The Ironic Truth

At that moment, it wasn't just Lucci who was utterly shocked. Even Yaen's pupils trembled.

The Celestial Dragons were actually bodies prepared for themselves by that group of immortals?

The Descendants of God, the Celestial Dragons—a group that forbade commoners from offending them and enjoyed the most exalted and special privileges in the entire sea. Their truth was actually this?

This was...

Ironic!

What Yaen felt at that moment was an overwhelming sense of irony. The Celestial Dragons called themselves "gods," holding themselves high above everyone else and treating everyone outside their own race like pigs and dogs.

Yet they had never expected that they, too, were merely beings being raised like pigs and dogs.

Yaen took a deep breath, then controlled Lucci's body and pressed on. "How... did you find out?"

"One of the projects I'm primarily responsible for nowadays is this very thing. No matter how evasive the World Government is, how could it possibly hide it from me?"

Vegapunk spoke with indifference.

"And a few years ago, when the current CP0 commander was transferred into Flod's body, I was also asked to carry out special modifications, making Flod's body more compatible and allowing it to display greater combat power."

"So, among the Celestial Dragons currently living in Holy Land Mary Geoise, there are a whole bunch of monsters that have extended their lives for eight hundred years?" Yaen asked.

"How could that be?"

Vegapunk countered. "If the World Government had truly reached that point, I wouldn't have just gone out of my way to prevent your Bloodline Factor Sequence from falling into its hands."

After a pause, Vegapunk met Yaen's puzzled gaze and continued.

"Just as I told you, an outside soul occupying a new body will cause severe rejection. This rejection doesn't only target the soul;