Chapter 109: A Strange World, Enchanted and Bewitched (Part 4)

More than half a month earlier, at the Sabaody Archipelago, in the final moment, as the ground crumbled, a blood-stained figure plunged into the sea.

Transparent, shimmering with myriad colors, vibrant and dazzling, the cold and unfathomable ocean was enveloped by a transparent substance secreted by the red trees, resembling a world of stars—dreamlike and surreal.

As falling rocks sank, one battered figure lay with closed eyes, bubbles continuously escaping from his mouth. Clearly, he was on the verge of suffocation and death.

“Splash...” At that moment, the water churned violently as a colossal creature nearly a hundred meters long emerged, staring with blood-red eyes and saliva dripping as it fixed its gaze on the figure.

The sea roared as it opened its gaping maw, and in the blink of an eye, only a faint trace of blood remained where the figure had been. The massive shape quickly descended, vanishing beneath the waves in moments.

Two days later, in the East Sea, on a peaceful and harmonious small island by the shore, a beautiful young woman of about twenty years old, dressed in a white dress, was washing clothes on the rocks.

Suddenly, the sea churned again as a mutilated enormous creature surfaced, blood instantly staining the water, followed by a thunderous explosion. An even larger monster flipped itself over in the blink of an eye.

The pungent stench of blood and the terrifying aura caused the woman’s delicate face to pale, her knees weakening as she sank to the ground.

Swallowing hard, her exquisite features turned slightly pale. Fortunately, the colossal creature disappeared from the sea surface as suddenly as it had appeared.

“Is this the Sea King the village chief mentioned? So fierce!” Her voice was crisp, like a clear spring, gentle to the extreme. Coupled with her flawless beauty, she was undoubtedly a top-tier beauty.

“I should hurry home!” Though afraid, as she prepared to leave, a slimy, repulsive shadow slowly drifted to the shore.

“Hmm! It looks like a person.” The woman’s lively eyes widened, and after a moment’s thought, she approached the shadow.

Drawing near, it was a man, his entire body coated in a viscous liquid emitting a foul stench—utterly disgusting.

“Ah! Could he be dead?” The woman felt fear, but kindness overcame it. She carefully crouched down, ignoring the sticky slime, and gently touched the tip of his nose with her delicate finger.

“He’s still alive!” Feeling the faint warmth beneath her fingertip, the woman blossomed into a smile that could outshine even the sea.

This was Windmill Village in the East Sea. Few knew of this village, but those who did were different—this was the hometown of Navy hero Vice Admiral Garp. Without a doubt, no one dared act recklessly here, except for a few reckless youths.

Though called a village, Windmill Village was quite large, home to at least ten thousand people.

In the town stood a bar with a simple, unpretentious name: Banquet Bar.

The bar was run by a young woman.

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