The Dream Crew fully understood what Gaban was implying.
His words ant that without a powerful protector, the World Governnt would never tolerate them acting so recklessly.
However, as long as Ryuen was alive, they had nothing to worry about.
Seeing the team's unwavering confidence, Gaban didn't say anything more. After all, self-assurance was always a good thing.
With that, he turned and left the villa.
"I feel like Uncle Gaban might have misunderstood sothing..." Robin said, watching his retreating figure with a doubtful expression.
"Yeah, I think so too~" Nojiko agreed.
"He definitely misunderstood. Maybe he believes that one day, we'll liberate the entire world," Ryuen said calmly.
"Liberate the world?" Nami frowned, confused.
"That ans becoming a savior. He thinks our team has the potential to be one." After explaining, Ryuen casually returned to his room.
The rest of the Dream Crew were stunned.
A savior? When did they beco saviors?
Sure, they had done so good deeds from ti to ti, but it was usually for a reason. Just because of that, Uncle Gaban thought they were saviors?
They could only say, the world wasn't as simple as fighting and winning. Defeat one group, and another would take its place.
This world was indeed sick, but they didn't have the cure. Even Ryuen had no solution.
And this world was too bizarre—so places were still in primitive tis, while others had advanced genetic technology.
People had different ways of thinking and living, making it nearly impossible to find balance.
For example, while so regions were still in primitive civilizations, others had already developed advanced genetic technology. The gap between them was huge, yet they still traded and exchanged culture.
This created massive differences in values, morality, and aesthetics, leading to endless conflicts.
At the sa ti, rapid technological growth had caused severe environntal damage.
The destruction of nature and the growing shortage of resources had beco major triggers for war and chaos.
Just as they were about to leave, Ryuen suddenly walked out wearing only beach shorts. Without a word, he jumped into a pool that didn't contain seawater.
"By the way, Ryuen, I have a question. What exactly is this 'Holy Fla' you ntioned? And what were you laughing about earlier?" Nami suddenly rembered and ran over to the poolside.
With a splash, Ryuen surfaced and swam to the edge. He looked up at Nami and said, "The Holy Fla is a type of energy—an energy that can activate ancient weapons!"
He spoke softly, staring at Nami, whose face he couldn't see clearly.
"Activate ancient weapons?"
Robin, now dressed in a swimsuit, walked over with a confused expression. She stood beside Nami, feeling more certain that their captain seed to know a lot about ancient history.
Ryuen shifted his gaze to Robin. Another one whose face he couldn't see clearly.
"That's right. Ancient weapons require powerful energy to activate. Without it, they're nothing more than scrap tal," Ryuen explained.
Hearing this, Robin's eyes lit up, and Nami beca interested as well.
Suddenly, arms sprouted from the ground, reaching all the way to the villa. Monts later, Robin had brought out drinks, beer, and snacks.
"Tell us more. I'm really interested!" Robin set everything down and sat cross-legged on the grass.
"Alright, then. Nami, hand a beer," Ryuen nodded, not minding sharing a bit more.
Nami sat beside him, handing over a can of beer before opening a peach-flavored drink for herself.
"So, about 800 years ago..."
...
The three of them talked by the pool until late at night before finally heading back to rest.
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The next morning, Anya dashed out of the villa, unable to contain her excitent.
She had been helping out at the fried rice stall for days, and today, the old chef had finally agreed to tell her why his fried rice tasted so good.
"Old man!"
"I'm here! Are you finally going to tell the secret recipe today?" Anya shouted excitedly as she reached the stall.
"Mm!"
"You're here early. Did you bring what I asked for?" The old chef walked out from the fried rice boat.
"I brought everything! Even got a few extra bags!" Anya grinned as she pulled out several sacks.
The old chef froze for a mont when he saw the sacks in Anya's hands, but he quickly regained his composure and said, "Alright, let's go. I'll take you to collect it."
"Got it!" Anya followed him excitedly.
But when they arrived at a rooftop, Anya was stunned by the sight of sea salt glistening all over the place.
"This... is the ingredient you were talking about?" Anya asked uncertainly.
She couldn't help but wonder if she had been tricked.
"That's right. Just give it a taste, and you'll know whether I was telling the truth." The old chef didn't explain further and started collecting the fully dried sea salt.
Anya was still skeptical, but she crouched down, pinched a bit of salt, and tasted it.
"Whoa... this is amazing. It's got that powerful, crashing wave kind of feeling... just like the ocean itself," she said in surprise, staring at the salt in her hand.
"Hahaha!"
"That's right! This is exactly why I've stayed in Water 7 all these years. The Aqua Laguna may be terrifying, but after it recedes, it leaves behind the mighty essence of the sea itself..." The old chef was very satisfied with Anya's reaction.
Seeing this, Anya didn't hesitate anymore and eagerly started collecting sea salt from rooftops all over Water 7.
While she was busy, over at the Galley-La Company shipyard, Hog was deep in discussion with veteran shipwrights, exchanging knowledge.
As the city with the world's strongest shipbuilding industry, Water 7's technology was top-tier.
Hog wasn't about to miss such a valuable opportunity.
For him, building a ship was easy. But if he wanted that ship to be truly top-class, he had to keep learning.
By the ti Anya and Hog finished their tasks, Nami had also completed her final weather records.
It was ti for them to leave Water 7.
When Iceburg heard that the Dream Exploration Team had checked out, he was so relieved he almost jumped for joy.
These past few days, he had been worried sick that they might try to get their hands on the Pluton blueprints.
Now, he could finally relax.
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