The sky wasn't blue anymore. It was a distorted, swirling tunnel of white pressure. Amine felt like his physical body was being 'Compressed' into a single line of data. There was no sound, no air, just the terrifying sensation of being 'Transported' across the Grand Line at sub-light speed.
[NOTIFICATION: SESSION REBOOTING...]
[CRITICAL ERROR: GPU Overheated – Vision at 10%.]
BOOM!
The impact wasn't a landing; it was a crater-making event. Amine slammed through a canopy of oversized, prehistoric-looking leaves before hitting the humid, mossy earth. The air was thick with the scent of wild orchids and dangerous predators.
"Ugh..." Amine groaned, his fingers digging into the dirt. His violet coat was shredded, and his Golden Stylus—or what was left of it—lay a few inches away, cold and grey.
He tried to call the System.
"Status... Report..."
[... ... ...]
[System-Core: OFFLINE.]
[Reason: Physical Trauma & Source-Code Corruption.]
Amine lay there, staring at the giant trees. For the first time since he entered this world, he felt 'Human'. No HUD, no mini-map, no power-scaling. Just a man bleeding in a jungle he didn't recognize.
Suddenly, the bushes rustled. It wasn't a beast. It was the sound of 'Precision-Steps'.
"A man?" A sharp, feminine voice echoed.
"On the sacred ground of the Kuja?" Another voice added, filled with pure venom.
Amine squinted. Through his blurred vision, he saw tall, muscular figures. They weren't just women; they were warriors. And every single one of them had a bow aimed directly at his throat, the arrows tipped with a faint, black shimmer.
[Haki-Detection: ACTIVE (Passive Battery).]
[Warning: Lethal Intent detected.]
"Wait..." Amine managed to whisper, coughing up a bit of dust. "I'm... a Scholar... I have... information..."
"The only information a man brings to this island is the scent of filth," the leader said, drawing her string. "Kill him before the Empress returns."