Li Er:
"My Eternal Lord, I have great news!
In recent days, I’ve personally overseen the construction of twenty temples across the region.
The effects have been nothing short of miraculous!
Even my father, who had fallen gravely ill, recovered completely after only three days of ditation.
He’s full of life again!
Three entire counties have now beco sacred grounds for our faith.
I wonder how things are going for Tiandao Song Que? I hope he’s progressing just as well."
God of Eternity:
"You have done well.
Those who place their faith in shall always be rewarded."
For Peace:
"Glory to my Lord!
Since I secured the surrender of the navy admirals and the Four Emperors, more than a hundred kings have contacted , each begging to establish temples in their lands.
Their only request was that we protect them from the tyranny of the Celestial Dragons.
It’s incredible... true peace is finally within reach."
Over the past few days, countless nations had reached out to pledge their loyalty.
One by one, they abandoned the old ways and embraced the Eternal God’s banner—
their only hope for a future free from oppression.
Already, Alabasta alone had established twenty magnificent temples.
Kerla’s peacekeepers moved swiftly, quelling rebellions and stabilizing the chaos that once ruled the seas.
Whitebeard, now restored to his pri,
and even legends like Garp and Sengoku,
had all beco firm believers—
transforming the once-divided world into a domain ruled by divine order.
It wasn’t just a dream anymore.
Peace was being forged in the fires of change.
Inside the council chamber—
Kerla stood respectfully at Long’s side, a docunt in her hands.
"Master Priest," she reported,
"We’ve received a ssage from the Land of Wano.
A woman nad Kozuki Hiyori, claiming to be the princess of Wano, has requested our intervention.
She promises that if we restore peace to her nation, they will build a hundred temples in your honor!"
The na Wano made everyone’s expression harden.
After all, that territory was Kaido’s stronghold.
Moving against it ant going to war with a Four Emperor.
The room fell into a heavy silence—
until Whitebeard stood up.
"Let go!"
His deep voice rumbled through the hall.
"I knew Oden—he was my sworn brother.
I should have helped his people long ago."
The years had worn down his body once.
But now, restored by the grace of the Eternal God,
Whitebeard had returned stronger than ever—
eager to fight once more for justice.
Long nodded thoughtfully.
"You can go," he said.
"But be cautious.
Our intelligence reports that Kaido has allied with Big Mom.
You won’t be facing one monster—but two."
Whitebeard only laughed,
his booming voice full of confidence.
"Ulalalala!
Let them co!
Even before my rebirth, they couldn’t defeat .
Now, with my strength restored, they don’t stand a chance.
Marco, you’re coming too!"
Marco stepped forward, smiling.
"Of course, Pops."
Garp and Sengoku exchanged amused glances from the side.
Ever since Whitebeard regained his youth, he’d been itching for a fight—
even threatening to dig up Gol D. Roger’s grave to spar if he could.
A lunatic.
But a lovable one.
As Whitebeard set out, Long turned to Sengoku.
"You’ll handle the New World’s eastern seas.
Garp, take the west.
Divide and conquer—secure all major islands under our faith."
"Understood," Sengoku said firmly.
"In the past, the New World was a chaotic ss.
But now, with us sitting at the helm, we’ll forge a true age of peace."
Compared to the old World Governnt—
which struggled just to maintain order—
the Eternal Church’s influence was overwhelming.
Believers could reach a vice admiral’s strength in just half a month.
And after training in Haki, so even touched the threshold of an admiral.
What did the crumbling governnt have left?
Three admirals and a few exhausted veterans?
It was no contest.
This was a divine crusade.
anwhile, far across the Grand Line—
On the Thousand Sunny, the Straw Hat Pirates had been anchored for days.
They weren’t recording magnetic fields.
They weren’t chasing treasure.
They were simply... lost.
Ever since the broadcast of Shanks being crushed like a dog—
ever since the Navy’s highest officers bent their knees to the Eternal Faith—
the world had changed beyond recognition.
What was the point of being a pirate anymore?
The governnt?
Gone.
The Yonko?
Crushed.
The so-called Qibukai?
Reduced to lapdogs.
Even Luffy, once filled with dreams of freedom,
felt the suffocating weight of reality.
Maybe it wasn’t about being a pirate anymore.
Maybe... it was enough just to travel the world,
to explore, to adventure.
They didn’t need titles or bounty posters for that.
Suddenly—
a ripple of change swept through the Wanjie Chat Group.
Ding!
"New mber detected: Tanjiro Kamado has joined the Ten Thousand Worlds Chat Group."
Ding!
"New mber detected: Chu Dashan has joined the Ten Thousand Worlds Chat Group."
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