A Brand-New World

Among the Room of Flowers deep within Pangaea Castle.

Unlike the fiercely competitive outside world, this place is tranquil and beautiful.

Outside a quiet building, fragrant flowers and colorful butterflies abound.

Hearing the faint sounds of commotion, a figure calmly turned around, pushed open the door behind him, and went inside.

Inside, the sacred and pure light and decorations make one feel as if they are in a church that can purify the soul.

On the wall hung an enormous picture frame.

The frame contains a photograph of a woman.

The man stared at it quietly.

Then, as if on a whim, she began to twirl and dance.

It was as if I was immersed in some kind of moving Melody and notes.

It was as if they were reminiscing about something.

Outside, Pangaea Castle has completely fallen... and is about to become a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

But... here, it seems that everything happening in the outside world is irrelevant to this person at this moment.

Along with this figure came... a swarm of butterflies.

For some reason, I could sense a faint sadness emanating from this person.

Imu, the true leader of the Celestial Dragons and the master who controls the Five Elders.

After a long pause, Imu stopped and said softly, "It has already told me..."

"You do not belong to this world."

Not far behind him, Oboro stood with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face.

Oboro had been quietly observing Imu for several minutes without disturbing him.

As for what the former refers to as "it," it is most likely the Will Tree.

As expected of a 'soul' that has lived for nearly a thousand years, it is actually able to sense the will of this world.

It's not that Imu's soul is particularly powerful, but as the creator of the mechanisms of this era, before the Will Tree was destroyed, the only person left who could still 'pass it on' was Imu... and this person was indeed quite perceptive.

The Will Tree can at most make Imu feel a sense of crisis and react to some kind of 'sign' that is about to happen through intuition, but it does not provide any specific information.

But this guy in front of me actually figured it out.

Oboro looked down at the wall with Lily's photo hanging below, and on the floor, there were a lot of documents and papers scattered around... Each piece of paper contained information about him.

From North Blue onwards... all the way to now.

It seems that Imu never gave up analyzing and studying him.

"Very smart."

Long praised him.

Imu raised a hand, and a butterfly fell from his fingertips.

He stared blankly, not turning around to face Long directly.

"The power you possess is something I have no idea about, and cannot even imagine..."

After a moment, Imu spoke, "Before you kill me, there is something I want you to answer for me."

Long raised an eyebrow.

Unexpectedly, Imu offered no resistance whatsoever.

It seems she's resigned to her fate...

However, resistance was indeed futile, as the difference in strength between the two was too great.

Accepting it calmly is actually the best 'choice'.

"I've lived this long not because I wanted to control this world, but because the Celestial Dragons were just going with the flow." Imu looked up, watching the butterfly on his fingertip slowly fly away. "I just... wanted to figure out one thing and, at the same time, clean up the mess that Joy Boy left behind."

Why did she betray... or rather, abandon you?

As if knowing what he was thinking, Long glanced at Lily's photo and continued.

"As expected... you know the whole truth."

Upon hearing this, Imu finally turned around and met Oboro's gaze.

"Can you tell me? Why did she ultimately choose Joy Boy... instead of me?"

"I've been waiting for her."

Although Imu spoke calmly, Oboro could sense the 'ripples' stirring in his soul.

After their eyes met for a dozen seconds, Long suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and gave a strange smile. "Do you even need to ask? Of course, she doesn't like you anymore... You deceived her, so naturally she has no obligation to keep the agreement between you."

Without waiting for Imu's reply, Oboro continued, "Have you ever looked in a mirror?"

"Look at the state you're in..."

"Even if we take a step back and say that you lied to her first... and then she dumped you, you two are just even."

There is no debt owed between you.

Are you satisfied with this answer?

"..."

Imu remained silent.

He turned to look at Lily's photo, paused, and said, "Could you please not damage this body of mine? It's very important... You've achieved the 'effect' you wanted, haven't you? From now on, you are the new master of this world..."

"That's not up to me to say."

"How they deal with you... is their business."

Long gave a cold laugh.

As soon as the words were spoken, a large number of dense shadows emerged from the entrance among the Room of Flowers outside the church.

The Hell Pirates have finally arrived.

With his back to Imu, Oboro raised his arm and made the classic 'Pistol' gesture... aiming at the back of Imu's head.

After 'admiring' Lily's face, Imu slowly closed his eyes.

Oboro raised his hand slightly, as if he were about to shoot.

However, the surrounding airflow was calm, and there were no unusual phenomena.

However, Imu's body collapsed as he moved.

The soul of this last Celestial Dragons... was shattered by Oboro.

Then, before the One Piece outside could swarm in, Oboro disappeared from the spot.

It's over.

The Final Battle that took place on the Red Line has finally come to a conclusion.

A new world has arrived...

The World Government and the Celestial Dragons... are now a thing of the past.

A few days later, Morgans used the remaining media channels to continue issuing announcements to the world using the same methods he had used in the past.

While it's called a media channel, in reality, there are no truly sound newspapers or professional organizations left in this world. In a post-apocalyptic world, the news industry lacks the fertile ground for survival. Only in times of peace and prosperity do people have the energy to care about real-time events or gossip.

The people under Morgans were all lucky survivors of the apocalypse, who had worked as journalists or editors.

Most of them joined the World News Agency, willing to eke out a living by clinging to Morgans.

Morgans also used his Devil Fruit powers to control birds to send messages across the sea.

However, right now, the whole world is 'destroyed', the population has plummeted, and everything needs to be rebuilt.

A new society, a new order, and a new civilization must be rebuilt.

Humanity, having escaped this 'apocalyptic' catastrophe, only hopes that the disaster will pass quickly and that dawn will break.

I'm no longer interested in who controls the world...

Moreover, the God Slayer would become the 'master of the world' was expected by most people.

It can be said that... as the smoke of this great war clears, there will be no more contradictions and conflicts in the world or on the sea.

So... that means peace will come into being.

In people's eyes, the God Slayer will soon follow the example of the Celestial Dragons and form a new government. Whether it's making vicious One Piece into powerful figures like the Celestial Dragons, or reorganizing the original One Piece crews into an organization like the Navy and the World Government, it doesn't matter.

People can be ruled and enslaved.

As long as there are no more deaths or injuries, that's fine...

But... as time went by little by little.

People discovered... they were wrong.

Everyone was wrong...

The God Slayer had no intention of 'controlling' the New World.

Instead, it allows the evil of this world to fester...

The new world is more chaotic and out of control!