"Ready Perfectly," Nolan murmured, a familiar phrase from his past life.
Robin caught her breath. For once, even the unflappable archaeologist found herself at a loss for words.
The battlefield fell silent as the clouds above parted like curtains, revealing the golden bell towering over the ruins. And there, bathed in sunlight, stood Nolan—resplendent in flowing white robes that shimmered like woven moonlight, his pink eyes glowing with an unearthly light.
The Straw Hats stared.
Sanji exhaled a stream of smoke, grinning. "Tch. Of course he's up there looking like that."
Chopper gasped, stars in his eyes. "W-Wow! Nolan's so cool!"
Below, the Shandians and Skypeians alike froze, their weapons slipping from their hands. The sheer presence radiating from the bell was inescapable—where Enel had ruled through fear, Nolan commanded something deeper. Awe.
Then, he spoke.
"People of the sky," his voice carried effortlessly, lazy yet undeniable, "this fight ends now."
He didn't shout. He didn't need to. Every word settled over the crowd like a decree.
"Your war is meaningless. Your grudges are dust." He gestured vaguely at the ruins around them. "This land isn't big enough for your hate."
It should've sounded like empty platitudes. The kind of speech that would've earned eye rolls if anyone else had said it.
But from Nolan's lips, it felt like gospel.
The Skypeians dropped to their knees. The Shandians, hardened warriors all, bowed their heads without thinking. Even the clouds themselves seemed to still in reverence.
Then—
"So shake hands. Or don't. I don't care." Nolan shrugged. "Just stop wasting my time."
A beat of silence.
Then—
BOOOOOONG—!!!
With a single, lazy punch, Nolan struck the golden bell.
The sound quaked through the sky, resonating like the voice of the heavens themselves. The very air trembled, the vibrations rippling across the clouds, shaking the ruins, rattling bones.
For the Shandians, it was the sound of a promise kept—the bell their ancestors had sworn to ring.
For the Skypeians, it was the end of an era—the death knell of Enel's reign.
And for the Straw Hats?
Luffy burst out laughing. "SHISHISHI! That was awesome!"
Nami facepalmed. "He just turned a sacred moment into a joke..."
Robin smiled. "No. He made it better."
As the bell's echo faded, Nolan stretched, yawned, and plopped back onto his nimbus cloud. "Nap time."
And just like that—
The war was over.
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The celebration roared in the distance—a swirling mass of laughter, drumbeats, and flickering firelight that painted the night sky orange. The Straw Hats had turned the battlefield into a festival ground, their raucous energy carrying even to where Nolan sat perched on a cliffside, away from the noise.
Robin tilted her head, watching as the sloth squeezed his eyes shut, his furry brow furrowed in concentration.
"What are you doing, Sloth-san?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement.
Nolan didn't answer immediately. Behind his closed eyelids, images flickered—glimpses of the next twenty seconds unfolding like pages in a book.
Luffy mid-dance, tripping over Zoro's sandals.
Usopp spilling his drink on Sanji, who retaliates with a flying kick.
Chopper, blissfully unaware, stuffing his face with meat.
And a lot more.
The visions vanished as quickly as they came.
"Practicing," Nolan finally muttered, cracking one eye open. "Tired."
The memory of the system's chime in the middle of the battlefield echoed in his skull
[Ding! Host gained an epiphany...
Action is currently being analyzed....
Ding! Host has successfully obtained the attribute: Six Sense!
Ding! Congratulations for successfully triggering 1,000 times critic...!
Attribute: Six Sense is currently going on an upgrade.
Ding! Congratulations, Six Sense has successfully turned into Observation Haki!]
The process seemed long but when Nolan read the description, he was not disappointed.
[Attribute: Observation Haki
Description:
Your Observation Haki has ascended beyond mortal limits, reaching a realm where time, intent, and the very pulse of the world are laid bare before you. You do not merely sense attacks—you walk through the future like an open book, perceiving events 20 seconds before they occur with flawless clarity. Beyond this, you hear the "Voice of All Things", a primordial murmur that reveals the hidden language of ancient stones, legendary weapons, and even the sea itself.
Abilities:
1. "20-Second Prophecy"
- You see the future in vivid detail, allowing you to:
- Dodge attacks before they're thrown.
- Counter enemies mid-stride, as if they're moving in slow motion.
- Manipulate conversations by responding to words before they're spoken.
2. "Voice of All Things"
- You hear the hidden voices of:
- Poneglyphs (they whisper fragments of their messages to you).
- Sentient Weapons (e.g., cursed blades, living ships like the Thousand Sunny).
- The Sea Kings (they regard you as a "Listener", like Roger or Poseidon).
- Passive Effect: You can instantly decipher ancient languages and sense the history of objects by touch.
3. "Echo of the Departed"
- By focusing, you can hear the last thoughts of the recently deceased or replay moments from a location's past.]
Overpowered. That was Nolan's verdict. No training, no effort—just instant mastery of a power others spent lifetimes honing. Typical system nonsense. Not that he minded. Less work for him.
Robin chuckled. "Practicing laziness, perhaps?"
Nolan yawned, stretching his stubby arms. "Robin. Let's return."
With a grunt, he flopped onto Nimbus Rest, the golden cloud puffing up beneath him like a compliant pillow. Robin joined him, and they drifted toward the bonfire, where the Straw Hats' chaos was in full swing.
The scene was pure madness.
Luffy was in the center, limbs flailing in a wild imitation of the "Dance of the Sun God" his sandals slapping against the dirt in rhythm with the Drums of Liberation booming from their beat.
Zoro was… well, attempting to dance, if one could call swaying like a drunkard while chugging sake "dancing."
Nolan smiled 'Luffy already hit Gear 2 huh..' He hadn't expected the rubber idiot to bulldoze through Enel so easily. Then again, lightning was useless against sheer, unbridled stupidity.
As the Nimbus descended, the revelers noticed.
A hush fell—brief, but palpable. The Skypeians, the Shandians, even the Straw Hats paused, their eyes locking onto Nolan with awe, curiosity, and a hint of fear.
Gan Fall, the former god, raised his cup in quiet respect.
Nolan ignored them all. His gaze landed on Aisa, the little Shandian girl, who stared at him with wide, starstruck eyes. Unlike the others, her awe wasn't rooted in fear or gratitude—it was recognition. She saw what he was now.
The sloth nudged the Nimbus toward her.
The crowd held its breath.
Aisa didn't flinch as Nolan loomed over her. Instead, she grinned, her tiny fists clenched in excitement.
Then—
Ruffle.
Nolan patted her head, his claws gently mussing her hair.
[Ding! Host gained an epiphany...!
Congratulations on successfully triggering a 5 times critic...!
Host has obtained a pair of False Senrigan Eyes!]
[Item: False Senrigan.
Description:
Bright-blue iris, a white-glowing pupil surrounded by a dark, waxing crescent shape, and a darkened sclera. Unlike the true Senrigan, its power does not pierce the world below—it is bound to the sky, a watcher of floating islands and storm-wreathed realms.
Abilities:
1. "Celestial Surveillance"
- Sees everything happening in real-time across all Sky Islands—hidden caves, drifting ships, even stealth-coated assassins cannot evade its gaze.
- Limitation: Cannot observe the Blue Sea or underground. If it's not bathed in sky winds, it's invisible to you.
2. "Echo of the Past"
- Can replay events that occurred in the sky up to 24 hours prior, like rewinding a scroll.
- Limitation: Cannot view anything older, nor can it predict the future. ]
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I made this arc too serious, my bad..