Windmill Village?
Ivankov vaguely remembered that this seemed to be Dragon’s hometown.
“What are you planning to do?” Ivankov asked curiously.
“Pick up three people,” Dragon said.
“They’re important to our cause.”
Ivankov’s expression froze.
“Who?”
“My son Luffy, and his two companions.”
“What about you?” Ivankov found it hard to believe—he knew Dragon well.
Dragon was fully aware of the dangers of the revolutionary cause.
To avoid implicating his son and father, he had barely contacted them at all since starting the revolution.
So why suddenly go pick up his son?
A smile appeared on Dragon’s usually serious face.
“They are the future.”
Then he sat down, picked up a pen, and began transcribing the books opened in the chat group onto blank sheets of paper.
He wanted everyone in the Revolutionary Army to read these books.
To understand what a revolution truly is, why it’s necessary, and how to carry it out!
Even if he failed, as long as these ideas were passed down, the next awakened person could learn from them.
This would be the beginning of dismantling the 800-year foundation of the World Government!
Soon after, a massive sailboat departed from the base.
…
Meanwhile, in another timeline.
East Blue, Baterilla Island.
Roger picked up a Den Den Mushi and dialed a number he hadn’t contacted in a long time.
“Hey, it’s me.
Long time no see, Rayleigh.”
A surprised voice came from the other end, clearly not expecting Roger to call.
Ever since the crew disbanded, they had gone their separate ways without contacting each other.
Rayleigh had left this number specifically for Roger.
“Yeah, long time no see.
How’ve you been?
How are things?”
“Same as always, haha… What about you?”
“Same here, still doing my old job at the Sabaody Archipelago.
So, what’s up?
Something happen?”
Roger laughed.
“I’ve given up.
I’ve abandoned the idea I told you before we parted.”
Rayleigh remained silent, listening.
Roger continued, “I’ve changed my mind.
I want to live on.
I need your help, Rayleigh.”
“Got it.
What are you thinking?”
“It’s time for the Roger Pirates to reunite!”
…
A few days later, a piece of news exploded across the world like a bomb.
It caused a massive sensation!
The man who had disappeared for a year without a trace—the one who reached the final island and earned the title of Pirate King—had reappeared on the seas.
…
But Kaelin had no idea any of this was happening.
For some reason, his body had improved dramatically.
His mental state, physical strength, and vitality were all at peak levels.
He didn’t feel sleepy in class like usual, and even studying had become much easier.
This refreshed feeling made him extremely happy.
Morning classes ended, and Kaelin was about to leave.
Lin Bei, who was sitting beside him, stopped him.
“Kaelin, we’re signing up for the class basketball competition.
Want to join?”
Kaelin frowned.
“Do I look like I have time to waste on that?”
“I wouldn’t have asked you before, but today I realized your physical condition is insane.
It’d be a waste not to play.
You know what the guys in our class are like—engineering students.
Either round like basketballs or skinny like toothpicks.
It’s already a miracle we can gather enough people to play.
Honestly, I was brain-dead when I volunteered to be sports rep.
Help your brother out, yeah?
Plus, if we win, there’s a bonus in the moral, intellectual, and physical scores for scholarship selection—even just participating helps.”
At the mention of a scholarship, Kaelin paused.
What he needed most right now… was money.
“Fine, count me in.
But I’m not good at basketball.”
“It’s just a class tournament, who cares about skill?
Participation is what matters.
Just don’t embarrass us too badly—and I’ll get the girls to come cheer for you.”
“Do whatever you want,” Kaelin replied casually.
“Nice!
That’s settled.
I’ll find two substitutes later and we’re good.
No classes this afternoon—let’s hit the court and practice so we don’t get completely destroyed.”
After parting ways with Lin Bei, Kaelin went to the cafeteria alone for lunch.
At the serving counter, he suddenly felt like he could eat several portions.
After asking the lunch lady to double his rice, he ordered a few usual dishes and started eating.
He casually took out his phone, planning to scroll while eating.
Seeing that the chat group he joined yesterday was quiet, Kaelin snapped a photo of his tray and sent it in.
He actually liked the people in this group.
If they were acquaintances, he wouldn’t do something like this.
But since everyone here was a stranger, there was no pressure—he could say whatever he wanted.
I am One Piece: “@Qiao Mulinsen, is that your meal?
That’s all you’re eating?
And where’s the meat?”
Kaelin’s face twitched with black lines.
This was already twice his usual portion, alright?
He zoomed in on the picture and circled the shredded pork.
Qiao Mulinsen: “Right here!”
I am One Piece: “You call that meat?”