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Amazon was only half Arthur's height. She was like a dwarf and very light.
Disposing of the body was easy—He grabbed her and buried her in the island cloud. Maybe in a day or two, she would be eaten by the creatures of the White Sea. There would be no trace left.
Before that—Arthur ripped off Amazon's wings. He made two holes in his animal-hide coat and put the wings through.
These wings were just decorations for the Skypieans. They were useless. Why couldn't Arthur pretend to be a Skypiean? It would save him a lot of trouble.
As for being recognized as a stranger? He didn't Believe the Skypieans knew everyone on the island.
The gleaming Heaven's Gate reflected Arthur's—current image.
Long black hair reached his shoulders. His eyes were as bright as stars. His sharp eyebrows added a touch of coolness. His tattered clothes couldn't hide his unusual aura. The small white wings on his back didn't look out of place at all.
Satisfied, Arthur made sure he hadn't left any traces. Then, he casually walked onto the island cloud.
The cloud beneath his feet surged. His Observation Haki revealed a giant, over 100-foot-long red shrimp beneath him.
"An—Express Shrimp?" Understanding dawned on Arthur. A smile graced his lips. He was in high spirits. He stretched out his arms and shouted, "Charge, towards the starting point of my dream - Angel Island!!"
The giant red shell touched his feet. It seemed to understand his words. The Express Shrimp shot forward with incredible speed.
The wind howled in his ears. Arthur's eyes were wide. He stared at the circular sky road ahead that led directly to the Sky Island.
The sky road was like a white ribbon. It stretched from the island cloud beneath his feet to the Sky. He couldn't see the end with his naked eye.
This magnificent sight couldn't be created by human hands. It was either a natural phenomenon or the work of a true god.
Of course, some special Devil Fruits could also achieve this. After all, no one knew what kind of bizarre fruits might appear on the Grand Line.
The Express Shrimp was as fast as a supercar from Arthur's past life. It was almost like flying. Its huge body was submerged in the clouds. He couldn't imagine what gave it such speed.
Arthur was nestled in a gap in the shrimp's red armor, as steady as a mountain. As he got closer to Angel Island, his excitement grew.
He had meticulously planned the timing—risking his life in a gamble. A series of actions others couldn't comprehend, all to reach this island of dreams.
Now that Sky Island was within reach, Arthur's emotions were understandable.
He looked up. A bright hole appeared above—The end of the circular cloud path was a patch of white light. He couldn't see what was ahead.
With excitement and anticipation, Arthur prepared to land.
The Express Shrimp burst out of the dark cave. The force threw Arthur into the sky. Then, the shrimp's body left the track. It fell downwards.
Arthur landed on the soft, wet island cloud. He looked at the beautiful scenery. It was just as he had imagined it. He couldn't help but burst into laughter.
He clutched his forehead, laughing until he was out of breath.
Five years of waiting, playing nice with the villagers of Jaya, constantly inquiring about the rising sea current, carefully calculating the timing, and then, risking his life...
All of that didn't matter. What mattered was that he had succeeded!
In this gamble with his life, betting that he could survive the current and reach Sky Island, Arthur had put all his chips on the table. He hadn't let himself down.
Right now, he was on—Angel Island's Angel Beach!
Behind him was the White-White Sea, where water and clouds merged. Ahead was a patch of green vegetation, like a small forest. The trees bore dark green, pumpkin-shaped fruit.
Further away were buildings made from a special process using island clouds. They were no less impressive than skyscrapers.
He looked around. Angel Beach was deserted. It was very quiet.
Arthur was pleased. This was perfect. If there had been people, he would have had to waste his breath, or kill all the witnesses.
Before he got to know the Skypieans—he didn't want them to know he was from below.
If he didn't have to, Arthur didn't want to kill indiscriminately.
Even though with power comes the urge to kill, and Arthur's power is not small, he didn't want to become like Big Mom, unreasonable and unable to communicate.
He wanted to focus his madness on his dream!
On the Grand Line, the most important thing was freedom, to live as one pleased. In this world without rules or laws, whoever made him unhappy, he would make them even more unhappy.
On Angel Beach, there were coconut trees—They bore pumpkin-like fruit.
The juice inside was sweet and delicious. It was perfect for quenching thirst.
Arthur ate a few. He rested in a nearby pavilion. He thought about his next steps.
First, he needed to avoid the local law enforcement, the guards of Angel Island, the army under the self-proclaimed God—Gan Fall.
Arthur estimated that Gan Fall and his four priests were at their peak. They were strong. To people from the Blue Sea, they were worth roughly 60 to 80 million Belly in bounty.
Don't underestimate Gan Fall's first appearance 27 years in the future. He easily dealt with a Sea King that Luffy and the others couldn't handle.
That was because Luffy, Zoro, and the others had altitude sickness. They were short of breath. They couldn't use their full strength.
Even so, Arthur had no intention of fighting them. If he did, he would be hunted endlessly. He might even lose his life.
However, based on the current situation, Gan Fall and the four priests should be on God's Island, Upper Yard. They shouldn't know that a Blue Sea dweller had snuck up here. They shouldn't find out for a while.
During this window, Arthur needed to get a vehicle from the Angel Islanders. He needed to go to Enel's home, Birka.
Birka was southeast of Angel Island. Anyone with common sense could figure that out. Sunrise, sunset, the growth of trees, and their rings.
From what Arthur remembered, very few people on Angel Island knew where Birka was. Once he got to Birka, he would be relatively safe.
The key was how to get there!
Swimming wasn't out of the question. But there were many Sea Kings in the White-White Sea. The risk was high. And he didn't know the exact distance.
The best method was a vehicle called a "Waver." It was like a motorcycle. It was fast and convenient.
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