The pirates sat and forgot, and they really believed the nine truths and one lie.

Hajrudin, a young giant harboring dreams of reviving the glory of the Giant Warrior Pirates, embarked on his journey earlier than originally planned due to the information shock brought by the Sky Curtain and the subtle changes in the world situation.

He and his four like-minded giant companions had been adventuring in the latter half of the Grand Line for some time.

With their formidable strength and the prestige of giants, they are showing signs of becoming a new giant pirate crew, though they have not yet officially raised their banner.

At this moment, they are resting in a port town on an island in the New World.

Their enormous size forced them to sit on the open ground outside the tavern, watching the broadcast from Morgans alongside other curious and fearful human patrons.

When Harald, that familiar yet unfamiliar face, appeared on the screen, the huge wooden goblet in Halding's hand was crushed to pieces with a crack.

His massive body, which had been sitting relaxed, suddenly straightened up and stood up with a bang. The force he generated almost overturned the tables and chairs next to him, startling the human audience around him into a low gasp.

"How...how could he appear?!" Halding's breathing became heavy as he stared intently at the screen, his pupils filled with disbelief.

"Absolutely impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Although his memories of his father had become blurred with the years, Harald's rugged and dignified face, especially the iconic curved horns on his head, was deeply imprinted in his mind like a branding iron.

That was the source of his bloodline, and also the object of his complex emotions—awe, estrangement, and resentment.

Hearing Harald speak the words of Ida, her name, was like a thunderclap exploding in Haldin's mind.

His deep maternal love for his birth mother, Ida, was almost the only light in his gloomy childhood.

Harald's father, who abandoned his mother and was obsessed with the so-called great cause of the nation, is still haunting his mother even after his death?

"what--!!!"

Anger, sorrow, and a kind of blasphemous rage instantly overwhelmed Halding's reason. He let out a deep roar and slammed his massive fists into the ground like heavy hammers.

Boom!

The ground trembled violently, and spiderweb-like cracks spread out from his fists, sending debris flying. The people around him screamed and scattered in terror.

"Halding, calm down!" Rhodes and Goldbagh reacted the fastest, rushing forward from the left and right, using their strong arms to hold Halding tightly, trying to suppress his violent power.

"Let me go! How dare that bastard mention Mother's name again!" Halding struggled, his eyes red.

"Haylding, listen to me..."

Rhodes pressed hard on his friend's shoulder and shouted, "That's just an image, something created by the Founding Titan using its power. Whether it's the real Harald is another matter. Even if it is, it could be some kind of illusion, a false image!"

Goldbag also hurriedly advised, "Rhodes is right. We don't understand the power of the Founding Titan, but it is controlled by a human, not one of us Titans."

"Who knows if he's using His Majesty's image and memories to fabricate something? Calm down!"

The other two giant companions also gathered around, using their bodies to block Hajrudin from making any more violent moves in his impulsiveness, while simultaneously trying to calm him down.

"Captain, let's see what Allen is up to first!"

“That’s right. It’s too dangerous to rush to Sabaody Archipelago now. It’s a battlefield between the World Government and those monsters.”

"Once this is over, we'll try to find Allen and get to the bottom of things. He's caused such a huge commotion, he'll definitely be hunted down by the World Government. We might be able to help him out then and get some answers from him."

With his companions pulling, persuading, shouting, and calming him down, Halding's violent breathing gradually subsided, but his chest was still heaving violently, and his eyes were burning with fire as he stared at the screen.

He gritted his teeth and ultimately did not try to break free from his companions' restraints. He knew they were right; acting impulsively now would be pointless.

His father, or rather, his father's phantom, those few words pierced his heart like a poisonous thorn.

Mother Ida, Haldin's heart was filled with sorrow. Harald had not fulfilled his responsibilities as a husband and father in life, and even in death, would he have to intervene in his mother's world again in this way?

Even the mere presence of his mind was an unbearable offense to Halding, who deeply loved his mother.

Meanwhile, in the waters near Alabasta in the first half of the Grand Line.

The Blue Oni Dorry and the Red Oni Brogy, whom Halding idolized, were in a somewhat awkward situation at the moment.

They left the small garden where they had lived for a hundred years, ambitiously wanting to set sail again, relive the glory of the Giant Warrior Pirates, or at least embark on a thrilling adventure.

The raft they hastily built was of very poor quality. It barely made it to the waters near Alabasta amidst the unpredictable currents and weather along the Grand Line before finally breaking apart.

The two giant heroes had no choice but to go ashore and find an oasis on the edge of the desert to rest temporarily, while also trying to find a sturdier boat.

As a result, they were quickly targeted by the remnants of the Baroque Studio.

Negotiations with those bastards quickly broke down, turning into an exchange of fists and weapons.

The henchmen and ordinary staff of the Baroque Workshop were no match for these two centenarian giants and were quickly routed.

Shortly after they drove away the people from Baroque Studio and were about to leave, they encountered members of the Black Order who had come to guard the area after hearing the news.

Leading the group was a beautiful human woman, known as the Greatsword Maiden Teresa, the Smiling One.

Even Dorry and Brogy, who had lived for a hundred years and seen countless human women, showed undisguised surprise when they saw Teresa.

In their long lives and in the eyes of the giants, this human woman's beauty was almost comparable to that of Estelle, the deceased jewel of the giants, whom they remembered.

This was the highest praise a giant could bestow upon a woman for her appearance.

Teresa seemed to have no ill intentions towards the giant; she was merely asking a routine question.

After confirming that the two giants were not enemies and posed no threat to the Black Order's activities in the area, their attitude could even be described as friendly.

Upon learning that they wanted to learn about the outside world, they were invited to go with them to a nearby temporary stronghold of the religious group to watch the broadcast.

So, Dorry and Brogy sat around the screen with a group of Black Order warriors.

When Harald appeared and they heard him mention the names Estelle and Ida, the two weathered giant heroes simultaneously displayed extremely complex expressions on their faces.

“Harald…”

Brogy stroked his thick beard, his voice low and menacing. "This troublesome fellow, can't even find peace in death?"

Donley sighed, his sharp eyes carrying a hint of heaviness: "Elbaf's scars have been reopened."

Harald's rule and death are painful memories that are not easily mentioned in the modern history of Elbaf.

His ambition, compromises, pact with Im, and complex emotional entanglements with the two female giants ultimately led to turmoil and tragedy in the kingdom.

After his death, Elbaf experienced a long period of chaos until respected elders cleaned up the mess and barely maintained basic order in the villages.

But the council of elders was ultimately just a temporary measure; a powerful kingdom of giants could not remain without a king for long.

Before his death, Harald did not explicitly designate an heir. Whether he would choose Loki, the son of his wife Estelle, or Haldin, the son of his wife Ida, was a question that hung like a sword over Elrubaf.

Dorry and Brogy exchanged a glance, both seeing the seriousness in each other's eyes.

They had no interest in the throne; that position, besides its glory, carried heavy responsibilities and constraints, and was not suitable for old men like them whose minds were filled only with battle and fine wine.

However, if the issue of succession to the throne is not handled properly, Elbaf will inevitably be thrown into turmoil again, and may even erupt into internal strife, a scene that none of the Titans who love their homeland want to see.