《One Piece: Magma of Absolute》Chapter 50: The Truth of the Void Century

The relentless march of time had claimed even the books here—turning knowledge itself to dust.

Staring at the brittle remains in his hand, Sakazuki quietly set the ashen book aside. He didn't rush. One by one, he checked every volume, but in the end, nothing survived. Not a single intact book remained—just a carpet of paper scraps across the floor.

Time… Sakazuki let out a long sigh.

He moved on to the next room, which clearly felt like a private retreat built by the ruins' final owner. It was cramped, like a hidden basement, with no wasted space. The study they'd just searched had only a desk and chair; the mural chamber was even barer.

Karol lingered in that first stone room, still admiring the ancient murals. Enel trailed close behind Sakazuki, his eyes wide with curiosity.

The next two rooms offered little: one held a few tools, the other some gold ornaments. But the fourth room was different. Its door was larger, more ornate than the rest.

Creak!

Rust protested as Sakazuki pushed the heavy door open.

A grand bedroom unfolded before them. To the left stood a three-meter table, atop which rested a two-meter-long warship model. On the right, a once-luxurious bed had collapsed, and shell decorations hung from the walls. Directly ahead—a desk, a lone chair, and… a skeleton slumped over, one hand still clutching a pen.

Sakazuki ignored the skeleton for now and made his way to the model. The massive ship was forged of gold, set on a matching base. Two ancient characters were carved into the pedestal—though the script was archaic, he could just make out the word "Maxim."

Beneath the base was a large drawer. He slid it open, and a thick stack of blueprints caught his eye.

Sakazuki's heart leapt. He carefully lifted them out—they were intact, crafted from some special material. Each sheet was numbered. The first was a rough sketch of the model itself. As he flipped through, every page detailed a different component, its assembly, and placement. Even without engineering expertise, with enough labor, these blueprints alone could build a warship.

The final page held no parts—just a drawing: the colossal Maxim warship soaring through the sky, casting its shadow over an island below. From its top, endless black energy poured upward, merging with the pitch-black heavens. Lightning arced between sky and earth, and a black thunderball, larger than the island itself, crashed downward.

Just looking at it, you could guess the island's fate. The warship's power was clear.

One shot—an island erased.

Sakazuki carefully organized the blueprints and set them on the floor. He lifted the Maxim model and placed it alongside, leaving only the golden base on the table. Placing his hand atop the pedestal, his arm transformed into searing magma, engulfing the gold. With a pull, he shaped a meter-long golden briefcase, setting it on the table to cool.

He approached the desk facing the room's entrance. The skeleton had died writing—most of the page before him was stained black, as if he'd collapsed mid-sentence, blood soaking the paper.

Gently, Sakazuki slid the notebook from beneath the bony hand. Miraculously, it didn't crumble. He began to read.

"Fate? 800 years later? Utter nonsense!!!

One word about fate, and an entire kingdom is lost.

Handed over willingly!!!

Incomprehensible! Incomprehensible!! Incomprehensible!!!

Fools!!!

Damn that Joy Boy…

…

…I hate this!!!"

Most of the page was blotted out by a black stain, leaving only these furious words.

Sakazuki fell silent, pondering: Joy Boy, fate, 800 years, the Great Kingdom…

Following fate, huh? Ridiculous indeed.

He flipped back. This wasn't a daily journal, but a collection of memories—entries penned at turning points in the owner's life. There weren't many pages.

The first, scrawled in a child's hand:

"Today, Father told me our tribe's history. We were once glorious.

Infinite Vearth, the power to give life to mechanical dolls, and that enormous super warship.

Were our ancestors gods?

I'm a descendant of gods!!!

Heh, I've decided—one day, I'll build a flying super warship and travel to the land of infinite Vearth.

So, today's goal: master energy conversion!!!"

The second page, neater now:

"Today I met another tribe Father spoke of.

They have these weird antennae on their heads—are they hair, or something else?

They say there are four tribes, but two have gone far away to the Blue Sea.

I wish I could meet them."

By the third page, the writing was confident:

"Our ancestors' wisdom is incredible. Even after years of study, it feels endless.

Now I know why they migrated.

The living dolls and the super warship—both devoured resources.

No wonder the moon's surface has those giant craters. Maybe the inside's been hollowed out.

I want to design a warship that doesn't need so much.

But Sky Island's resources are too few.

So… off to the Blue Sea!!!"

The fourth entry, sharp and mature:

"Fifteen years have passed before I knew it.

In my travels through the Blue Sea, I found materials—and met those other tribes.

A city of gold—imagine how many warships I could build!

And that Great Kingdom, where all races live in peace.

It's beautiful.

There's a fruit here that grants superpowers—the Blue Sea folk call them Devil Fruits.

At my good friend Joy Boy's place, I saw the Devil Fruit Encyclopedia.

It gave me my next goal.

The Rumble-Rumble Fruit—unlimited energy!

Too bad I already ate a Devil Fruit. So now, I'll figure out how to make objects eat them instead."

The fifth page, mature but frantic:

"After countless experiments, I've had some success with Devil Fruits.

But the key eludes me. Still, I'm close.

What troubles me most is Joy Boy's Great Kingdom.

It's growing too fast. I have a bad feeling—his ideas are too advanced. He'll become the world's enemy.

What should I do…"

The sixth page, written deep and angry:

"I've given up.

How was I friends with this fool for over thirty years?

Always talking about fate.

That giant, careless smile—now I can't stand it.

The world's nations are turning against us.

I need to prepare. If I can't save this, I need a way out."

The seventh page was the one he'd read first.

Closing the notebook, Sakazuki felt he'd glimpsed a piece of the world's truth. He couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the author. Carefree… always talking about fate… The last two pages radiated a bitter, frustrated love for a friend who could never change.

At that moment, Enel's childish voice rang out:

"Hey, mister, there's a box here!"

Sakazuki walked over and flicked him on the forehead.

He reached beneath the collapsed bed, pulling out a square box wedged under the boards.

Enel rubbed his forehead, yelping, "What was that for?!"

Sakazuki's voice was lazy: "Do I really look that old?"

Enel glared, still holding his head. "Hmph! Old man! Old man!!"

Sakazuki raised his hand as if to flick him again. Enel scrambled away, making Sakazuki smirk, which only made the boy scowl harder.

Sakazuki opened the box.

Inside was a bizarre fruit: blue and round, traced with lightning patterns, with lightning-bolt stems at both ends. Its skin was covered in tiny, spiraling thunderbolts—almost like a dragon fruit.

The signs were unmistakable. Sakazuki understood at a glance—Rumble-Rumble Fruit.

Enel craned his neck, trying to see inside the box. He wasn't tall enough. Finally, he couldn't hold back and blurted, "Old man, what's that?"

Sakazuki pulled out the Rumble-Rumble Fruit and casually tossed it into Enel's arms. "It's a Logia-type—Rumble-Rumble Fruit. Eat it, and you can become lightning itself."

Enel hugged the fruit tight, suddenly nervous. He didn't know what "Logia" or "Rumble-Rumble Fruit" meant, but "become lightning" was clear enough. Such a precious thing—he squeezed it even tighter, terrified he'd drop it.

Sakazuki couldn't help but laugh. "Why so tense?"

Of course Enel was tense! He snapped, "Take it back! This thing's way too valuable!"

Sakazuki shrugged. "Wanna eat it? You found it, so it's yours."

Enel froze. "For… me?"

Sakazuki nodded. Enel stood there, stunned, thinking it over. Then he took off running, dashing straight for the mural chamber.

Sakazuki kept searching the room for anything else useful.

—

In the mural chamber, the ball of magma still glowed, bathing the room in warm light.

Karol, still absorbed in the murals, sensed Enel rushing in. He turned. "What's up, Enel?"

Enel held out the Rumble-Rumble Fruit. Karol took it, examining the lightning symbols. "Is this… the Rumble-Rumble Fruit?"

Enel nodded, a bit embarrassed. "Old man said whoever finds it gets it. It'd be wasted on me, so…"

Karol smiled, ruffling Enel's hair. He crouched down and handed the fruit back. "I don't need it. You should eat it—you'll have the power to protect yourself. Just remember, no swimming from now on."

Enel felt the warmth of that big hand on his head, dazed for a moment. It felt like a dream—like the dreams he'd had while longing for a family. This warmth was like a big brother's… or maybe a father's…

He shook his head hard, chasing away those thoughts. Looking down at the Rumble-Rumble Fruit in his hands, then up at Karol's encouraging gaze, he steeled himself—and took a big bite!

And then—!!!

A taste beyond words shot from his tongue straight to his soul, making him shudder!

He almost spat it out, but a huge hand clamped over his mouth. That massive palm pressed his cheeks, forcing him to swallow.

Enel looked up, desperate, at Karol's smiling face.

It was all an illusion! All that warmth—just a trick!

He's a demon! An absolute demon!

No—!!!

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