The entire world was in uproar.
"What the hell?! The crew of the Red-Haired Pirates got crushed?!"
"Fake news! How could the Four Emperors lose so easily?"
"Yeah, sounds like propaganda. No way they’re that weak..."
Skepticism buzzed across every island, every pub, every trading port.
Rumors flew faster than the wind.
But then—
the cara zood in.
The footage shifted.
The battered Whitebeard Pirates appeared on-screen, kneeling beside the golden altar, their heads bowed in submission.
And at that mont—
the whole world exploded into chaos.
Newspapers flew off presses faster than they could be printed.
Reporters scrambled like madn, broadcasting the impossible scenes.
At Marineford, the Navy Headquarters descended into panic.
Officers shouted over each other.
Communications lines jamd with conflicting orders.
The world they knew—
was collapsing.
Then the footage shifted again.
And what they saw next silenced even the loudest mouths.
The image zood in—
revealing Sengoku, Garp, Aokiji—
and hundreds of navy soldiers...
transford into barking, dog-headed creatures.
At the sight, Vice Admiral Tsuru slamd her hand against the table in rage.
"What the hell is going on?!
Has the entire headquarters been poisoned?!"
Just then—
a young girl in a Revolutionary Army uniform, Koala, appeared on screen holding a microphone.
She smiled sweetly and offered the mic to Sengoku himself.
"Marshal Sengoku, would you care to explain?
I think the world is dying to know—
why did the sky go dark?
Why has the world changed?"
Sengoku inhaled deeply.
His face was stone.
Slowly, he stepped forward, taking the mic in a heavy hand.
His voice, when it ca, was clear and grim:
"I am Sengoku, Fleet Admiral of the Navy."
"The darkness that engulfed the sky...
The upheaval across the seas...
It was caused by the descent of the Eternal God upon Belmont Island."
"You may think I’m lying.
You may think I’ve lost my mind."
"But behind stands the truth.
One hundred thousand navy soldiers were judged and transford—
"punished for their blind loyalty to corrupt gods."
"And yes—including Kizaru.
He, too, is now one of the fallen."
"But there is hope.
"Repentance and devotion can restore them."
Then, Sengoku handed the mic to Whitebeard.
The old pirate spoke simply, his voice like a heavy drumbeat:
"I am Edward Newgate.
The Whitebeard Pirates have been dissolved."
"All my sons, all my banners, have pledged allegiance to the Eternal God."
"From today onward—
"we serve divine justice."
The screen shifted once more.
Koala walked among the battered forms of the Red-Haired Pirates.
One by one, she turned over the defeated bodies:
Shanks, Ben Beckman, Yasopp, Lucky Roux—
Each of them bruised, bloodied, unconscious.
Proof undeniable.
Finally, the broadcast panned upward.
High above Belmont Island—
the mighty Azure Dragon descended, transforming midair into a tall, powerful human form.
It was Dragon.
He faced the cara with a faint smile.
And he spoke directly to the world:
"No doubt, the World Governnt believes this is the power of so Devil Fruit."
"You couldn’t be more wrong."
"Soon enough—you will witness the true might of our faith."
"The world has suffered too long under the rot of the Celestial Dragons.
If not for my God’s rcy,
the Holy Land itself would already be dust."
"From this day, Belmont Island is the new Holy Land.
A place for all believers—and all who love peace."
"And by the way—
the Seven Warlords system is abolished.
They, too, have been judged—
"and reduced to nothing more than barking dogs."
The screen showed the once-mighty Shichibukai—
Doflamingo, Mihawk, Boa Hancock, and others—
groveling, transford into pitiful, dog-headed creatures.
Fear filled their broken eyes.
The world watched—
and descended into total chaos.
The Navy crumbled.
The World Governnt panicked.
The New World erupted like a volcano.
The Four Emperors—their era had ended overnight.
Far away, in the isolated fortress of Mary Geoise—
a shadowed figure sat upon the Empty Throne.
Imu, the true sovereign of the world, stared at the unfolding chaos in silence.
The Five Elders knelt trembling below.
Finally, Imu spoke.
"Begin the contingency plan."
"The world must be purged."
anwhile, in the distant Wano Country—
Kaido gritted his teeth in rage.
Watching the broadcast, the beast pirate king smashed his sake gourd to pieces and roared.
His body expanded—
transforming into a massive Azure Dragon, twisting above his fortress.
"I AM the only true dragon of this world!"
"Damn the Eternal God! Damn the Revolutionary Army!"
The Three Calamities stared at him in panic.
"Brother, calm down!
You can’t just charge into that island alone!
It’s suicide!"
"Even Whitebeard surrendered!
Even Shanks fell!"
Kaido snorted, spitting steam from his nostrils.
"If you’re cowards—then get out of my sight.
I don’t need trash!"
He knew it in his bones.
If he could defeat that Azure Dragon—
if he could devour its power—
he could evolve.
He could transcend.
The sa day, the Beast Pirates set sail.
But Kaido wasn’t a fool.
Before he moved, he reached out to an old ally—
Big Mom.
"Oi, Linlin.
Let’s talk."
The world was spiraling into a new era.
An era ruled by gods—
or monsters.
Far away, deep within the forbidden halls of Mary Geoise—
Imu sat atop the Empty Throne, eyes fixed coldly on the live broadcast.
The screen reflected in those ancient, rciless pupils.
For a long mont—
the ruler of the world said nothing.
The Five Elders knelt quietly behind him, heads bowed low, not daring to speak.
Tension coiled like a serpent in the grand, silent hall.
Finally, Imu broke the stillness.
A cold, disdainful chuckle escaped his lips.
"God...?"
"Heh..."
"What a laughable fantasy.
There is no such thing.
It must be so sort of special Devil Fruit technique.
So elaborate trick."
The Five Elders exchanged cautious glances but stayed silent, awaiting orders.
The impact of the broadcast was too great.
The Navy—
the backbone of the World Governnt—
had been publicly humiliated.
Admirals reduced to beasts.
Heroes forced into submission.
The sacred image of their rule had been shattered overnight.
They had no choice.
They had to strike back.
They had to reclaim their pride.
Or the world would tear itself apart.
One of the Five Elders finally dared to ask:
"Master Imu... shall we not act imdiately?"
Imu’s gaze sharpened like a blade.
The ancient monarch leaned back upon the Empty Throne, exuding an aura of absolute authority.
"No.
Let them bark for a while longer."
"This so-called ’Eternal God’... this ’cult’...
They are nothing but insects puffed up by tricks."
"Besides—"
A thin, cruel smile curved Imu’s lips.
"I have already sent our assassins.
The true shadows of the world."
"The swords that have kept this world in check for centuries."
"They are already moving."
At these words, the Five Elders shivered involuntarily.
They knew what Imu ant.
The Secret Executors.
The nightmare agents hidden even from the eyes of the CP organizations.
The invisible blade that had erased entire civilizations from history—
without leaving a trace.
Compared to them—
the Five Elders themselves were nothing but lowly, barking dogs.
Imu’s fingers drumd lightly on the armrest.
A rhythmic, chilling sound.
"Whitebeard? Dragon? Even Karp?"
"Let them enjoy their little rebellion."
"Soon enough—they will learn that no one, not even so-called gods,
escapes the will of the True King."
In the shadows of Mary Geoise—
ancient assassins stirred from their slumber.
Their orders were simple:
Hunt.
Kill.
Erase.
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