[Comprehensive] The God of Desire unfolds

The endless coast is covered by golden fine sand, unobstructed in the bright and dazzling sunshine.

This piece of azure blue sea reveals a rare calm, the tide has just passed, it is the most gentle and peaceful time.The seabirds flew low, and when the fish relaxed their vigilance, they quickly caught up and soared into the air.

The sky is dyed with a clear sky blue, and there is a faint line where the sea and the sky meet, and there is a connection between the water and the sky.

Living by the seaside enjoys the beauty bestowed by the sea. There is no one in the villagers who does not love the sea, and Wuka is no exception.

Taking off the little jacket that was in the way, Wuka kicked off his shoes neatly, his body drew a graceful line, and plunged directly into the blue sea water, splashing quite a bit.

The feeling of being wrapped in the warm sea water all over the body is amazing. Wuka rises and falls with the tiny waves, and every cell in the body is stretched and joyful.

After swimming in the sea for an afternoon, he landed before the tide ebbed.

The sea breeze brushed against his cheeks with gentle strength, making Wuka narrow his eyes slightly comfortably.

The wind and sunshine made the water on his body almost dry quickly, so he put on his coat again, and he ran home quickly with his shoes in one hand.

Although Aunt Milok was not his biological mother, she cared about him equally. If she didn't go back before dark, she might be worried.

Pushing the door lightly and entering, Wuka sensitively sensed that today was different.The warm feeling in the usual calm was gone, replaced by the tiredness on Milok's face and the unconcealable worry in his eyes.

Even though he is young, Wuka is much more mature than his peers.He didn't immediately ask what happened, but quickly filled two bowls of rice porridge cooked in the kitchen, and put them in front of Milok first.

When Milok raised her head, Wuka's silent reassurance and consideration made her eyes soften a little, and at the same time a little firmer.

The face that was no longer young was gentle and refreshing. She stood up and took out a large fruit from an exquisite wooden carving box and stuffed it into Wuka's hand.

Her voice was brisk and a little imperceptibly relieved. "Wuka, this is for you, eat it."

Wuka has always obeyed Milok's words. He looked at the strange fruit with unexplainable smell, but hesitated for a moment, then used a knife to peel the skin away, revealing the brightly colored fruit.

He raised his head and said habitually. "Aunt Milok, you eat first."

Milok smiled faintly, and stretched out his hand to scratch gently on the tip of Wuka's upturned nose. "Okay, eat it quickly. To be honest, this fruit should not taste good. I guess only a little guy like you can get rid of it. Just do Auntie a favor, huh?"

It turned out that Aunt Milok was afraid that it would not taste good.Wuka stuck out his tongue, blinked mischievously, cut the fruit into several pieces, and stuffed a piece into his mouth curiously.

"Hmm..." Wuka's pretty face wrinkled into a ball, no wonder Aunt Milok didn't eat it, it tasted really weird and unpalatable.

Almost holding his breath to eat all the strange fruit, Wuka picked up the rice porridge on the side and took a few mouthfuls, only to feel that his mouth was not so astringent.

Wuka, who originally wanted to claim credit, paused when he saw Milok's calm expression, and simply moved a chair to lean against Milok and sat down by the window.

The sea breeze easily blew in through the open window, pulling up a few strands of Milok's slightly curly long hair, messing up her neat hair casually and naturally.

Don't worry about it, Milok's expression has no worries at the beginning, only a faint smile hangs on the corner of his mouth.

Even though she was sitting next to him, with her hands on his shoulders, Wuka still felt that Milok's voice had a distant taste.

"Human life is limited." She said calmly, her eyes fell on the distant sea and she was slightly lost in thought. "If the wish cannot be fulfilled, then the soul cannot rest in peace."

"What is Aunt Miloque's wish?" Wuka raised his head and looked at her with bright eyes.

Milok smiled slowly after being slightly stunned. Her eyes were flickering with an unknown color, but she didn't answer immediately, but asked rhetorically. "Will you help me make it happen?"

Almost without hesitation, Wuka said without thinking. "Of course." Milok raised him like a mother.He thought the answer to this question was so obvious that there was no need to ask it.

She stretched out her hand to touch his slightly curly and fluffy hair, murmuring in a low voice.

"If something like that doesn't happen..."

Things still happen.The navy's fleet surrounded this usually peaceful island, and the whole of O'Hara was shrouded in the shadow of destruction.

The archaeologists gathered on the small island of O'Hara have offended the nervousness of the world government by studying historical texts, and all that awaits them is death.But are these excellent historians really the only ones who will die?

The ordinary residents who were sent to the ship were grateful in fear that they had escaped, and the navy representing justice would let them leave safely-they didn't know anything, they were innocent.

On the crowded deck, a woman with a calm expression stood, her hand tightly holding the shoulder of the boy in front of her.

Both she and the boy watched as the smoke rose from the island, which was about to disappear from the map forever, and they could do nothing but watch.

Wuka didn't show fear or joy like most people on board, he still had a calm and thoughtful face that ordinary people lacked.He spoke, knowing Milok was listening.

"Hey, Auntie, we can't go." The implication of not being able to go is tantamount to death.The Navy, which claims to be just, does not seem to be as bright and aboveboard as they say.I am afraid that others will know the past of the government, which means that I am unwilling to let the world accept the filth under the glamorous appearance.

Milok didn't answer, but brought up something that didn't seem to be related to this.

"Wuka, are you still willing to fulfill my wish?" After seeing the boy nodding, Milok showed a reassuring smile, and the sea breeze blowing in front of her seemed to have blown away all the wrinkles on her face. She looked very beautiful.

"My wish is to let you live. No matter what, I must live." She said firmly, but it made Wuka startled.In this situation, it's not easy to survive, and what about Milok himself?

Milok didn't seem to be worried about this, she continued to jump to topics that seemed unrelated to this. "Do you still remember the fruit I gave you? The one that was hard to eat." After speaking, her tone brought a smile, with a relaxed taste on the cloth.

Wuka seemed to understand something. He had doubted it before, but he denied his guess because he thought it was impossible.

"That is the legendary fruit, the biggest deal with the devil."

"Different from other devil fruits, the cost is only to be hated by the sea. What this most precious fruit needs is to fulfill the wish of the possessed person as the price of living."

"But the power obtained is also extraordinary. As long as the possessed person's wish is fulfilled, he can be reborn continuously."

Wuka didn't show joy. In fact, his bright black eyes fixedly looked at Milok and asked seriously. "how about you?"

Milok raised his hand and stroked his soft hair, there was no trace of regret or fear in the smile and calm on his face.

"If it wasn't for you, I would have died more than ten years ago. It wasn't the death of the body, but the death of the heart. It was you who made me find the joy of being alive again and understand what the feeling of home is. Now I have no Sorry, but you are different." Her eyes were gentle, and the warmth of her palm spread from the top of Wuka's head to every corner of her body.

"You haven't really seen this beautiful world. There are many feelings, except family love. You have never experienced it. That is the most wonderful feeling. See the scenery and human feelings in this land, experience friendship and... love."

Her eyes were clear, and the emotion Wuka didn't understand contained in that nostalgia made him look forward to exploring.

The smile at the corner of Milok's mouth calmed Wuka's mood, and he knew that Milok was really not afraid of death. "I've got everything I want in this life, and I already want to rest, but are you willing to fulfill my wish and live?"

Before the shells hit the boats where the islanders were on, Milok saw Docka nod as he wished.

When the flames rose, some naval soldiers who couldn't bear it but had to follow suit saw a woman with a contented face amidst the miserable cries. There was no pain on her face, only peace.

Death, maybe just another beginning.