The huge wave sweeping the anime world

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When Morgans heard that Old White's name was Maha, he thought it was the writer's bad taste. After all, every aspiring writer would put his personal will into his works.

But the power entangled in the opponent's hands cannot be faked, but can it be really read?

The cunning Morganus would not believe in the existence of thoughts based on just a few words from the other side.

The world is so big, and there are endless kinds of strange and bizarre devil fruits. Who can be sure whether this is the effect of a certain fruit ability?

"Don't look at the power in my hand with suspicion. Apart from the limitations of the conditions of its birth, it is not restricted by seawater and seastone."

"How about we go swimming in the ocean together and then come back to chat"

Heisenberg crossed his arms and looked at Morgause leisurely.

"Rather than your thoughts, I want to know how you found this place. No matter which force it is, it is impossible for you to get here so easily and without being discovered by me, and to avoid everyone in my newspaper quietly."

Morgans' left leg was ready to fly away.

"You've heard the noise from your newspaper staff outside, so you should know that I'm not here to kill innocent people. Put down the skinny chicken legs you're about to kick, and let's have a good chat."

Heisenberg had prepared a lot of stories to deceive him. If he ran away, he would have to chase him and make up his mind. It was too troublesome and I had to finish it here.

"I have attached some mind marks to your newspaper staff, so your location can be sensed by me during your communication and activities. Do you have any other questions?"

Heisenberg moved a decent-looking stool to replace the one under his butt. It was too plain. Ever since he recovered some of his memories, he learned to enjoy life and therefore preferred more colorful colors.

"You must be joking. I am the king of newspapers in the world. How could I be so timid?"

Morgans laughed awkwardly a few times and used the excuse to retract his bird legs.

"Well, since you came to see me in secret, you must not only want to tell me that you have telekinesis."

Morgans sat back in his seat as president and drank another cup of coffee.

"cough cough"

"Sorry, I lost my composure. I usually take small sips. I was trying to learn how to drink from you, but I choked a little bit."

The coffee cup in Morgans' hand fell to the ground with a cracking sound.

"Don't be so polite. We don't have a close relationship to begin with. It's a bit weird to be so polite."

Morgans cursed in his heart that a man whose background he didn't know sneaked into his newspaper office quietly and knocked out his bodyguard before he noticed. And the other staff members outside the newspaper who usually acted like they were in high positions were like idiots and hadn't noticed that he was held hostage.

Just because of Lao Bai, no, it should be said that it was Maha, just because of Maha's assassination ability to this extent, if I don’t know what’s good for me, who knows what will happen in the next second.

"Do you know what happened eight hundred years ago?"

Heisenberg nodded with satisfaction. He had finally gotten the person into a circle. The rest depended on his mouth.

"Hmm? 800 years ago? Is it that conjecture about the world government? I thought no one except archaeologists and the D clan paid attention to this."

"Are you from the D clan?"

Morgans had read some records about the conjectures about the origin of the world. One of the famous conjectures was the conjecture of the destruction of the country eight hundred years ago. He forgot which archaeologist proposed it, but he remembered that the scholar's name seemed to have the letter D in it, and then the world government began a large-scale secret hunt for the people of the D clan.

As for the rest of the content, such as what happened and who was with whom, he had no idea. Otherwise, according to his loudmouth personality, the news he learned in the morning would be published on the front page of the newspaper at noon, and distributed to all parts of the world in the afternoon, and then everyone would know about it.

But he knows clearly who is just and who is evil. The facts are before him. The World Government is the greatest justice. After all, judging from the current situation, it is the party that laughs the most and laughs last.

"It's okay. It's okay if you don't understand that thing. Someone will help you to unravel its mystery little by little. As long as we cooperate well, you will definitely live to see that day and see many interesting things."

Heisenberg originally thought that if he was an insider, he could take advantage of the information gap and lie to him half-truthfully, but given the current situation, he didn't need to make up that blank history.

"I am looking forward to that day. The world is too peaceful now, and my newspaper office is too idle. It would be very interesting if the blank history was revealed."

Morganse's smile was very sinister. He was the kind of person who was afraid of chaos in the world. The more lively the sea was, the more excited he would be as a bystander.

"Let me tell you another story, a story that happened about five thousand years ago. Do you want to hear it?"

Heisenberg paused and looked at Morgause indifferently.

"Damn it, you've already talked about this, and you're still keeping me in suspense. Will someone die if you just tell me directly?"

Morgans gritted his teeth and wanted to curse.

Usually, it is him, the news king who has the latest first-hand information, who keeps others in suspense. Unexpectedly, he felt weak today due to his partying every night and was left to keep others in suspense.

"If I tell you that I am really Maha Zoldyck, and that the Hunter world is actually the present world five thousand years ago, would you be shocked?"

Heisenberg's words hit Morgans' heart like a bolt from the blue.

"Let me take a break"

Morgans slumped weakly in the president's chair, covering his face with his right wing and doubting his life.

Is he really Maha Zoldyck? Doesn't that mean that the old man in the comics is still alive today, more than 5,000 years old?

Is he really human?

If he said no, how could he explain the thoughts in front of him? No wonder a talented painter, Lao Bai, appeared from the weak sea in the South China Sea. It turned out to be his own memoir.

Morgans could guess why the other party was looking for him. This was easy to explain. After all, he was the king of newspapers in the world. He could get more fame by writing something in the newspaper than if they went around smashing, looting and burning guns.

According to what he said now, if he really lived for more than 5,000 years, or more, then why did he appear now? Is there something big going to happen during this period of time? Or does he want to start a big event?

The more Morgans thought about it, the more excited he became, and his body couldn't stop shaking. As the king of newspapers, he had always been the target of the World Government or the target of its recruitment.

But he never accepted it. Why? Wasn't it just to be able to speak the truth without restraint? He enjoyed the economic income and the excitement of being chased by the navy and pirates.

And now, he has an opportunity to bring this enjoyment to a climax.