In Chapter 2, the player obtains a treasure map.

The New World, Moby Dick.

After giving his father a morning check-up, Marco, the first division commander and ship's doctor of the Whitebeard Pirates, slowly walked to the edge of the deck, half-closing his eyes and feeling the morning sea breeze.

The massive Moby Dick could accommodate nearly a hundred crew members, but it was still as small as a fallen leaf in the face of the vast ocean, gently rising and falling with the waves.

However, this slight swaying was nothing to pirates who made a living at sea. Marco crossed his arms and rested them on the wooden railing, his open shirt billowing in the wind, revealing his muscular physique and the tattoo on his chest that represented the Whitebeard Pirates.

The sound of birdsong came from overhead. Marco looked up and saw seagulls circling above the Moby Dick. He waved, and one of them flapped its wings and landed on the railing.

That was the newsbird under Morgans, one of the uncrowned kings of the underworld, who controlled news and information. Every day, it traveled all over the world, regardless of faction, to deliver the freshest news and major events to people all over the world.

Marco took a bag of pele and nuts from his pocket, took five newspapers from the newsbird, rolled up four of them and held them under his arm, and walked toward his father's room while reading one of them.

Upon opening the first page, a large, bold headline immediately made Marco stop in his tracks.

[Signs of impending doom? Rebirth or destruction? A new world, its map reshaped by a devastating earthquake, and the forces reshuffled and reconstructed!]

Below are two photos. The first is taken from a distance, showing a small island decorated with fairytale elements and candy cakes. The second photo shows a stretch of azure water with an unclear meaning.

Marco frowned as he looked at the two photos. As a well-known pirate in the New World, he naturally knew where the first photo was taken—the islands under the control of Queen Charlotte Linlin of Totto Land were known for their sweet and dreamy style.

The second photo wasn't of some meaningless sea either, but rather a photo taken from the same angle at the same location. Yes, the island protected by the sea emperor had completely sunk and disappeared into the ocean, leaving not a trace.

Charlotte Linlin, whose personality was by no means peaceful or easy to talk to, did not retaliate against anyone because of this. This was because the cause of all this was not a person with superpowers or a powerful figure, but someone who was truly invincible...

Natural disaster.

Two days ago, a terrible earthquake struck the New World. Even Marco, who was used to seeing big scenes with his father, still felt his heart pound when he recalled the scene that day.

Like seawater boiling and bubbling, towering waves nearly a hundred meters high, and thick, golden-purple lightning bolts tearing through the sky and piercing the sea... In the face of such natural power, a renowned pirate with a bounty of one billion is no different from an unarmed child.

In the end, if it weren't for his father's personal intervention, the Moby Dick and their affiliated pirate crew would probably have been swept away by the giant waves. After relentlessly unleashing the Tremor-Tremor Fruit's power to shatter the giant waves, Edward Newgate felt completely drained after everything was over, and he unusually recalled the difficult days of fighting when he was still in the Rocks Pirates.

This is also why Marco has insisted on giving his father a thorough physical examination these past two days. While the Tremor-Tremor Fruit grants the user immense power to walk on natural disasters, it also causes tremendous damage to the user's internal organs.

The captain of the Whitebeard Pirates is omnipotent. He uses his power to protect every family member under his protection, and his reputation and strength to provide a safe haven for every member of his affiliated pirate crew and the residents of the island. Naturally, he cannot show the slightest wavering to the outside world.

Fortunately, at least for the current father, such extreme use of his abilities is still bearable. A few days of rest and a large amount of food replenishment will allow him to return to that unshakable mountain-like posture.

Thinking of this, the worry that had been lingering in Marco's mind quietly dissipated a bit, and he continued reading the small print under the front page of the newspaper.

Morgans, the president of World Economic News, has a very powerful intelligence system. Although his wording follows his usual style of "making a big news story," Marco still sees chilling conclusions in his work.

Dozens of small islands vanished, and even more islands that had never existed before appeared out of thin air from the sea. The ocean currents and topography of the New World were almost completely reshaped, causing headaches for both pirates and the navy, and plunging them into an unprecedented "peace truce."

Marco pushed open his father's door with a newspaper in hand, then keenly caught a lingering scent of alcohol in the air.

Marco's brow twitched, and his sharp gaze swept across the room.

The pretty nurses, some standing and some sitting, looked at Marco with mocking eyes, showing no fear whatsoever.

“Father…” Marco rubbed his temples, his head aching. He glanced at the suspicious-looking water jug ​​by the white-bearded man’s feet, sighed, and said nothing more.

"...Gurararara!" Whitebeard glanced away nervously for a moment, then burst into loud laughter. The nurses nearby, unfazed, gracefully covered their ears. "Is that today's news you're holding, Marco?"

Dad, that was a really abrupt shift in topic.

Marco inwardly grumbled, but still handed one of the newspapers to the head nurse, who was responsible for reading it to Whitebeard.

The head nurse read out the alarming headlines in an elegant and captivating voice, and the white-bearded man fell silent after hearing everything.

The losses to the Moby Dick and its affiliated pirate crew were relatively manageable thanks to Whitebeard's presence, but many more of the Whitebeard Pirates' islands were affected by the earthquake.

Although it is unknown why, the intelligence that has been received so far indicates that only those uninhabited islands that were purely resource-based have disappeared. The inhabited islands at most suffered some damage to buildings and resources due to the impact of the waves, but the earthquake still brought considerable chaos and trouble to those residents.

The earthquake altered the terrain and ocean currents, completely overturning their previously known safe shipping routes. Not to mention the various sea kings that surfaced from the deep sea after the earthquake. While those sea kings posed no threat to the Whitebeard Pirates, encountering them at sea would be a terrifying experience for ordinary civilians on the island.

This is one of the reasons why the Moby Dick has been sailing so conspicuously in the vicinity recently. In addition to warning other sea kings who are eager to take advantage of the chaos that Whitebeard will not let anyone who provokes his territory go unpunished, it is also a comfort to the residents who are in a state of panic and confusion.

"Gurrrararara!" Whitebeard suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly, picking up the "water jug" beside him and pouring the wine-scented liquid into his mouth. "This is the new world, Marco, you never know what tomorrow will bring!"

"A new adventure is calling us, isn't it?" Whitebeard looked at his son beneath him. "New islands, unknown maps, and treasures—that's what we've been waiting for!"

Marco couldn't help but smile: "Yes."

The pursuit of adventure and challenge is an instinct flowing in the blood of pirates; no matter what the unknown future holds, they will never back down.

Because they are the Whitebeard Pirates.

"...But Dad, this is the last pot of wine. Don't ever think about having someone secretly bring you wine again."

"...Gurarararar, Marco, I don't think I heard what you said."

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Meanwhile, Violet, unaware of the profound impact the cutscene-like map generation prompts at the very beginning of the game had on the entire new world, was putting her wooden paddle aside and bending down to pick up a message in a bottle floating on the sea.

After pulling out the cork and pouring out the note inside, Vera looked at the empty bottle in her hand with a pained and conflicted expression.

There are no supplies... but we don't have enough inventory space.

It might come in handy later... but there aren't enough slots.

I want to make another one, but I don't know how long it will take... but I don't have enough space.

Violet: "Aaaaaaah!"

Damn game designers, why can't you give players a little more space in their pockets and backpacks!

Forced to declutter, Violet put the bottle back into the seawater and watched it being carried away by the waves, a heartbroken expression on her face.

Goodbye, empty bottle. I'm sorry, I can't give you what you need right now (grid). I hope you can find another person on this vast ocean who understands you, is willing to accept you, and is tolerant of you.

When Vera unfolded the note, it was like opening a pot lid at Little O's house; a strong golden light burst forth from the paper.

Violet: "Ah, my eyes!"

The next second, the note turned into shattered golden light spots and dissipated in the air, leaving only a bewildered Violet with her eyes brimming with tears from the light pollution, holding up her hand.

With a thought, she took out a parchment scroll from her pocket. On the map, a place she had never been before was highlighted, with a picture of a treasure chest drawn on it, and a black pirate flag stuck next to the chest.

The pirate flag features a skull with three scars around its left eye.

[You have obtained a treasure map*1]

[Description: A treasure trove lies hidden there, placed in a bottle by an unknown person and found by you. What exactly is there? You'll never know until you dig it up yourself.]

Vera compared her location with the treasure's location and was delighted to find that if she set off now, she could most likely row to the island before nightfall.

She took a harpoon egg out of her pocket, expressionlessly popped it into her mouth and chewed it, swallowing the egg white and shell together.

[You ate a raw egg, satiety +10]

The game character's hunger level dropped too quickly, and Violet had to constantly monitor her attributes to avoid starving to death. Fortunately, the sea was generous enough that Violet could always find food to satisfy her hunger in various places.

Besides the various fruits growing on the trees and the limpets on the rocks, the shallow sea area also grows dark brown kelp, and pink jellyfish swim by her bamboo raft from time to time, serving as another food source that is delicious enough without cooking.

Although each time they are attacked, they release a large amount of electricity, causing Violet to fall into a memory blank for a few seconds, for players who cannot feel pain, as long as the reward is greater than the effort, the battle is worthwhile.

After taking a pink jellyfish out of her pocket and putting it in her mouth, and making sure that her satiety level was above a safe level, Violet gripped the wooden oar again and rowed toward the treasure location on the message in the bottle.

A note from the author:

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Players: Announcing her arrival to the entire new world!