One Piece: The story was spoiled for Im Saint right from the start.

“Lord Maz Saint, building a 10,000-meter-high elevator is very difficult, requires a lot of manpower and resources, and there is no guarantee of success.”

Shallow sea.

Ten warships were lined up in a row. On the deck of the warship in the middle, there was a dining table for four people, plus two sofas.

Sumer took a bath, changed into a new T-shirt and trousers, and looked refreshed. He occupied the dining table alone, slowly picking up the cut steak with his chopsticks.

The steak should be well-done.

Spicy flavor.

Paired with red wine, it tastes delicious.

Marcus Mazsan sat on one sofa, while Borsalino and Cap sat on another sofa.

Lieutenant Generals Dalmesia, Dor, Urban, Bruguras, and Ponsky stood to one side.

The five also came to pay homage to Makas—Mazsaint and Sumer.

They also learned of the existence of Skypiea and the three orders that Makas—Maz Saint—had previously given to Borsalino.

"I only care about the result, not the process!"

"Your navy should discuss this matter yourselves. The elevator must be completed within five years, and all the gold in the golden city of Shandora must be transported to Mary Geoise."

Marcus—Maz Saint spoke without room for argument, glancing at Dalmesia who had spoken first.

"Yes."

Facing the imposing gaze of Marcus Mazsan, Dalmecia lowered his head.

That evening.

Borsalino reported everything to Sengoku, who was also shocked to learn that the Sky Island and the Golden City of Shandora truly existed.

Then they began arranging the construction of a new military fortress on Gaya Island, as well as elevators and other related matters.

Soon.

Information about Jaya Island being destroyed by the Buster Call and the Navy's plan to build a military fortress on it has been learned by various factions.

For example, the Four Emperors Whitebeard, Big Mom, Shanks, and the Beast Pirates.

There were also revolutionary armies, etc.

However, the Navy has kept the information about the Sky Island and the Golden City of Shandora very secret, and it has not been leaked yet.

But nothing stays hidden forever. Once the Golden City of Shandora is exposed, it will likely attract the attention of some ambitious individuals.

After all, a city built entirely of gold is of immeasurable value.

The next day.

The sky was overcast.

The sea breeze blew in my face, carrying with it the lingering smells of burning and gunpowder.

A warship began to break away from the formation and head east alone, led by one of the five lieutenant generals—the only two female lieutenant generals among them, Dole.

Sumer personally named him.

And I met with Dor alone last night to discuss it.

This time, he and Majus—Mazsan—are heading to Water Seven to retrieve the blueprints for the ancient weapon Hades—Pluto.

The high-ranking and powerful Marcus Saint was unwilling to fly over.

Sumer was unwilling to be carried away like a chick by the statue of Makas-Maz.

So they decided to have a warship escort them, and then enjoy food and drink along the way.

Historical texts recording the whereabouts of Poseidon, the sea god, along with some gold and a golden bell, were also transported to the warship last night.

The rest is up to the navy.

That is power.

A single word from the higher-ups can send those at the bottom running themselves ragged.

Enel also woke up, but he was now a prisoner, handcuffed with sea stone and locked in the lower deck, listlessly questioning his existence.

Clearly, being restrained by sea stone for the first time left him at a loss.

This world was unfriendly and unfamiliar to him!

"Lieutenant General Dor, are all the six techniques you mentioned—Shave, Iron Body, Paper Drawing, Moonwalk, Tempest Kick, and Finger Pistol—truly only masterable through rigorous training, with no shortcuts?"

on the deck.

Sumer still looked at Dol with some lingering hope.

Dole was a tall woman with long eyelashes, blue eyes, and short, dark hair with bangs.

Today I'm wearing a dark short-sleeved top, dark leather pants, and black boots.

She wore a spiked choker and hoop earrings around her slender, snow-white neck, but had flower tattoos on her arms and wore a justice-themed coat draped over her shoulders.

She has a curvaceous figure and is dashing and efficient.

She's much prettier than that wrinkled, short, and ugly old woman, Bruguras!

Since both methods involved consulting the Six Styles and Overpowering Auras, Sumer naturally chose the more pleasing and beautiful ones.

As for the three male lieutenant generals, Dalmesia, Urban, and Ponsky, Sumer excluded them directly.

18. Four shortcuts to becoming stronger, seizing Im's body

"Yes, Holy Lord Sumer!"

Dole nodded firmly at first, then brushed back her dark bangs and continued.

"However, some exceptionally talented geniuses can grasp the knack after seeing it only once and thus master it quickly."

Even so, it still requires a lot of hard work to truly master it!

Done.

Dol observed Sumer's ever-changing expression.

last night.

Sumer summoned her alone, which made Dole very nervous.

Because it was a late-night summons, and the man and woman were alone together, Dol's first thought was that Sumer wanted her to serve him in bed.

She was very reluctant.

However, as a vice admiral, she could not disobey orders, for the consequences of doing so would be unbearable.

After some internal struggle, she resigned herself to her fate.

Consider it a sacrifice for justice.

But when she entered Sumer's room, Sumer only asked her questions about the Six Powers and Haki.

They even let her teach them.

What surprised Dor was that Sumer had a great deal of theoretical knowledge about the Six Powers and Haki, and he often applied what he learned to other situations.

He also gave her a lot of inspiration during the conversation.

At Sumer's request, she also demonstrated the Six Styles and Two Colors of Haki on several occasions, and the two continued to explore until 1 a.m.

I got up early this morning.

She was then called to the deck by Sumer, which led to the conversation that had just taken place.

"In the end, you still have to go through hellish training, shedding blood and sweat, to become a strong person."

After listening to what Dor said.

Sumer's heart was cold.

He knows himself very well; he's simply not the kind of person who can endure hellish asceticism.

In my past life, I wouldn't say I lived a life of luxury, but I was definitely the kind of person who couldn't stand hardship and was prone to giving up halfway.

The reason I worked 12-hour night shifts in the factory was because I was forced into it by life. If I didn't make some money, I might not even be able to afford noodles.

Who would have thought that after only seven night shifts, because he used his hands too much, he was so weak that he almost died suddenly.

The key issue is that he is also very afraid of pain.

From this perspective, even if a lazy person like him, who is afraid of death, obtains the cultivation methods of the Six Styles and the Overbearing Qi, or even has someone to teach him, he is unlikely to achieve much.

Sumer tried it after talking with Dor last night.

He planned to start by improving his physical fitness, but he couldn't do more than a hundred push-ups.

Even after signing the Deep Sea Contract and having received initial physical enhancements, before transmigrating, doing twenty of them would have been a struggle.

My mind was filled with thoughts of giving up and negating.