Make the World My Shape

The previous aura of evil and mania had completely vanished, replaced by a sense of extreme uprightness and tranquility.

It was as if a refined young nobleman with massive, bulging muscles stood before one's eyes.

There was a strange sense of dissonance between his physique and his temperament.

Of course, calling him a "refined young nobleman" might be an exaggeration.

But compared to the mostly bizarre-looking and eccentric characters found in the world of pirates, Zhu Mang—having just undergone a mental cleansing that stripped away all disharmony and the irritability brought on by his Saiyan bloodline—truly carried an air of serenity that could be described as tranquil, now that he was in full "model citizen" mode.

Seeing Tsuru looking deathly pale and swaying on her feet, Zhu Mang flashed to her side and steadied her.

"Tsuru..." She was an elder worthy of respect.

He and she could only be considered acquaintances; they were by no means close.

Their relationship had, at most, remained at the level of a transaction.

As for her offer to introduce him to pretty girls...

Zhu Mang had simply taken it as a joke.

He had not expected that when he was in distress, she would drag her exhausted body and disregard her own well-being to help him.

One had to understand that while Devil Fruits were powerful, they consumed a massive amount of stamina.

Even Whitebeard, with his monstrous physical talent, had seen his body riddled with holes by his own fruit ability at his age.

Awakened abilities, in particular, were not used lightly.

The consumption was simply too great.

Some might even require the sacrifice of one's life force to unleash.

Tsuru's current state was clearly the result of overusing her awakened Devil Fruit ability.

Perhaps part of the reason was that Zhu Mang's physical defense was too high.

Even though he had actively lowered his defenses and guided that energy into his body, it had still forced her to expend even more energy to achieve her purpose.

"Don't be in such a hurry to thank me; I was only doing it for my own self-preservation," Tsuru said with a forced smile. "The state you were in looked quite dangerous, you know."

"Haha, would you believe me if I said that wasn't really me?" Zhu Mang explained, feeling a bit awkward.

"We certainly cannot become people driven by demonic thoughts," Tsuru said.

"Demonic thoughts?"

"That is Sengoku's term. He said you looked as if you had been possessed by demons. He is a man who ate the Daibutsu fruit, after all."

"Haha, that does sound a bit like being possessed, but it won't happen again. I've completely digested all those things," Zhu Mang said with a bright, sunny smile.

The old woman and the young man walked through the chaotic battlefield as if no one else were there, and no one dared to stop them.

They arrived beneath the execution platform.

This was already considered the rear of the battlefield.

The pirates had not yet reached this position.

Furthermore, with the still-vigorous Garp and Sengoku standing guard, it could be considered a rare safe zone at this moment.

Zhu Mang ignored the fury practically erupting from Garp and Sengoku's eyes.

He casually used his ki to carve a flat, large stone from the nearby rubble and helped Tsuru sit down.

"Alright, you can leave me here. What a polite, handsome young man. I must introduce you to my younger sister; she loves dealing with young men like you," Tsuru said cheerfully.

"Tsuru."

Tsuru looked up and saw a resolute face, his eyes filled with peerless confidence.

"Are you satisfied with the current World Government? Do you think it's time to change the world?"

Tsuru was stunned.

"What are you trying to do?"

"I feel my past way of thinking was too lazy. In fact, there are some things I've always despised that I should have followed my heart to deal with long ago."

"You..." Tsuru's eyes widened.

She seemed to have guessed exactly what Zhu Mang was implying.

"Ah, the Summit War, the Summit War—how could it only take place in one sea, on one small island? Since it's called the 'Summit,' let those high-and-mighty Celestial Dragons join in as well! Let's have a real, unprecedented battle at that so-called 'Holy Land' hanging high in the sky!" Zhu Mang's voice did not waver in the slightest; in an instant, it was transmitted through the live-streaming Visual Den Den Mushi to every sea across the world.

"What?!! You intend to attack the Holy Land of Mary Geoise?!!" Sengoku shouted from the execution platform in shock and rage. "You lunatic, do you have any idea what kind of impact this will have on the world?"

"I don't know," Zhu Mang spread his hands. "World peace is, of course, left to you Marines. What I think, and what I can do, is to purge the things I've always found disgusting from this world!"

As for the existence of the Celestial Dragons, surely few people liked them.

These individuals who claimed to be high above everyone else were, in reality, committing every evil deed imaginable behind the scenes.

No.

Many of their actions could not even be called "behind the scenes" anymore!

They viewed all humans who were not Celestial Dragons, as well as all other races, as mere untouchables, killing them for amusement on a whim. They even once held so-called "Indigenous Slaughter Tournaments" all across the world.

They would randomly select a non-World Government affiliated nation from somewhere in the world, blockade it, and hold a competition where participants earned points by killing the inhabitants to determine a winner and claim a prize.

This heinous competition was once held every three years!

It wasn't until thirty-eight years ago, during the battle at God Valley, that the site chosen for the tournament was attacked by the Rocks Pirates. The high-and-mighty Celestial Dragons were assaulted by the pirates, and they were scared out of their wits.

Only then did they restrain themselves.

But it wasn't because they had turned over a new leaf.

It was simply because they had been beaten into submission.

Consequently, they adopted a safer method.

They supported the slave markets on the Sabaody Archipelago, instructing the slave traders to capture various races from all over the world to serve as their slaves or pets, forcing them to wear explosive collars and branding them with slave marks.

They made slaves kneel on the ground to serve as mounts.

They made slaves toil below to power "moving walkways."

They kept Fish-Men or merfolk in fish tanks as ornamental pets.

Such behavior, even when viewed through the lens of a manga in his past life, was enough to make one feel sick.

And now, Zhu Mang had arrived in such a "reality"!

Previously, although he had the thought that he "should be invincible in the world of One Piece," he hadn't fully adapted to that fact. He had maintained the mindset of an Earthling, and both his words and actions revealed a certain small-mindedness.

But now, he was going to be a true "Saiyan Superman"!

Anything he found displeasing, he would make pleasing!

Anything that made him unhappy, he would destroy!

He would mold the world into his own image!