Reincarnated into the world of One Piece, in a land of giants with open eyes?!

Chapter 70: The Long Wait

Chapter 71: The Long Wait

"Did you get it?"

Newgate glanced at Oro, who had come out empty-handed, and who had gone in empty-handed as well.

"We got the first one."

Oro nodded, a relaxed smile on his face: "There's one more."

The two ships set sail again, leaving the third stomach and returning to the first stomach along the same route.

Upon reaching the island of the first stomach again, the two ships docked under Oro's command.

This time, he brought Lingling and Gails with him when he landed. Newgate, out of curiosity, also brought a few officers and crew members along.

The island is vibrant with life, a stark contrast to the harsh environment outside.

Oro scattered gold dust, and he soon discovered a simple hut built of wood and huge leaves on the edge of the island.

Outside the shed, a blonde girl who looked only 6 years old, wearing a purple dress, was squatting on the ground, carefully watering a plant.

Hearing footsteps, she suddenly looked up and saw a group of strangers. She immediately jumped up like a startled deer, took a few steps back, and tightly gripped a sharpened wooden stick from the side.

"Who are you?!"

The little girl's voice had a slightly shrill quality, and she made a fierce gesture.

Oro stopped and gestured for the others to stop as well: "Hello, Olga, I've come to visit your father, Miskina Asir."

Olga raised an eyebrow and scoffed, "Ha! You're too late! A full two hundred years too late! Because that guy died two hundred years ago!"

"Two hundred years? Gurala, little guy, you can't lie like this that's so easy to be found out. It'll only get you into trouble."

Newgate laughed heartily and said this with great emotion.

Gails stepped forward, her demeanor relatively gentle. She crouched down, lowered her head, and barely managed to meet Olga's gaze: "Little sister, your body—"

Gails keenly sensed something was wrong with the little girl: "Are you sick?"

A few years ago, Gails went to Drum Island for further studies, and now her medical skills have improved significantly.

Olga didn't speak. She compared her small wooden stick to Gails's size and realized that her little trinket was too thin to even be used as a toothpick.

Oro looked at Olga's stubborn expression and found it somewhat amusing: "Your father is in a dinosaur nest in the center of this island, where he has been a recluse for two hundred years with a group of baby dinosaurs."

"Don't look at me like that. I also find it hard to believe. Although this place is not small, it is absurd that you two father and daughter have not met once in two hundred years."

"Would you like to come with us? To see your father."

Olga's expression changed several times, and she shrieked, "Impossible! I'm the only one on this island!"

"I don't know how you know so much, but don't try to fool me!"

Oro did not argue, but simply led the people in the direction they sensed.

Seeing this, Olga hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and followed. She just wanted to see what these strangers were up to.

It's definitely not because of her father!

The central area of ​​the island is more rugged than the edges, with huge ferns and twisted trees forming a dense jungle.

After crossing another barren mountain area, a dinosaur nest became clearly visible.

In the center of the nest, a fat figure dressed in a dinosaur costume had its back to them.

Several baby dinosaurs were chirping and rubbing against him, seemingly regarding him as a companion.

"Miskina Asir".

Oro stopped and called out that name.

The obese figure shuddered suddenly, removed the dinosaur costume headgear, and slowly turned around.

Olga, who was following behind, froze when she saw that figure from behind. Even though the face that turned around had changed drastically, she was absolutely certain that she would not mistake it.

"Liar—liar—"

Olga's small wooden stick fell to the ground with a "thud".

Her small body began to tremble, not from fear, but from the sudden collapse of an emotion that had been building up for far too long.

"You—you're not dead?! You've been here all along! Right here on this island!"

Her voice, which started in disbelief, quickly rose to a shrill, piercing tone, filled with anger and pain.

Asir stared at Olga in disbelief, but he opened his mouth and couldn't utter a single word. He simply lowered his head silently, avoiding his daughter's burning gaze.

"Say something!"

Olga, like an enraged little beast, lunged forward, grabbed clods of dirt and pebbles, and hurled them at the fat figure: "Why aren't you saying anything! Look at me! Look at me!"

Asil was hit by clods of dirt and stones, but he only shrank back slightly without dodging, seemingly wanting Olga to vent her anger.

But it was this silence that ignited Olga's emotions, which she had suppressed for two hundred years. She roared, her voice distorted and unrecognizable: "You actually hid! Hidden here for two hundred years!"

"Two hundred years! A full two hundred years! Do you know how I survived all alone!"

"I hate you! I hate your pure gold! I hate you even more!!!"

The little girl's cries echoed through the nest, carrying a resentment that seemed to transcend the years.

Lingling suppressed her curiosity, while Newgate crossed his arms, his thick eyebrows furrowing slightly, but he did not interfere.

Behind them came the untimely roars of wild beasts, prompting one of the Whitebeard Pirates' officers to step in and deal with them.

Gails stepped forward and gently pressed Olga's thin shoulders, which were trembling with excitement.

Her gaze slowly swept over the unnatural flush on Olga's face: "Olga is sick, isn't she?"

Gails suddenly spoke, her voice gentle yet firm, drawing everyone's attention.

Gails looked at Asier: "It's not because of hunger or injury."

"It started from inside the body—failure, very serious, but it was frozen in place."

Asir suddenly looked at Gails, opened his mouth, and finally let out a long sigh.

"—Yes, it's a rare disease called 'Emperor Fever'."

Asir's gaze finally fell on his daughter: "I researched like a madman. I wanted to save her, I wanted to save my daughter. I succeeded. I replicated—pure gold."

He paused when he mentioned pure gold, as if it took a lot of effort to say the name: "It can distort time, slow down the passage of time for the wearer, and make people almost immortal."

"I originally thought that as long as I could buy enough time, I could find a way to cure her—"

"However, the brilliance of pure gold was too dazzling, attracting many people—pure gold saved my daughter's deteriorating body, but took my wife's life."

Asir's facial muscles twitched with pain as he looked at Olga, tears streaming down his face: "I know you hate me, hate me for killing your mother—but I can't—I can't watch you die of illness—even if you hate me, I want you to live—"

Olga stopped crying and stood there blankly, looking up at her father, who in her memory had always been refined and wise, but was now obese, dirty, and decadent.

Two hundred years of loneliness, resentment, fear, and incomprehension were shattered at this moment by this profound paternal love.

"----dad?"

Olga tentatively called out softly.

This call instantly shattered all of Asir's psychological defenses.

His massive body trembled violently as he struggled to rise from his nest and walk toward his daughter, but his movements were clumsy and awkward due to years of being curled up.

Olga looked at his disheveled appearance and the tears streaming down his face. Without hesitation, she took a step forward, rushed across the short distance, and crashed into her father's plump and warm embrace.

"Daddy! Daddy!"

She hugged Asir tightly and burst into tears. This time, the tears were not tears of resentment, but tears of grievance, relief, and a reunion that spanned two hundred years.

Asir held his daughter's small body tightly with his swollen hands, and the two of them wept uncontrollably.

Newgate chuckled softly, shook his head, as if to himself, "Being a father is no easy task."

Oro stood aside, waiting for the father and daughter to calm down a bit before speaking again: "So, pure gold delays the onset of the disease, but it doesn't cure it, and you are trapped here."

Asir raised his head, hastily wiped his face with the rags on his body, and looked at Oro with gratitude, wariness, and curiosity in his eyes: "You—who exactly are you people? Why do you know my name?"

"I am the Golden Emperor Orikum Oro, the ruler of the Kingdom of Jaya."

Oro simply introduced himself: "As for why I know, that's not important."

"The important thing is that I can now offer you a new option."

His gaze swept over Olga, who was nestled tightly in her father's arms, and then turned to Asir: "Come with me and leave this place. I have a way to get out and can provide a much better medical environment and a more stable life than here. It's better than you hiding in this monster's belly forever."

"—What are the conditions?"

Asir isn't stupid; he's a genius scientist who can replicate pure gold. The most important aspect of his alchemy research is the principle of equivalent exchange.

"Knowledge."

Auro replied decisively, "Use your knowledge to work for me."

Asir looked down at his daughter in his arms, who had wasted two hundred years in this godforsaken place: "—Okay, we'll go with you."

"very good."

Oro nodded, turned around and stretched his shoulders, gesturing to Newgate: "Alright, sorry to keep you waiting, Newgate, I hope this walk didn't tire you out."

"Gurara, I can't wait any longer!"