Imu pondered for a mont, the ancient mind working rapidly to consider what conditions would be appropriate to offer this monster. After all, Imu was the absolute King of the World. Though they couldn't confidently deal with York right this second, it didn't an they were truly afraid of him in the long term.
A mont later, Imu spoke through Gunko in a deep, echoing voice. "I will no longer target your family or your Empire. In return, you must not actively launch an attack on Mary Geoise."
"That's quite a show of sincerity," York said, looking at the possessed woman. He smiled coldly. "And? Is that all?"
Imu calmly retorted, "Isn't that enough?!"
"Of course not!!"
York replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Instantly, his appearance rapidly shifted. His pure white, blazing fla hair quickly reverted to its normal jet-black color, and the pure black fla ribbons swirling behind him inverted, dyed a blinding, sacred white.
Taking absolute advantage of the mont when Gunko—still possessed by Imu—had one arm firmly caught in his grip and hadn't managed to break free, York unleashed the absolute maximum output of his Awakening's 'Happy Mode'. The overwhelming Power of Joy instantly surged into the vessel.
"York!!"
Gunko's body trembled violently, and Imu's voice beca suppressed and incredibly angry. "Don't push your luck—"
York didn't give the 'God' a chance to finish speaking. He pulled Gunko flush against his chest and directly sealed her lips with his own.
Imu's concentric-circle pupils instinctively contracted in sheer, unadulterated horror. They truly hadn't expected York to have the sheer, blasphemous audacity to harbor such violating thoughts toward the King of the World.
That incident at God Valley could still be attributed to York's unpredictable madness in a desperate mont, and Imu had indeed been caught off guard due to carelessness back then. But now, this mortal was intentionally using the exact sa psychological warfare again! Could it be that he really perceived Imu as nothing more than a conquerable woman?!
Far away in the Holy Land of Mary Geoise, Imu's true body instinctively shivered. A sudden urge to gag overwheld them, but in the next instant...
The absolute, mind-lting pleasure from York's Devil Fruit ability—transmitted directly to the main body through the psychic tether connecting them to Gunko—froze the retching motion entirely. Imu lost all strength and collapsed backward into the lush flowers of the garden.
"Yo... YORK!!!"
Imu let out a gender-ambiguous roar of sheer, apocalyptic anger among the flowers. However, just like before, before their anger could even be fully unleashed, a new developnt occurred on Hachinosu.
RIIIP!!
Gunko's physical body had completely regenerated under the influence of Imu's immortal ability, but York ruthlessly waved his large hand, directly tearing away the fabric of Gunko's top that had recovered alongside her body.
"Mm-hnn!!"
Imu, sitting paralyzed in the Room of Flowers, let out another forcefully muffled groan. Through the psychic connection with Gunko, Imu finally felt the phantom sensation that they feared the most.
At this mont, the King of the World felt utterly, profoundly humiliated. Imu dared not continue to maintain the connection with the vessel. If they did, even if the main body in the Holy Land had absolutely no physical contact with York, it would still constitute the psychological reality of being indirectly dominated by a pirate.
In a panic, Imu forcefully severed the psychic connection with Gunko.
With the violent snapping of that ntal tether, the terrifying, humiliating touch that made Imu so uncomfortable instantly vanished. For a split second, Imu absurdly felt a lingering hint of physical loss from the severed euphoria.
But then, in the very next instant, a massive, suffocating wave of rage and humiliation drowned the ancient ruler's heart.
Imu tried to stand up, but their legs were weak and trembling from York's residual ability, completely unable to support their weight.
"AHHHHHHHH—!!!"
The continuous, blasphemous blows of humiliation finally broke Imu's composure. The King of the World let out an angry, deranged, sharp scream that echoed violently among the blooming flowers.
Fortunately, the soundproofing of the Room of Flowers was absolute, and the shouts could not be heard by the outside world. However, the apocalyptic wave of Supre King (Haoshoku) Haki that erupted alongside the angry scream could not be contained. It instantly blasted outward, covering the entire Holy Land of Mary Geoise.
Countless Celestial Dragons fainted on the spot, their eyes rolling to the backs of their heads as they foad at the mouth. Thousands of slaves collapsed simultaneously.
Only a few exceptionally strong elites, whose strength reached the absolute pinnacle of the World Governnt, barely managed to maintain their consciousness.
Deep within the execution grounds, Saint Garling Figarland—the Supre Commander of the God's Knights—dropped heavily to one knee, driving his sword into the ground just to keep from being flattened by the atmospheric pressure.
'Lord Imu...' Garling gasped, an unnamable, primal fear surging in his eyes as he looked toward Pangaea Castle. 'What in the world... could possibly make you this angry?!'
York, of course, was unaware of the absolute turmoil he had just caused in Mary Geoise, but he could more or less guess Imu's current, fractured state of mind.
If it were him, he would definitely rush out of the Holy Land imdiately, disregard all geopolitical concerns, and co to Hachinosu to personally kill the offender. Therefore, in order to personally verify whether Imu's main body was as impulsive as he suspected, York did not leave Pirate Island.
He churned up a massive section of seawater to rapidly cool a patch of bubbling magma. Standing on this freshly ford obsidian clearing, holding the unconscious Gunko in his arms, York waited patiently.
One full day passed. Imu never ca.
Gunko groggily woke up. Looking at the handso, terrifying face of the man so close to her, her mories violently revived. Just as she was about to struggle, her body suddenly trembled as York's residual Haki washed over her, and she went completely limp.
York smiled. He gently laid Gunko down on the cooled stone. Using his 6,000-degree flas, he instantly lted and fused so silica sand into a few crude, flat pieces of glass.
He tapped the makeshift mirror. "Stussy, can you hear ?"
After broadcasting into the void for about ten minutes, Stussy finally located the coordinates of these newly created mirrors from within the Mirror World.
"York?! You're alive?!"
The usually composed woman's voice was full of sheer surprise, faintly carrying a heavy, trembling sob.
York gave a wry smile. He didn't explain the apocalyptic clash with the Gods, simply replying, "I won."
"Wahhh!"
Emotions that had been ruthlessly suppressed for days finally broke through the dam. Stussy burst into tears, her body uncontrollably rushing out of the crude mirror on the obsidian floor.
She threw herself onto York's broad chest, tears streaming down her face.
"York! You're alive! Thank god you're alive!!" Stussy sobbed, gripping his coat tightly. "Kaido ca back and said that you stayed behind alone to cover the retreat against the Five Elders! Do you know how worried we were?! We were terrified that you would die just like Rocks did!!"
Listening to the woman's desperate complaints, York's cold gaze gradually softened. He gently wrapped his arms around her, patting her back.
"It's alright. Everything is over. I won in the end."
After a long period of comforting, Stussy finally stopped crying. She wiped her eyes, glanced briefly at the captive Gunko lying not far away, and then turned to gaze deeply into York's eyes. Without a single wasted word, she pulled his collar down and kissed him fiercely.
York wasted no words either, responding with ardent, possessive heat.
Gloriosa and Shakky, who had just been notified that York's signal was found, saw this scene through the glass. Both exclaid that Stussy had sneakily taken the first reunion, and imdiately stepped out of the mirror as well to claim their Emperor.
Seeing that even more of his crew were about to gather at the glass to check on him, York—not wanting his private reunion observed by his subordinates—directly flared his flas, lting the crude mirrors into slag and severing the connection.
Far away in the Crimson Empire, Kaido stood in front of the primary mirror. Watching the glass suddenly ignite and lt without warning, the massive Oni imdiately stretched out his large arm, blocking Dragon and Ivankov from trying to find another connection.
"Everyone stop," Kaido grunted, crossing his arms. "Our Captain is probably enjoying himself with his ladies right now. Let's not be tactless and disturb him."
Hearing this, Dragon, Ivankov, Dr. Vegapunk, and the rest of the cadres all simultaneously breathed a massive sigh of relief. They imdiately began to call out orders, telling the anxious soldiers to return to their posts, proudly announcing that the Emperor was perfectly fine and would return soon.
Several days later.
Stussy opened a new passage connecting to the Mirror World, and York officially returned to the capital, leading the three won and carrying the captive Gunko.
Seeing York completely unhard, the three wives radiating happiness, and the forr shrine maiden limping behind them in customized seastone cuffs, the crew erupted in thunderous, world-shaking cheers.
"VICTORY!!!"
A massive, delayed victory feast began, and the entire Crimson Empire entered a sea of absolute joy.
This battle was not rely about York eliminating Ochoku and delivering a fatal blow to the World Governnt's Warlord plan. It was far more significant: York had directly defeated an avatar of the World's hidden King.
This ant that the Crimson Harvest Pirates had definitively surpassed the forr Rocks Pirates! Even if their overall fleet numbers were currently inferior to the old Rocks armada, as long as York was leading them, they would never suffer the kind of catastrophic collapse that dood God Valley.
Furthermore, this apocalyptic victory ant that the Crimson Empire had officially, undeniably established itself on the global stage. Every country, every Emperor, and every Marine base—whether willing or not—had to officially recognize the sovereignty of the Crimson Empire! Otherwise, York wouldn't mind letting them experience the true cruelty of solar annihilation.
Amidst this national jubilation, Gunko, acting like a hollow marionette, was dressed in a lavish lady's gown and forced to attend the royal banquet as York's "fourth wife."
Looking at this unfamiliar, chaotic pirate scene, Gunko felt incredibly disillusioned. Just a few days ago, she was the highest-ranking divine servant by Imu's side, untouchable by the mortal world. Yet, after just one battle, she had beco a prisoner of war, forced to sit at the right hand of a pirate Emperor.
She didn't really care much about the political optics. What she truly cared about was that her vessel had been thoroughly defiled by a pirate, and by direct psychic extension, Imu had also been forced to suffer that unimaginable humiliation.
But she was completely unable to resist York. The terrifying, branded imprint of his Haki and ability on her body gave her a second master, besides Imu, whom her physical nervous system had to obey unconditionally.
At night, the banquet finally ended. York, as expected, strode into Gunko's private quarters.
Gunko sat on the edge of the bed, looking at York silently. Everything else needed no words.
The next day.
Gunko lay in York's arms, staring blankly at the ceiling. But this ti, she finally broke her silence.
"Does doing such things... truly give you a great sense of accomplishnt?"
"Of course!" York spoke frankly, resting a heavy arm across her waist. "You are Imu's most compatible avatar. Conquering you is tactically considered conquering a fraction of them! For any ambitious man in the world, how can physically dominating the proxy of the World's King not be considered a great achievent?"
Gunko looked at York calmly, her eyes devoid of light.
"Imu is not a woman."
"Oh?" York retorted, amused. "Then is the King of the World a man?"
Gunko remained strictly silent, unwilling to answer the loaded question.
York grinned wickedly, shifting his weight to press Gunko firmly beneath him.
"I've thought about it," York whispered. "I'm guessing Imu currently resides in an immortal female body, but possesses an ancient male soul. Right?"
Gunko's pupils, which had been as dead and calm as water, instantly contracted in sheer terror. She instinctively wanted to shout, 'How do you know this ancient secret?!'
But the words caught in her throat. She reacted just in ti and, with imnse willpower, tightly clamped her mouth shut, refusing to utter a single syllable.
However, her visceral, terrified reaction had already indirectly confird York's bold conjecture. At least, that's what he believed.
"So... what of it?!" York leaned down, whispering sadistically into Gunko's ear. "There are plenty of n who relish that kind of twisted dynamic. A divine female body housing a male soul will only excite my conqueror's drive even more!!"
Gunko suddenly snapped her head to the side, her beautiful eyes wide and round with disbelief.
"You... you absolute pervert!!"
"HAHAHAHAHA!!"
York laughed uproariously, the sound chilling her to the bone. His eyes darkened with absolute, terrifying malice.
"Imu and I have an irreconcilable grudge of patricide and matricide!!" York growled, his voice dropping into a lethal register. "Simply killing that ancient ghost would be far too easy an exit for them!! I want Imu to feel the absolute utmost humiliation! I want them to deeply regret the day they ever provoked Atlas D. York! To regret the day they ordered the death of my parents!!"
With that dark vow hanging in the air, York said no more, completely sealing Gunko's lips once again.
York sealed Gunko's lips in a brutal, claiming kiss, his tongue forcing its way past her teeth to tangle with hers. She tried to turn her head away, but his hand gripped her jaw, holding her in place as he devoured her mouth. The residual Haki brand on her body flared hot, forcing her limbs to obey even as her mind scread in defiance. Her hands, traitors under his control, rose to clutch at his coat instead of pushing him away.
He broke the kiss with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting their lips. Gunko's chest heaved, her eyes wide with humiliated fury. York's wicked grin only widened. "Still so defiant. Good. It makes breaking you sweeter."
With one swift motion, he ripped open the front of her lavish gown, the expensive fabric tearing like paper under his superhuman strength. Her full, pale breasts spilled free, nipples already pebbled from the lingering effects of his Joy-Joy fruit power. He pald one roughly, squeezing the soft flesh while his thumb flicked the stiff peak. Gunko bit back a moan, but her body arched into his touch.
"York… you bastard—" she hissed.
He silenced her by latching his mouth onto her other nipple, sucking hard while his teeth grazed the sensitive bud. His free hand shoved the remains of her dress down her hips, fingers imdiately diving between her thighs. She was already shafully wet. Two thick fingers pushed inside her without warning, curling to stroke that spongy spot that made her hips jerk.
"Ah—! Nngh!" Gunko's head fell back against the pillows, her thighs trembling as he pumped his fingers in and out of her slick heat. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room.
York lifted his head, lips glistening. "Look at you. Imu's precious vessel, dripping for a pirate." He added a third finger, stretching her, scissoring relentlessly while his palm ground against her swollen clit. Her walls clenched around him, betraying her.
He withdrew his fingers suddenly, making her whimper at the emptiness. York stood just long enough to strip off his own clothes, revealing his powerfully muscled body and his massive, throbbing cock—thick, veined, and already leaking precum. Gunko's eyes widened despite herself.
He climbed back over her, hooking her legs over his shoulders and folding her in half. The blunt head of his cock pressed against her entrance, then slamd in to the hilt in one powerful thrust.
"Fuuuuck—!" Gunko cried out, her pussy stretched painfully wide around his girth. Tears pricked her eyes as he bottod out, his heavy balls resting against her ass.
York groaned in pleasure, hips snapping forward in a brutal rhythm. The bed creaked violently under each punishing thrust. "So tight… even after I fucked you last night. Your body knows its new master."
He pounded into her rcilessly, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing. Each deep stroke dragged against her g-spot, sending unwanted jolts of ecstasy through her. Gunko's hands fisted the sheets, her moans growing louder and more broken despite her clenched teeth.
York leaned down, biting her neck hard enough to leave a mark as he rutted into her. "Scream for . Let the whole palace hear how Imu's favorite whore sounds when she cums on pirate cock."
He shifted angles, grinding deep and relentless. Gunko's back arched sharply as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy spasd violently around him, squirting slick fluids over his shaft and thighs as she wailed in shaful release.
York didn't stop. He fucked her straight through it, chasing his own pleasure with savage strokes. "That's it… milk ."
With a guttural growl, he buried himself to the root and ca hard, flooding her womb with thick, hot ropes of cum. He kept thrusting through his climax, pushing his seed deeper until it leaked out around his cock.
Panting, York finally pulled out, watching his cum drip from her abused, fluttering pussy. Gunko lay boneless beneath him, eyes glazed, body still twitching with aftershocks.
He smirked, running a finger through the ss and pushing it back inside her. "We're not done tonight. Not even close."
York flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and sank into her again in one smooth thrust, ready for round two.
While York was consolidating his Empire and enjoying his ti with his ladies, the outside world was already in a state of absolute, apocalyptic geopolitical turmoil.
The great pirate Ochoku, who had dominated the Underworld of the New World, had just proudly accepted the title of Warlord of the Sea. Less than a month later, he was brutally assassinated by York, a fellow forr mber of the Rocks Pirates.
Even the legendary Pirate Island Hachinosu had been completely decimated, its iconic skull mountain erased and the town turned into a purgatory of bubbling magma.
This ruthless, overwhelming suppression sent terrifying shockwaves throughout the entire pirate world.
Almost all high-tier pirates who had secretly been tempted by the World Governnt's offer of immunity instantly abandoned the idea. The notion spread like wildfire: Anyone who dares to beco a dog of the World Governnt will face absolute, imdiate annihilation from the remnants of the Rocks Pirates!
Floating high above the clouds on his flying island, Golden Lion Shiki sat on his throne, looking at the freshly printed newspaper. A vicious, admiring glint flashed in his eyes.
"That kid York... he's really gone and done sothing massive!!" Shiki laughed, taking a puff of his cigar. "But Ochoku deserved to be butchered for his cowardice at God Valley. It's just a sha I didn't have the ti to deal with him myself. Otherwise... Hmph!"
Then, Shiki read the Marine propaganda on the back of the newspaper, claiming the Warlord system would eradicate the Emperor threat. He let out a cold, mocking laugh.
"Jihahahaha! Trying to flatter yourselves while plotting our doom? You think I'm afraid of so lapdogs?! No! I'll do exactly as you wish!"
Golden Lion Shiki threw the newspaper down and roared at his massive armada.
"Spread the word to the seas! Tell them that if anyone dares to join the Seven Warlords and beco a dog of the World Governnt... I, Golden Lion Shiki, will be the absolute first to drop an island on their heads!"
Coincidentally, Charlotte Linlin also released a nearly identical, terrifying public announcent from Totto Land.
After all, she had made quite a legendary appearance during this recent conflict.
While York and Kaido were battling Imu and the Five Elders on Hachinosu, Fleet Admiral Sengoku had simultaneously led Vice Admiral Tsuru to launch a Buster-Call-level raid on York's ho base in the Crimson Empire—exactly as Dragon had predicted.
In that defense battle, Charlotte Linlin had honored her alliance. She directly confronted Sengoku the Buddha. Although she didn't outright win the war, the Queen of Totto Land fought the Fleet Admiral to a brutal, bloody draw, forcing the Marines to retreat.
This clash instantly dispelled all lingering doubts about her strength throughout the world. She used this victory to officially establish her absolute authority as a reigning Emperor. Even the newly ford Totto Land, which had previously been coveted by opportunistic pirates, gained an aura of untouchable dread. At least passing pirate armadas no longer dared to cause an ounce of trouble in her candy-coated territory.
On the other side of the New World, although Edward Newgate—Whitebeard—did not issue a public announcent, he let his actions speak for him. The very day after York assassinated Ochoku, Whitebeard personally triggered a massive earthquake that completely swallowed a notorious Pirate Crew that was secretly negotiating a Warlord contract with Cipher Pol.
The unspoken, terrifying understanding reached among the surviving remnants of the Rocks Pirates once again reminded the entire world of that once-glorious, nightmarish armada.
Reading the bloody headlines, everyone in the world who rembered the dark history could only sigh with profound emotion.
Rocks D. Xebec... he truly was the terrifying legend of an era. And his monsters were now ruling the world.
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