I'm at the top of One Piece

Mercer stood on a wooden suspension bridge above a canyon a hundred meters deep, gazing at the distant forest, and began to walk across.

A magnificent white-necked raven circled overhead, surveying the surroundings as it walked through the lush forest.

Tall trees.

All sorts of strange flowers and plants.

Stepping on the protruding stones on the water's surface, we leaped across the crystal-clear stream.

The endless forests are filled with the primal breath of life.

Breathing in the fresh fragrance of flowers, grass, and trees.

An urge to shout unconsciously welled up within me.

Unlike the perpetual winter on Drum Island.

Here, the seasons are always the same, and the flowers and plants are lush. This season is autumn, and Mercer's state of oneness with nature makes him feel exceptionally at ease here.

At this moment, Ya Da Bao, who was in mid-air, fell from the sky and flew to the ground not far from Moses.

With furtive steps, it caught a three-centimeter-long black bee in its mouth and burst it open with a single bite.

Mercer blinked and walked forward, stopping five meters away.

Because a swarm of at least a hundred plump black bees flew out of the ground and circled around Ya Dabao, their stingers shiny black, but they could not get close.

Ya Dabao flapped its wings, creating gusts of wind to drive them away.

With its sharp beak, the bird struck accurately every time. Mercer narrowed his eyes, not at all surprised by Ya Da Bao's gluttonous behavior.

I guess I'm just very curious.

Crows by nature.

Why should I suppress its natural instincts?

And I did gain something from it.

Mercer could clearly see a crystalline, brownish-yellow liquid flowing from the cracks in the soil beneath Ya Da Bao's feet.

Wild honey.

Smelling the faint, sweet scent in the air, Messer couldn't help but smile. "What a good bird, always trying to benefit its own people."

Moses had already come up with several plans for a great harvest, the simplest of which was undoubtedly a fire attack.

But Heaven has a benevolent nature towards life.

Since we're going to be robbers, let's spare Bee's life.

There is always an antidote within a hundred paces of a highly poisonous substance.

Although this statement is not entirely accurate, the principle is sound despite its rough language.

Mercer's sharp eyes spotted something interesting: in a pond where a river converged not far away, floated large lotus leaves, each at least one meter in diameter.

It's a little yellowish, but that's fine.

With light steps, Moses arrived at the riverbank and stepped into the crystal-clear water with her sandal-clad feet.

Only two meters from the shore, the water was up to knee-deep.

With a small hand holding the dewdrop, it plunged into the water's surface and, with a gentle swirl, set the broad lotus leaves free.

After picking several round and clean lotus leaves, Mercer walked ashore, stacked two lotus leaves together, folded them into a 45-degree fan shape, and quickly went to the bumblebees.

Swinging his arm in a wide arc, he waved a fan-shaped lotus leaf, the sound of rain pattering on banana leaves echoing, as he skillfully and precisely swatted at the bees.

Injure, but do not kill.

A few minutes later, a layer of plump, black bees fell to the ground all around.

Ya Dabao and Messer worked together seamlessly, circling Messer like chickens, flapping their wings on the ground to drive away the still-attacking bees, and eating any that dared to attack.

Mercer, holding the Frostbite Dagger in his right hand, deftly pried open a clump of soil by inserting it into a crack in the ground, revealing a honeycomb flowing with honey-orange honey.

After wiping the dust off his clothes, Messer began to divide the beehive.

The open lotus leaves began to wrap around.

This was a rich honeycomb, and Moses collected two-thirds of it, enough to fill five large pouches.

The rest were left unattended; they were covered with soil, leaving gaps, and the path of sustainable development was taken.

After collecting the bees, Mercer looked around at the bees that were beginning to regain their vitality and take flight, called out to Ya Dabao, and quickly made his escape.

Having eaten at least a hundred crows, Ya Dabao had his fill, but he was still a little reluctant to leave, muttering to himself:

"Ya Zao, I knew, so I brought my girl along. This kind of sweet worm is really delicious."

Away from the beehive, Mercer held five large bags of packaged honey and a large piece of honeycomb. He pinched a piece and handed it to Crow Da Bao, who was flying beside him, and laughed:

"There are five packs. Please save one for us so we can take it back for Ya Xiaoniu to try."

Upon hearing this, Ya Dabao cheerfully cawed and laughed:

"Mei, okay, Niu, happy, thank you."

“Hey Da Bao, you should really work on it. Stop speaking so haltingly and try to make your sentences coherent and fluent. You haven’t practiced enough. That won’t do. If you’re bad, practice more.”

“I understand.” Crow Da Bao nodded, then picked up a piece of honey that Messer had given it, tilted its head back, and swallowed it. “Delicious. Sweet.”

As it spoke, it flew to a pool of water and drank a few mouthfuls of clear water, then flew back over, saying, "I've eaten too much, it's greasy."

Mercer ate a honey cube, looked at it and laughed, "Are you done eating? If you are, go back to your work."

"Okay, one more."

This time, Moses tore off a large piece and handed it over. The crow grabbed it with its big claws, flapped its wings, and flew into the sky.

Walking in the forest.

Moses glanced at the honey in his hand.

"Identification"

【F+ Grade Wild Honey】: A natural dessert, a gift from nature. Regular consumption can relieve fatigue, improve sleep, nourish and protect the liver, and improve gastrointestinal function.

That makes sense. Delicious food that's so easy to get can't be that high quality.

However, its merits outweigh its flaws.

Good things are still good things even if they are of low quality.

"This is also a kind of cultivation resource. Consuming it for a long time can improve one's physical condition."

"There are so many wonderful things in this world, and my desire to explore is starting to ignite."

While eating honey along the way, when it got too sweet, we would eat a few wild fruits picked along the way, or drink a few mouthfuls of spring water we came across.

Half an hour later.

Moses used his Observation Haki to continuously sense his surroundings, but for some reason, he couldn't detect Ace's presence.

Once they emerged from the forest and reached a small hill, Moses gazed at the towering, arched city walls in the distance, and beyond those walls, a mountain of garbage shrouded in smoke.

"Uncertain final destination"

The no-man's-land between the Colpo Mountains and the Kingdom of Goa.

Calling it a no-man's-land is an understatement; in reality, it's just a wasteland inhabited by people who can't survive, have no value, and are frequented by thugs, pirates, and bandits.

Most of the people here rely on the scrap metal dumped in the city for a living.

"So that brat Ace still managed to come here after all?"

Inside the garbage mountain, using Observation Haki, he sensed a familiar presence.

Mercer waved to the sky, and Crow Da Bao flew down.

He handed the five lotus leaf pouches, which he had tied together with vines he found along the way, to Ya Dabao, who gripped them tightly with his claws.

"What's wrong, Mei?"

"I found it. I'll go take a look. You take the things."

After saying that, Mercer walked down the slope and into the garbage mountain.

Gazing at the mountain of garbage and debris before him, Moses thought to himself, speechless:

"Are all the nobles of the Goa Kingdom pigs? How can they produce so much garbage?"

Smelling the stench and thick smoke left by burning trash in the air, Mercer walked through the ruins.

Every now and then you see scavengers digging through the garbage heaps, their faces numb, their clothes tattered, but their eyes filled with wariness and cruelty.

A group of pathetic people who don't know what tomorrow holds.

A group of people living in garbage with no hope for the future.

No, it has aspirations.

Their dream is probably to dig out something valuable from the garbage.

Once it's dug out, there might be a bloody struggle for it.

I've seen one face after another.

There were adults, children, men, women, and the elderly.

Mercer looked at them calmly, without feeling any pity. The path to Mount Colbo or some other forest was there.

If you want to truly live, the path has always been there; they simply chose to ignore it.

As for the wild beasts in the mountains?

joke.

Where do so many powerful beasts come from? As long as you have the determination, beasts are never an obstacle.

Following the aura sensed by Observation Haki, I stepped onto the top of a pile of garbage-covered hills formed by abandoned buildings.

Moses looked down.

"You brat, this is what we found. Give it back to us."

"I think you're asking for death."