Imu

Donquixote Doflamingo stood amidst the ruins, a smile playing on his lips.

The Five Elders fell one after another, like decaying statues dragged from their altars, their flesh and blood splattering into the dust.

He remained silent for a long time, then suddenly chuckled softly, his voice hoarse:

"Ha... I'm truly impressed by such a monster."

"Not Celestial Dragons, not a Marine, and not the will of 'D' --"

"It's an existence that can't even be bothered to abide by the 'rules' themselves."

His pupils contracted as he saw the sky shatter and the order wailing.

"The New World is truly about to change."

And at the deepest part of Pangaea Castle—

The curtains swayed slightly.

He woke up.

Imu.

--The ultimate taboo of the World Government, an existence whose very name cannot be mentioned.

He sat enthroned, clad in a deep purple robe and wearing a crown of thorns, his face forever shrouded in mist and shadow.

Those eyes—blood red, deep and dark.

It doesn't belong to humans, and it's even... somewhat like the Sharingan (laughing and crying).

His gaze had already fallen into the depths of the battlefield—on that unfamiliar figure.

Uchiha Yoru.

The figure stood silently in the deepest part of the collapsing world, as if all the destruction of the world was to welcome his arrival.

Imu, of course, already knew everything that had happened in the Holy Land.

The deaths of the Five Elders, the destruction of Marine Headquarters, and even the sudden shift in the energy levels of the entire Red Line...

All these abnormal pulses had already been captured and recorded by the Uranus's perception, one of the divine artifacts, and synchronized to his mental center in real time.

He doesn't need to be there in person.

Simply "observe".

The Uranus's world surveillance system, like multidimensional neurons, connects the entire World of the Living world, and is now transmitting back data of an unprecedented "black domain contamination."

The source of that data --

It was the person right in front of me.

This was precisely what surprised him.

Not the navy.

Not a pirate.

They are not Revolutionary Army.

It is not even any "predetermined variable" that he allows to exist or that is archived by the world.

"... Uchiha Yoru."

He murmured the name.

Strangeness.

Moreover, it is incalculable.

He attempted to use the "Uranus of Heroes" inverse algorithm to analyze the other party's existence, but received only one response:

[Unable to read]

This means that this person does not belong to the official historical structure of this world.

His internal "original sequence center" remained silent for a moment, then activated the alert command.

He finally gazed into the night, his voice hollow and cold, like a deity's whisper:

"Those five good-for-nothings... you've taken care of them."

"They are the last 'human nodes' I set up on the world's consciousness defense line, and they were supposed to act as the central firewall."

"The result, however, was... so fragile."

His tone was flat, as if he were simply dealing with a set of invalid data.

"Naval Headquarters, Mary Geoise... all destroyed."

"And you are not in any faction matrix."

"You are not a navy officer, not a pirate, and not Revolutionary Army."

He paused slightly, and the core of the Uranus continued to send back the analysis failure report.

"You don't even... belong to this world."

Imu's eyes darkened, not from emotion, but from "interface interference" caused by the high-frequency vibrations of the Uranus's consciousness.

His tone turned cold:

"So I asked—what is your purpose?"

Uchiha Yoru slowly raised his head.

The pupils seemed to reflect the shattered future of this world.

His tone was indifferent, yet it carried the weight of an order.

"I've come for only one thing."

He strode forward, and with each step he took, the sacred ground groaned in silent mourning.

"Unification, unification, and the hell outright unification!"

"Pirates, Marines, Celestial Dragons, Revolutionary Army..."

"They're all just 'ineffective organizations' on this planet."

"From now on."

He stopped in his tracks, his tone as firm as an eternal law:

"This vast ocean will be unified by me."

"Uchiha Yoru will be the only order."

Finally, he looked at Imu, as if looking down from a god:

You have two choices.

"Submit, or die."

After those words were spoken, the world fell silent for a second.

Imu suddenly revealed a cold smile, a smile that contained both mockery and a hint of long-lost excitement.

"How long has it been since I've seen such an arrogant being..."

"Heresy."

"You will be executed by my own hand—the destruction of logic."

He raised his hand.

The entire Red Line suddenly lost weight, as if it had escaped the gravitational pull of celestial bodies, and slowly floated up.

The magnificent buildings of Mary Geoise were swept up by the wind like thin paper, shattering and scattering into dust.

Deep within the void, a black throne slowly emerged.

That was no ordinary object, but a sharp blade that devoured time and space.

--[Throne of the Void: The Seven Foundations].

Legend has it that the original node of the world line exists in the deepest secret data stream of the "Void Century," and is hailed as a core fragment of the will of judgment.

Imu sat upright on it, radiating endless coldness.

The sea of stars collapsed, and the void folded.

He clasped his hands together, as if he were holding the very fabric of the world in his palms.

In an instant, the entire Room of Flowers Realm was imprisoned within a massive bubble of rules.

He declared coldly:

"Heresy."

"Logic will be destroyed, and I will personally take charge."

"--Domain Expansion: Primordial Order Divine Realm."

(Ape God, activate!!!)

In an instant, the sky was stretched into an endless plane, the ocean froze into cold glass, the earth floated weightlessly, and gravity reversed and overturned.

The sea monsters fell from the sky like meteors, crashing onto the edge of nothingness.

"Primordial Order Divine Realm" is Imu's ultimate enclosed space.

Here, all the forces that "occur later" are ruthlessly weakened, and the power between realms is entirely under his control.

Only a cold order and deathly silence remained between heaven and earth.

Ye Jing stood at the heart of the domain, her clothes motionless, standing against the wind, her figure like a monument, unshaken.

He didn't raise his finger, nor did he form a hand seal; he simply opened his palm slowly.

In an instant, the three spaces overlapped and resonated, and the intertwined and merged Pocket Ninja World suddenly bloomed. The light, interwoven with blazing white and abyssal light, tore through the void like a broken blade, illuminating the sky.

Those were the core origins of the three worlds, which at this moment manifested side by side in an absolute dominant posture, layer upon layer, forming an ultimate realm that transcends all laws.

This is not a confrontation between realms, but one reality swallowing up another.

The surrounding space was instantly eroded, the black mist burned and collapsed, and the Void Throne trembled and sank, as if the entire sky was in fear of some higher order.

Imu was visibly shaken, and for the first time, unease and fear appeared on his face.

"... That's impossible."

He stared intently at the night, his pupils flashing with an unusual deep red light.

"You did not resist my domain..."

His voice trembled, then turned as cold as a blade:

"Are you... trying to take it over?"

Ye stood with his hands behind his back, coldly looking down, his eyes devoid of any emotion, like a dark abyss.

"Your field?"

His voice was calm, yet more powerful than thunder.

"That's just a cage imposed by external forces; it doesn't even have complete rules."

"Imu, you are nothing but a failed creation that pretends to be a god using tools."

"And I am the creator of three worlds."

"You need tools to interfere with reality, and I—"

His gaze suddenly sharpened, and the world seemed to lose its color.

"That's reality."