"Yes."
The robot nodded and answered imdiately. "There is information about the King in the database. In fact, the depletion of Piruka’s resources was caused by the King himself."
Mio’s eyes widened in surprise. "Really?"
He had asked out of curiosity, not expecting a definitive answer, yet the confirmation shocked him.
Robin, standing beside him, also leaned in with growing interest.
"Yes."
The robot explained in detail. "The Heavenly King is considered the ultimate creation of the Piruka civilization. It was their most ambitious weapon—a fusion of countless powerful creature genes with advanced technology. The result was a living weapon with imnse destructive power and a relentless will to fight."
"However, during its developnt, the fusion experints caused the extinction of several species, and internal strife erupted among the ruling class. When the King was nearly complete, the rulers issued the highest command—binding it to their bloodline, making the King obey only them."
"There were originally three Heavenly Kings, but only one survived the final war. That surviving King was severely wounded and abandoned on this planet. Due to its hybrid nature, the King possesses no lifespan limit and can repair itself over ti by absorbing minerals. We don’t know if it has recovered by now."
Mio’s gaze turned sharp. "Then is there a thod to recreate Uranus in your database?"
The robot shook its head. "No. Uranus was originally not created as a weapon but as a creature to explore and extract resources from other planets. However, the rulers feared it and forced scientists to erase all data regarding Uranus. To prevent future misuse, the scientists also left a warning."
"A warning?"
"Yes. The highest-priority directive: ’Any powerful weapon, once created, will only beco a tool for rulers to maintain their power, bringing suffering to all living beings, and must be rejected.’ We are forbidden from studying or recreating anything resembling Uranus or other such weapons."
Then the robot tilted its head slightly. "Strange... I rember soone asked about Uranus a long ti ago. It was a very long ti ago, and she was... a very beautiful woman, by human standards."
Now that caught Mio’s full attention. A thoughtful expression crossed his face.
Everything the robot revealed aligned with the theories Mio had already been piecing together.
The Heavenly King—Uranus—clearly symbolized absolute power, and likely represented the nobility in this world’s history, particularly the Celestial Dragons. But this wasn’t a Qinghai invention. It all started with the Piruka civilization.
And that woman...
"Do you know her na?" Mio asked imdiately.
"I’m afraid not," the robot replied. "She never told us. She asked questions about Uranus, then we ran out of power and entered dormancy. It must have been... a very long ti ago."
"I see..."
Mio’s brows lowered as his suspicions solidified. That woman—could she have been Joy Boy? Or at least soone closely connected to Joy Boy?
He turned to Robin. "Robin, you’ve said that only O’Hara scholars could read the poneglyphs. But in 800 years... is it possible the World Governnt learned to read them too?"
"This..." Robin hesitated, then nodded. "It’s certainly possible."
"Exactly," Mio said. "I don’t believe for a second that the World Governnt, knowing of the poneglyphs’ existence, never tried to understand them."
Most of the 30 historical poneglyphs were information stones, recording the true history. They were undeniably tied to the D clan. If the World Governnt wanted to learn the truth, they would have found soone capable of decoding them.
And if they could read them—what was stopping them from rewriting history itself?
"It’s possible the World Governnt altered the poneglyphs," Mio murmured. "Not all, or it’d be obvious, but enough to twist the narrative to suit their agenda."
Mio’s eyes narrowed. A new theory ford in his mind.
"The King may not be on the moon anymore... He might be in Qinghai."
The moon’s resources were exhausted. Why would the rulers leave their ultimate weapon here, unrecovered and unattended?
If Uranus fought in the war against the Great Kingdom, it had to have been damaged. The most logical move would be to relocate it to Qinghai—to repair and protect it.
"Interesting..." Mio muttered, the corners of his mouth curling upward. "Really... this is getting far too interesting."
He rubbed his chin in contemplation.
"If the World Governnt can understand the poneglyphs, then O’Hara’s destruction wasn’t to protect the truth from leaking. It was to ensure no one else could access the truth."
"And think about it—Pluto was known to be in Water Seven. CP9 spent years infiltrating that place... but they never made any urgent moves. Almost like they didn’t care much."
"Poseidon? Out of reach in Fish-Man Island."
"But Uranus..."
Mio’s eyes sharpened.
"Uranus might already have been recovered. Repaired. Perhaps it has been guarding the World Governnt this whole ti."
If that were true, then everything changed.
If Mio were the World Governnt, and he had the most powerful ancient weapon hidden, he would let the enemies focus on the others—Pluto and Poseidon.
Let them feel hopeful.
Let them co into the light.
And then strike them down with the real weapon they never saw coming.
A slow grin spread across Mio’s face. "Heh... using Pluto and Poseidon as bait, huh? Then the World Governnt really is sothing."
Yes. It all made sense.
Poseidon and Pluto were distractions.
Uranus was the real trump card.
And in doing so, the World Governnt flushed out the descendants of the Great Kingdom, the revolutionaries, and every would-be rebel—only to crush them all at once.
"If that’s true... then the One Piece world is nothing but a giant chessboard," Mio muttered coldly. "And the players are Im and Joy Boy."
A ga started eight hundred years ago.
Still being played to this day.
Mio sneered.
"But I won’t be a piece. I’ll be a player."
He turned toward the group of robots and declared. "Alright, little ones. Continue searching the ruins. If we don’t find any trace of the King here, we return to Qinghai imdiately."
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