Cheng Wan, who was in his thirties, died of a sudden cardiac death due to stress and fatigue, and his soul traveled to the world of One Piece when Rocks was dominant. There were no golden fingers, only hands. What will his choice be, and what will be the price for him standing behind the shadow of the Age of Discovery? Price is the shadow of choice, the stitch on the bright side, and the silent weight on the scale of fate. There is no tower that rises out of thin air, and there is no arrival without payment. When you gaze upon what you desire, gaze upon its shadow: that is the complete truth.
