After Arch gets his head on straight, he wades out of the pool, the water dripping from his translucent skin like melted diamonds. He doesn't look back at the ripples where Fosse disappeared. He simply commands the System to provide a fresh, dry towel. After drying off his long, white hair, he pulls his attire back on, adjusting the fabric until he feels human again—or as human as a masterpiece can feel.
Gurarara... my hair is going to take forever to dry," he mutters, though he looks as immaculate as ever.
He stands at the edge of the basin and extends his hand, the familiar blue glow of the ROOM expanding to encompass the entire waterfall and the dark mouth of the cave behind it. His spatial senses tingle, mapping out every inch of the hidden hollow.
"Alright, Foxxy, let's see what that 'Violin Man' was actually guarding. He had too much confidence for a guy living in a hole."
ARCH: ROOM....
Arch stood in the center of the damp cave, the sound of the waterfall outside now muffled by the thick stone walls. He extended his hand, the blue glow of his ROOM flickering as he focused on the object lying abandoned on the black pebbles outside.
"Shambles."
With a sharp zip of displaced air, the black violin swapped places with a handful of dust, appearing instantly in Arch's palm. He held it up, hishis keen eyes—those predatory, slit pupils—scanning every curve and f-hole of the instrument.
"1715 'Baron Knoop' Stradivarius?" Arch muttered, his brow furrowing. "What the hell is a legendary Earth relic doing in a place like Wano? Or am I just seeing things?"
He ran a finger along the wood. The craftsmanship was impossible, radiating an aura of history that felt out of place in this industrial wasteland. It was a masterpiece of a lost world. Without another word, he tossed the priceless instrument into his System Inventory. Whether it was a genuine relic or a high-tier imitation, it was too good to leave behind.
Whatever it is, it's mine now. Gurarara... call it a 'disturbing the peace' fee."
He looked at Foxxy, who was sniffing a stack of old sheet music. "Alright, enough with the curiosities. Shambles."
In a blur of blue light, the duo disappeared from the cave entrance and reappeared deep within the cavern's interior.
Arch stood in the center of the cavern, the cool, damp air pressing against his skin. This wasn't some high-tech laboratory or a man-made bunker. His ROOM confirmed it: this was pure nature, an ancient hollow carved out by centuries of water and stone. There were no gears, no obsidian pedestals, and no hidden machinery.no bullshit Just the raw, moss-covered walls of the "Green Grave."
Arch stood in the center of the moss-laden cavern, the cool air clinging to his skin. He didn't need to go digging through the dirt; his ROOM had already cataloged every anomaly within its blue sphere.
"Shambles."
With a sharp snap of displaced air, a massive object swapped places with the air in front of him. A heavy, ornate treasure chest—two feet tall and five feet wide—slammed onto the damp cave floor with a satisfying thud. The lid was already thrown back, revealing the lifetime collection of the man who had lived within the waterfall.
Arch stepped closer, his predatory eyes scanning the loot. It wasn't just gold; it was a curator's hoard.
Arch sat perched on the edge of the massive chest like a bored king, his long white hair draped over his knees as he sifted through the hoard. For a guy who looked like a queen he had the berserk heart of a seasoned pirate so just looking at the things Fosse collected makes him want to ravage and destroy this things,yup not really because of what Fosse called him before.
"Poor man," Arch tutted, shaking his head with mock pity. " for how many years in a hole or a lifetime in a waterfall, and this is all you managed to scrap together? Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
Despite his trash-talking, his hands were busy. He picked up the Golden Crown first, turning it over in the dim light. The metal was heavy and pure. "The design is decent," he mused, tossing it casually back into the pile. "Probably belonged to some noble who lost his head—or maybe it was a pity gift for that violin playing."
Next, he flipped through the Music Sheet Compilation. To most, it was just art; to Arch, it was a potential System item. He followed it with the Small Jewelry Box, which was overflowing with every gem imaginable—rubies, sapphires, and emeralds that caught the faint light of the cave. He ran his fingers through them like sand.
Then came the Old Diary. He opened a page, saw some frantic handwriting about "The Eternal Muse," and promptly shut it. "I'll save the reading for when I'm bored in a cell or on a boat," he muttered, tossing it aside for later.
Arch weighed the next item in his palm, his eyebrows shooting up. It was a Golden Hourglass, about six inches tall, but it felt as heavy as a lead weight. The "sand" inside wasn't sand at all; it looked like microscopic grains of crushed diamonds that flowed upward instead of downward, defying the very gravity Arch often manipulated with his ROOM.
"Strange... if this is a timer, it's timing something that hasn't happened yet," Arch muttered, rotating the golden frame. He could feel a faint hum of energy vibrating through the metal, a resonance that made his skin prickle.
He set the hourglass aside and reached for the final, most prominent piece in the collection.
"Now this is a piece of work," he whispered.
He pulled out a Cane that stood four feet long. It was crafted from Crystal Iron, a material that looked like frozen moonlight but felt as indestructible as the hull of a battleship. The craftsmanship was breathtaking—majestic and regal, the kind of heirloom a Queen would bestow upon her most trusted champion. But it was the head of the cane that caught his eye: a Mermaid, intricately carved, her tail winding down the crystal shaft as if she were swimming through the very air.
Arch gripped the handle. The crystal was cold, and for a split second, he felt a surge of calm wash over him, as if the cane itself was designed to steady the heart of its wielder.
ARCH: wow that felt refreshing..
But This guy was a collector of things that shouldn't exist in kibi like where did he fucking picked up this things?
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