West Sea, Valley of the Gods.

A large number of warships have surrounded this place, the flag of the World Government fluttering in the wind, the black and blue cross symbol glaring in the sunlight.

Above the island, two towering mountains stand, their sheer cliffs sharp as if cut by a knife.

The sky is dark, with thick clouds looming, as if a torrential rain could fall at any moment; yet, in this dimness, a flash suddenly streaks across.

Space twists, and a strange light bursts forth.

Within the light screen, a massive ship slowly emerges, entirely made of black metal, its hull smooth as a mirror, yet reflecting no light, giving it an air of mystery and solemnity.

Boom!

The light screen in the sky abruptly vanishes, and with the sound of a heavy object landing, the mysterious black ship runs aground in the canyon.

Upon closer inspection, a gear-like mark is engraved on the ship's hull, indicating its ownership.

“Ahem... this time the noise is a bit too much...”

Accompanied by a cough, a figure steps out from the cabin, and the surrounding dust cannot conceal his light blue eyes.

His short pink hair looks both unique and vibrant; a pair of glasses adds a touch of scholarly air to him.

“However, this impact experiment can be considered a success; this level of impact no longer causes any effects. Now, it’s time to try another aspect.”

The corners of his mouth curve slightly upward as he pats his chest in satisfaction. With a swirl of blue light, the exoskeleton-like equipment seems to enter a new mode.

But before he can conduct the next round of experiments, he realizes some new issues; the environment here is completely different from the place where he previously docked his ship.

“Again?”

Seemingly not his first time experiencing such a thing, the man does not appear flustered. He glances at the monitor on his wrist to check his physical condition, confirming he is not dreaming, and begins to inspect the ship's equipment.

“Compass damaged, energy system partially damaged, defense system operational, supplies intact... not too bad, not as terrible as I thought.

But where is this? Bilgewater doesn’t have this... Ionia?”

The man is puzzled about where he has been sent, trying to repair the damaged compass when suddenly a shout comes from afar.

“Hey, bro, are you trying to sail away from here? Give up; that's impossible; the Navy has long surrounded the Valley of the Gods, and there's no way for ships to leave here! Haha!”

Though steep, the cliffside has several natural rock platforms, and at this moment, a rather exaggerated large face has appeared on a platform lower down.

A big-faced man is lying on the edge of the cliff waving towards him, while another person is pulling him back to prevent him from falling directly off the edge.

As the term "Valley of the Gods" enters his mind, the man also realizes something is off, such as the language being spoken here is not one he usually uses.

However, he is proficient in multiple languages, so this is not a problem.

The man's name is Sidiliel Orlan, and, unsurprisingly, he is without parents.

After struggling to pass his graduate entrance examination, he encountered a reset event just before graduation.

His soul arrived in the world of League of Legends—the continent of Valoran, in Piltover, a city that is highly developed in trade and technology.

This time, Orlan also received the double boost of the orphan buff.

In this magical continent, there are many mysteries, and one night, Orlan discovered his talent—dreams.

This was also the reason Orlan initially confirmed whether he was in a dream world.

Every night, he must enter a dream; unlike ordinary people, Orlan's dreams seem to connect to incredibly fantastical places, even exceeding the limitations of time and space in some areas.

Through countless nights, his knowledge rapidly increased, and he gradually made a name for himself in Piltover, becoming a rising star with fame rivaling that of Heimerdinger.

Heimerdinger holds a significant academic status in Piltover, and all of his achievements stem from genuine talent and learning, which is the best evaluation of a newcomer.

Previously, Orlan personally sailed to Bilgewater to acquire a batch of special materials and was planning to negotiate a new business deal. Unexpectedly, after a casual experiment during his leisure time, Orlan seemed to encounter that mysterious event again.

Even his body underwent some changes in the process, becoming significantly younger, reverting to a sixteen or seventeen-year-old appearance.

Due to his dream ability, Orlan has an exceptional memory; even after more than twenty years in Valoran, he still remembers certain previous events, including the term "Valley of the Gods."

But it is limited to significant events, such as the outcome of a certain war.

He cannot recall the specific details.

There are two people asking Orlan questions, besides the strange, big-faced man with an afro; there is also a little girl who looks quite dirty and has a target painted on her clothes.

“Don’t just stand there, bro; my goal is to survive. You don’t want to just wait to die here, do you? If so, I won’t waste my time here, haha!”

Confirming that Orlan has noticed him, the big-faced man stands up and makes a strange gesture, continuing to wait for Orlan’s response.

“First, let’s establish a question: what are your names?”

“My name is Ginny, and this is my older brother Ivankov. Is this really important? Also, bro, shouldn’t you tell us your name? Or is your name just ‘bro’?”

While asking, Ginny is still stuffing food into her mouth; the dark food does not look appetizing, yet she eats it with gusto.

“Just call me Orlan. Let’s talk more once we’re down; since your goal is to survive, you must have a plan, right?”

With a somewhat familiar name and the address of the Valley of the Gods, Orlan can already judge the current time and specific events and has completely confirmed where he is.

Compared to the original guess of the primordial land of Valoran, this place is downright terrible.

Ivankov has yet to transform into the Okama King, but his face is already quite noticeable. According to Orlan’s memory, Ivankov definitely managed to escape smoothly; otherwise, there wouldn’t be the Okama King in the future.

However, he does not intend to follow them directly; it's better to rely on oneself than to rely on others. Only he can be the most reliable; appearing here is already a variable, and placing his future in others' hands is not a wise choice.

Orlan also remembers some details about the situation in the Valley of the Gods; whether it is pirates like Rocks or Roger or the Navy like Garp, and one of the Five Elders, Saturn, nearly all of the future well-known characters can be seen here.

And they all have one thing in common: no one cares about the ordinary people on the island. If they don’t want to be erased by the World Government here, they must rely on themselves.

Orlan needs Ivankov and the others to provide some specific information about the island so he can devise his countermeasures. If he has enough time, the supplies he has on his ship can handle this situation.

The reason Ivankov approached him is simple; he knows that he and Ginny alone do not have the capability to escape, so he needs some helpers to form a fleeing team.

Whether slaves or the original residents of the Valley of the Gods, they are all prey for the Celestial Dragons, so they naturally share a common stance.

While searching for companions, they were drawn by the sounds here, and when Ivankov and Ginny arrived, they saw the black ship that had already completed the crossing process.

Using the trees and vines, Ivankov and Ginny slid down from a less steep area and arrived at the bottom of the ship where Orlan is located.

The pitch-black hull of the ship is quite different from the mainstream ships in the sea, and the metallic sheen is a rare sight.

But before they could think too much, Orlan tossed down a rope ladder from above. They exchanged glances, and one after the other, they climbed up onto the ship's deck.

However, the occasion for their formal meeting is not very friendly; as soon as their feet touch the deck, what seems like a seamless deck flips open, and two dark cannon barrels extend from within, aiming at them.

“Don’t be nervous; it’s just the automatic defense mechanism on my ship. Come on up; they won’t attack you as long as you don’t make any aggressive moves.”

Seeing Ivankov and Ginny looking bewildered, Orlan gestures for them to relax.

The seas of the Valoran continent are not peaceful, and Orlan's ship is naturally equipped with quite a bit of heavy firepower. This is also why he dares to let outsiders board his ship; in a sense, this is a way to warn strangers not to act recklessly.

The panic in Ivankov’s eyes quickly fades, replaced by a sense of delight; encountering someone with a lot of weapons in this situation is not a bad thing.

“Don’t look too much; if needed, I’ll naturally let them play their role. Now, let’s talk about the information you have.”

Orlan can see what Ivankov is thinking; he doesn’t mind some weapons as long as they are useful.

In this case, sharing some resources for the ultimate goal is not a problem.

“Let me explain; you probably don’t know this. In summary, those Celestial Dragons organize such activities every once in a while.

Disobedient slaves, or those they find displeasing, as well as the indigenous people of the selected countries, will all become their prey.

With a three-week hunting period, the entire island's population will be slaughtered clean, and the island will become a new territory of the World Government.”

Ginny recounts her intelligence; the Celestial Dragons require time to select a location and prepare for the event, and traveling to the destination also consumes time, which is precisely the time that allows Ginny and Ivankov to see some opportunities.

“The Celestial Dragons will award prizes to the winners of the event, and those prizes are the key to our escape.”

“Prizes?”

While listening to Ginny outline the plan, Orlan also rechecks the equipment on the ship. In this situation, he needs to confirm what items on the ship can be useful, preventing any accidents.

“That’s right; I am an expert in theft and espionage. Among the two prizes, one is the strongest-level Devil Fruit that can turn you into the mythical beast Azure Dragon when consumed.

The other is a Gum-Gum Fruit that can launch yourself or others to distant islands. As long as we can snatch these two fruits, we can escape using their abilities; if we are lucky, it is not impossible to get dozens more people out.”

As she speaks, Ginny gestures towards the sky as if that would boost her confidence.

“Hey, bro, this is our plan. Can the cannons on your ship be disassembled? The prizes are in the center of the island, and we can’t be unprepared for this.

We need more manpower…”

Ivankov looks over the items on Orlan's ship; everything here is novel to him, whether it’s the special materials or the ship's equipment, all of which he has never seen before.

Ginny’s actions aren’t as obvious as his, but her eyes also reveal an undeniable curiosity.

“Those weapons aren’t suitable for moving; follow me; I do have some things that can be utilized, and I’d like to share some of my thoughts with you.

Just a heads-up, don’t touch anything randomly; it would be bad if you get hurt.”

Orlan leads the two towards the direction of the cabin, and they carefully follow behind him as he said.

The previously activated automatic defense cannons still have some effect; even out of curiosity about the things on the ship, Ivankov and Ginny did not touch anything, temporarily burying their questions in their hearts.

Due to partial damage to the energy system, the cabin is somewhat dimly lit, and the unfamiliar environment makes Ginny a bit nervous, but she continues speaking:

“I sent the message out earlier, hoping that the prize can attract others. For now, that’s all; do you have anything to add?”

Ginny and Ivankov’s plan lacks specific details; after all, relying solely on the two of them, it is absolutely impossible to succeed, so they have only created a rough framework.

“First of all, it can be confirmed that ordinary ships cannot leave here, right?”

“Yeah, the warships have surrounded this place. I don’t know how strong those people are; it might be very difficult to fly away...

Your ship looks impressive, but it definitely can’t withstand that kind of firepower...”

Ivankov's face looks grim; their plan is merely finding a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation, without fundamentally changing the situation.

“Then, what do you think of this?”

Crossing a corridor, Orlan returns to his workshop and pulls out a pair of orb-like objects from a box on the table, securing them onto the table.

The surface of the orbs is not a single metallic hue but is covered in intricate golden decorations that present a precise mechanical texture, as if telling an unknown story.

As Orlan presses a switch, the orbs show some cracks, and through the gaps, a ghostly blue light can be seen glowing at the center.

Under the puzzled gazes of Ivankov and Ginny, Orlan casually picks up a screwdriver from the table and places it at one end of one of the orbs.

The next moment, with the sound of gears rotating, a brilliant blue light condenses like ripples, and the screwdriver is gradually assimilated by the light; the gears on the outer side of the other orb begin to rotate, and the port lights up at that moment.

As the blue light gathers again, the screwdriver completely appears at the opposite end of the other orb.