Traveling through One Piece, Chen Mo awakened two heaven-defying talents.
The universe in the sleeves accommodates all things - devil fruits are used as fruit seeds, the enemy's ultimate moves are used as cannonballs, the entire warship can be closed at will, and the space is expanding every day. It can only be bigger, not the biggest.
God rewards those who work hard, and hard work will be rewarded - others compete for blood, but he learns to cut iron with his fists; while others gamble on fruits, he uses meditation to awaken his overlord color. Swinging a knife increases one's strength, sheds a drop of sweat and strengthens one's bones. The extremely boring practice is exchanged for unreasonable crushing.
But what he wanted to collect most was never those dead things. It's the humiliating sea chart that Nami has been drawing for eight years, it's the nightmare of escape that Robin has been carrying for twenty years, it's the lifelong fear left behind by Hancock, and it's every day that Shirahoshi is trapped in a hard-shell tower without seeing the light.
From the East China Sea all the way to Mary Joa, Aaron, Lao Sha, CP9, Yonko, and even Imu all lined up to deliver it to their doorstep. Chen Mo just opened his sleeves and said lightly:
"Next."
Starts like a dog