was a lake of molten lava emitting high temperatures.

"Phew, it's my turn!"

Quinn put down the box on his back, deftly opened it, and took out a series of materials and smelting equipment.

Their main purpose in coming to the volcanic island was to create historical texts.

"Bad uncle, rewriting history is a bad thing!"

Robin, watching Queen busy himself, couldn't help but say something.

"If you could hide the eagerness in your eyes, this statement might be more convincing."

Luther glanced at Robin, a slight smile playing on his lips:

"For a historian, do you think it's more interesting to record history or to fabricate a history and gain the world's approval?"

When Luther asked her question, Robin curled her lip.

"From a historian's moral standpoint, one should record the true history. But from a personal perspective, I would find the latter more interesting."

Robin's eyes flickered, and there was a hint of anticipation in his expression.

Growing up alongside Luther, it was inevitable that one would pick up some bad habits.

Recording history is what all historians do.

But creating a false history and making everyone believe it is different.

This means that the real past will be buried, and all that will remain are what they want people to see.

The thought of distorting everyone's perceptions like that excites Robin just by imagining it.

"To make it happen, we'd need to retrieve all the Poneglyphs, wouldn't we?" Gion asked uncertainly.

“A massive but very interesting project.” Luther smiled slightly. “Anyway, we already have a signpost in our hands, and no one else has any chance of going to the last island, Larulav.”

He is not a believer in fate, but in order to avoid being divinely ordained, he will still close off all possibilities.

As for his dealings with the Celestial Dragons and the Five Elders, that's an internal conflict. Even if he messes things up, he can still be a useless person who can only eat, drink, gamble, and play with slaves.

"It is indeed an interesting thing."

Gion and Robin both smiled. Few people, except for those with a strong sense of morality, would not be tempted to participate in something that subverts the world's understanding.

"Now it's up to Quinn."

Luther gazed at Quinn's work beside him.

Under Quinn's careful manipulation, the sea stone slowly melted under the high temperature of the magma and was incorporated into the specially prepared mold.

Meanwhile, Quinn kept adding various materials to ensure that the historical texts he created had properties that made them resistant to damage.

"Your Highness, it will take at least 20 days for the Poneglyphs to be fully completed. Should we continue working on other Poneglyphs now, or what?"

After Quinn finished his work, he wiped the sweat from his face and let out a sigh of relief.

At least, he didn't mess up this time.

"I'll bring the materials from the ship later and make four pieces of historical text first," Luther said with a slight smile.

Three historical texts record the three ancient weapons, and another historical text introduces some general knowledge; four texts are enough.

"understand!"

Quinn didn't even ask Luther what he wanted it for.

The less you know about things at this level, the safer you are.

He just wanted to do scientific research and live a good life; he didn't want to die.

Chapter 123 Handover and Special Training

Early 1503.

Luther and his companions stayed on the volcanic hot spring island for a full three months.

During those three months, besides waiting for Quinn's historical text, Luther also spent the entire three months training and relaxing on the island.

Even Luther had to admit that the combination of training and hot spring baths made him more comfortable every day than in the Holy Land.

Of course, it may not be just external factors; the addition of the Heavenly Moon Time is also an important reason.

Gion was in charge of the daytime, and when she handed over the reins to Amatsuki from the beginning of the hot springs, she ensured that Luther was happy every day.

Near the volcano.

Quinn wiped the sweat from his brow. Three months of hard work had made him lose about ten pounds of fat. Although he was still fat, he was much thinner than before.

"Your Highness, today is the best time to carve the inscription; the effect will not be as good if we wait any longer."

"Ok!"

Luther nodded and gestured to Robin.

Robin took a deep breath, crossed her arms, activated her Flower Flower Fruit power, and countless arms rose from the ground, picking up the engraving tools that Queen had prepared.

Holding various tools, Robin gazed intently at the unwritten, soft historical text and began to carve it stroke by stroke.

These days, she tries to imitate the handwriting of the historical text almost every day and practices writing the historical text.

In three months, with her talent, she could achieve a level of realism that would be indistinguishable from the real thing.

Today is February 6th, her 11th birthday, and also the day she personally wrote the main text of history.

According to Luther, this was her 11th birthday present.

She was very happy with the gift!

Robin's engraving speed was not slow, one piece, two pieces...

The four Poneglyphs were quickly carved under the manipulation of her Devil Fruit power.

In Luther's view, this was no different from the actual historical text.

"Is that all?" Robin asked.

“That’s it. Then wait 10 days for it to completely solidify. The texture of the historical text will become so solid that it will be almost impossible to destroy,” Quinn said earnestly.

"Then let's wait another 10 days."

Luther nodded slightly; he didn't seem to care about the time.

The more he accumulates, the stronger his influence and power become, and the more events he can participate in.

At this time, Luffy has just been born.

He has already accumulated initial capital, and all that remains for him is steady development.

The remaining time can be spent listening to music and soaking in a hot spring, which is also a good option.

After finishing their business on the mountain, Luther led Robin down the mountain and arrived at the port, where they happened to see a warship entering the harbor.

"Hey, long time no see, Luther!"

From a distance, Luther could hear Kizaru's smug voice.

"It's Kizaru. Is he switching shifts with Sakazuki today?"

"Yes, Sakazuki has killed too many pirates recently, causing new pirates to be afraid to come to the New World, so he was recalled by Fleet Admiral Sengoku."

Kizaru chuckled as he spoke, a relaxed expression on his face.

"Tsk, killing too many pirates was a mistake."

Luther smiled, also feeling sorry for Sakazuki.

Sakazuki has been quite busy these days, frequently taking his warships from the naval base on the volcanic hot spring island to hunt pirates. Now, he's been recalled because he's killed too many.

"Well, it's all for the sake of so-called balance. Too many pirates in the New World have been killed, so they all cluster in the Four Seas and the first half of the Grand Line. The Four Seas are too big, and we don't have enough manpower to find them." Kizaru shrugged.

"Poor Sakazuki."

Luther shook his head, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Of course he knew all this; the Great Pirate Era that Roger started had caused a great deal of harm.

To build something from something else, you must first destroy it before you can build something else.

Nothing has changed except making the world more chaotic.

Faced with manpower shortages, the navy resorted to simplistic and brutal methods.

Treat the New World as a dumping ground, and try to get pirates to come here on their own, so they can fight each other.

By herding pirates to the New World like sheep, they could alleviate the pressure on the four seas and the Grand Line.

"Of course not, Prince Luther!" Kizaru said with a grin. "Because of your recommendation, Sakazuki will be in charge of recruiting the Seven Warlords of the Sea when he goes back, which is why he's willing to go back. I saw that he came to the New World this time with a kid by his side. He looks kind of silly and is taller than me. He looks pretty scary!"

“He’s nowhere near as good as you. Even if Jack grows up, he’ll probably only be a candidate for general.” Luther shook his head.

"Oh, thank you for the compliment, Your Highness. How many more days will you be staying here?"

Kizaru's expression became even more lewd; he certainly wouldn't miss out on such a good thing as paid leave.

He had been wanting to visit the volcanic hot spring island for a long time. He had heard that the hot springs here were very good, and he hoped to stay for a few more days.

"Ten more days, I guess. While you're at it, help me train a few people's Observation Haki," Luther said.