Galan went on to say that Otohime was very kind! Too kind! In some aspects Arlong was right, but it needed to be measured! If Fish-Men were strong and beat the slavers that came after them, would there be more Fish-Man slaves?
Having an Island above water was so simple to achieve it was almost a joke that it hadn't been done yet!
It was completely irrational that Fish-Men were scared of people! Fish-Men were indeed stronger than humans and held a significant advantage!
Galan explained a simple solution, simply offering services that would help people, like starting a ferrying service to islands.
Starting a company that would deliver goods.
Selling Fish-Man Island goods to the outside world, bringing water bridges, railway tracks, etc.
However, all of the Fish-Men hide in their island like scared little sheep! This is like a lion running away from a cat! It was unbelievable.
Galan continued that Fish-Men weren't the only races that are discriminated against, going on to add with a flat face, how idiotic this racism was. He was truly disgusted with some people. Not because they were racist but because of how irrationally retarded they were.
There are people who can use Devil Fruits and have fantastic abilities, yet you're racist and scared of people who look different? Galan himself was confused, not understanding how someone could be so idiotic and not forget how to breathe during their sleep.
He commented that it was a miracle these people haven't died from their own stupidity.
[Some guy: Hey, you shouldn't say that!]
[Nico Olvia: You see how your name doesn't show up? What do you think that means, retard! Get the fuck outta here! Could the World Government be so powerful if idiots like you didn't exist?!]
[Holy Keisha: It's really amazing. These creatures have less intelligence than inanimate objects and yet they survive! How is it possible?]
[Dr. Manhattan: I believe it is modern society… During the Nomadic age, idiotic stunts would result in death but as time progressed they moved less and stupidity thrived. A classic example is a group going to poke a lion and see what happens, but after they would poke a lion in a cage and be protected by society rules.]
[Holy Keisha: Interesting!]
Everyone of the normal people watching felt their faces turn ugly.
Galan still didn't understand, could it be that they really were just lucky to survive each night?
The screen went on
After chastising Jinbe, he sent him away. He walked out and Jinbe left quickly, Olvia took off her clothes, commenting about how hot it was here. Galan looked at her bare chest before rolling his eyes and ignoring her…
Although she was very beautiful and all, he had more important things to do and didn't want her to have an accident…
The scene changed
Time started flying by fast.
Luffy accepted the Warlord status before arriving at Sabaody where he met a Celestial Dragon and started fighting before they were all wiped out by Borsalino and died.
Galan couldn't do anything about this and his SWORD division took down Linlin, a pirate alliance took down Kaido before being destroyed by Shanks.
Whitebeard and Shanks allied themselves with Dragon and Galan and went to war with the World Government. Galan was the last one left after 3 days of fighting.
All the Elders were dead at his feet along with everyone else, only Galan standing in a field of blood and corpses.
However, a man walked over from the Palace with Olvia in his hands. He mocked Galan before tearing her clothes off and smashing down Galan, forcing him to watch as he had his way with her, laughing evilly.
Olvia reached out and asked Galan for help as she overlapped with his mother and he turned into a child again, flashing in between the two as the way they were killed was the exact same.
The man laughed at him and said that they were going to rebuild the world together whether he liked it or not.
The Man lifted Galan up as flames and ashes scattered around them.
[Tony Stark: ????]
[Aizen: Shush, mortal. This should be…]
The screen showed Galan waking up in a cold sweat, looking at his shaking hands.
Everyone was silent…
What kind of nightmare was this… holy shit!
They were almost scared to death!
Galan got out of bed as he hyperventilated. He turned his head and looked at Olvia sleeping next to him with drool coming from her mouth. She laughed dumbly and Galan walked out of the room in silence.
He went down the stairs quickly and his hands were shaking as he took out whiskey bottles from the cupboard, his face expressionless as always.
He walked out like a zombie and passed the chairs, collapsing onto the sand.
Galan closed his eyes and didn't want to look at the screen, but Olvia was staring at the screen with a parted mouth, tears flowing down her cheeks. All her attention on the figure in the sand.
Even as he drank, cried, screamed, and smashed on the sand, venting his fears and emotions out.
She couldn't look away, all she could feel was a terrible sadness.
Everyone else watched this in silence.
Galan smashed his fists on the ground and cried loudly, throwing the Whiskey Bottle at the sea, the bottle disappearing in an instant, who knows where it went.
He looked at the sea in a daze, before smashing his forehead into the sand and punching down.
Words lifted from his head.
Everything was his fault! It's always his fault!
Everything he cared for always collapsed!
Everything he loved turned to ashes!
Every time!
It would be better if he just didn't exist!
Just jump into the sea and disappear…
Nobody would miss you!
Their lives are ruined because of you!
You're cursed!
However!
White arms appeared and hugged him, making him freeze. Olvia whispered gently, "It's okay… I'm here now…" she pulled him up and kissed his head with closed eyes, getting on her knees and hugging him from behind, tears dripped from his eyes as his shaking hands touched her gentle fingers.
She intertwined her fingers with his and hummed "I'm not going anywhere…" before humming a wordless song.
The nightmares in Galan's eyes disappeared like smoke and he looked out at the sunrise, his face covered with sparkling tears, but completely blank.
Olvia was still humming in a daze, but she fell asleep… He picked her up and dusted the sand off her gently before walking back to the house. He put her in bed and kissed her forehead before leaving again.
He looked at the sunrise and clenched his fists.
He wouldn't let her know. He didn't need anyone to know. He would lock his feelings away because when he died nobody would be affected that way…
They could curse him, kick his corpse, spit on his grave, scatter his ashes, he didn't care at all!
As long as they were safe, nothing else mattered at all!
Complete silence in all universes.