Hera thought to herself, "I wonder if Kuma's wife and the person the Gold Emperor wanted to pursue are still alive. If possible, I'd really like to give them a happy ending too..."
Outside the world of the Pirate King, in a mysterious palace, Hera's inner thoughts crossed time and reached her heart: "My younger self still has such thoughts. Oh well, I'll help myself out then."
A clock appeared in her left eye, and the world of the Pirate King shifted according to her will. Because of this, the sequence of certain events changed.
Ginny, who should have been kidnapped years ago, was only recently discovered by Saint Charloss. Stella, who had long since been bought, was only now appearing in the slave market. Ginny's devil fruit also quietly changed into a Paramecia-type, the Hear-Hear Fruit.
The person sitting on the throne felt her own memories and nodded with satisfaction. A mysterious Black-haired girl suddenly appeared before her and said fiercely, "Time isn't meant to be used like that. Changing the past will cause the existences in the void to target you."
The future Hera said innocently, "I didn't directly affect myself; I just changed the fates of a few minor characters. Besides, this world doesn't have their projections, so logically they shouldn't be able to interfere."
The Black-haired girl sighed, "Forget it this time, but don't do it again. If those Old fogies find out, they'll come looking for trouble again." The future Hera nodded, "Don't worry, everyone's at the same level. I'm not afraid of them. At worst, I'll just be locked up for a while." However, the clock in her eyes still faded away.
In the distance, Doflamingo suddenly felt as if he had lost something, but he couldn't remember what. He only felt a faint sense of incongruity.
Returning to the present, Hera suddenly noticed something while shopping and stopped in her tracks. A strange fruit was displayed on the fruit stand in front of her. The golden-yellow devil fruit was covered in scales, all of which indicated its extraordinary nature.
Hera picked up the fruit and examined it closely. "Isn't this the Gold-Gold Fruit? How did it get here from Doffy's hands? Could it be?"
Hera looked around and saw no one was there. She hurriedly packed up all the fruit in the area, gave the owner a bit more money, and left the fruit stand, studying the Gold-Gold Fruit.
Hera was a bit confused. Although she had only watched One Piece once before transmigrating, she vaguely remembered that the Gold Emperor, Gild Tesoro, was an older man. Although she really wanted to help this ill-fated couple, she also knew that by this time, Stella should have died long ago. But now, the appearance of the Gold-Gold Fruit made Hera uncertain.
Hera thought about it over and over and finally reached a conclusion: "Whatever, maybe it's the butterfly effect, or maybe this is a timeline similar to the manga but not exactly the same."
Hera looked at Zafkiel and couldn't help but think, "Could it be that my future self is very strong and changed the timeline?" Then she thought, "No, I can't get cocky. What if it's not what I think? I still need to be cautious."
Hera pushed her doubts to the back of her mind. "Forget it. I just picked up a devil fruit by chance. I really am the child of destiny."
On the other side, Kuma learned that his wife had been kidnapped by the Celestial Dragons and was being taken to the Sabaody Archipelago. He was also rushing toward this location.
On the distant sea, Saint Charloss was sailing with a fleet.
A CP0 subordinate approached. "Lord, we've captured a batch of slaves. Should we bring them up now, or..."
Saint Charloss fiddled with the pistol in his hand impatiently. "Aren't we going to the Sabaody Archipelago? Buy a few Fishman slaves there and then send them all over together."
The subordinate immediately bowed and nodded, "Yes, Lord."
Someone else couldn't help but remind him, "Lord, among those captured this time are members of the Resistance. Should we not head back early?"
Saint Charloss shattered the speaker's leg with a shot and said, "Do you have an opinion on my decision? What Revolutionary Army? They're nothing more than a bunch of jumping clowns. Do they even dare to come?"
The subordinate with the shattered knee knelt on the ground, enduring the pain and not daring to cry out. "Lord, I was wrong. I shouldn't have questioned your decision."
Saint Charloss looked at the subordinate kneeling lower than him, feeling a bit impatient. "Why are you still alive? Don't you know you're supposed to catch my bullet with your head when I fire?"
He then fired another shot, this time accurately hitting the subordinate's head. Only then did Saint Charloss nod with satisfaction. "Honestly, a lowly slave actually wasted two of my bullets. Someone come quickly and clean this place up. The slave's blood is about to spread to my noble shoes."
Two CP0 members immediately stepped forward and wiped the floor, fearing that their actions might displease this lord and they would follow in the footsteps of that unlucky fellow.
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