Chapter 520: Completion
An unprecedented massive debate erupted worldwide.
The debate's focal point was who exactly was lying, and which side was truly the righteous one.
Was it the World Government or the rebel alliance telling the truth?
Both sides had numerous supporters.
Those supporting the World Government did so because the Government had ruled the world for eight hundred years. Their prestige ultimately couldn't be completely destroyed by a few words.
Not to mention that right now, all the allied nations' kings under the Government were still detained in Mariejois. Every country's ruling class was speaking for the World Government, so naturally the nations' citizens would be influenced accordingly.
As for the opposition, that was even simpler. How much evil had the World Government committed over these years? How many people had been harmed by them?
These people were naturally the Government's opponents.
However, they were actually still the minority. The real majority was the world's other half—the non-allied nations that no one ever cared about.
The people of these countries had never enjoyed benefits brought by the World Government, but they'd certainly been ruthlessly exploited by the Government.
They naturally had not even a shred of support for the World Government.
If they had to support anyone, it would naturally be the Revolutionary Army fighting for common people and the NEO Navy committed to uniting the non-allied nations.
The World Government? Of course it was better if it died as soon as possible!
Thus, naturally, holding to their respective positions, both sides began fierce arguments.
The entire world seemed split into two factions by this.
Just as the Red Line divided the world into two sides, a confrontation that hadn't occurred in eight hundred years appeared once more.
However, though they argued with each other, everyone on both sides had already realized one thing.
Just as recorded in the World Economic News, a war like the final battle between Joy Boy and Imu eight hundred years ago was about to unfold on this sea once more.
Where would this world go this time?
No one knew. Everyone felt anxious.
However, besides being shocked by this matter, a few people marveled at something else.
"Wait! If what the World Economic News published is truly the blank hundred years of history, doesn't that mean Brett has already reached the final island?"
"Then doesn't that guy become the new—"
"Pirate King??"
Though a great battle determining the world's future was about to begin, this news was so shocking that even the birth of a new king received little attention. Yet all those who aimed for the throne still felt complicated emotions.
"Eh!! How can this be?!"
In Windmill Village in the East Blue, a boy wearing a straw hat shouted in disbelief. "A new Pirate King has already been born? But I'm the man who's going to become Pirate King!"
Yet now, before even setting sail, a new king had already been born. How could he possibly accept such a thing?
This usually incredibly cheerful youth fell into depression for the first time today.
The same went for almost all ambitious people across the sea who aimed for Pirate King.
The West Blue, South Blue, North Blue, Paradise, the New World—countless people felt despair because of this.
For instance, on the Moby Dick in the New World.
A chubby man flipped through the newspaper, his eyes bulging so much they nearly flew from their sockets.
Yet beside him came Whitebeard's bold laughter.
"Gurarararara! Never thought the first to reach the final island would be that Brett boy! A Pirate King who isn't a pirate? How interesting!"
The man named Teach nearly ground his teeth to powder.
Where was it interesting?
Damn Brett, you've ruined my dreams!
Teach fell into silence.
The Pirate King position was gone. A new world king would probably be born soon. The Dark-Dark Fruit was who-knows-where.
His life seemed to truly have no great prospects anymore.
Thinking this, he could only helplessly breathe a sigh of relief.
Looked like he could only honestly remain on the Whitebeard Pirates as a son for life.
At this time, on Fish-Man Island, Brett still floated in the sky acting as the sun.
He was well aware of the world's current storm. He naturally knew what would happen in this world after today's news.
Still the same thing—public opinion wouldn't have much use. This war's true victory or defeat still depended on the showdown between weapons.
Hmm, perhaps now he had to add the showdown between himself and Imu.
However, that truly wasn't simple. That guy's power was unprecedented, absolutely not someone who could be eliminated through ordinary means.
To defeat that guy, he had to master awakening to have a chance.
Fortunately, Shyarly's prophecy had helped tremendously again. Brett already had a method.
Just now wasn't the time to implement it yet. He had to wait a bit longer.
But it would be soon. Once Dr. Vegapunk finished his current artificial sun research, it would be ready.
Time slowly passed like this.
People across the world still debated tirelessly.
Or rather, as time fermented, people argued even more intensely.
More and more people joined this fierce debate. After all, this matter truly concerned the entire world, concerned every person.
No one knew what the future held.
And sadly, the vast majority of people couldn't even participate in this transformation.
All they could do was argue earnestly now, then quietly wait for the day the new era arrived.
This world was so cruel. Clearly it was a war concerning everyone intimately, yet fundamentally few people could participate, and even fewer could play decisive roles.
A week passed like this.
The promised time had arrived. So had Dr. Vegapunk produced results?
Before Brett could go find the old man, he'd already come himself.
Fujitora brought him along. The man manipulated gravity, making a massive object float in midair, flying directly into the sky to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Brett, who still embodied the sun.
Brett noticed it was a massive sphere, currently being stood upon by both of them.
"Haha, it's complete!!"
The old man stood on that sphere, excitedly dancing about. "Though the maximum temperature certainly isn't as amazing as yours, an artificial sun capable of steadily outputting light and heat to Fish-Man Island and the surrounding deep sea has officially been completed!"
"Let's send it into the sky now!"
Excellent!