Egghead Island

The sea rippled, the scorched earth still warm.

"Mother--!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed from the other side of the broken Candy Island. Perospero, draped in a sugar-coated cloak, his eyes bloodshot, chanted the incantation of "return of the soul" as he charged into the ruins like a madman.

Behind him, Smoothie, Daifuku, Oven, Mont-d'Or and others appeared, their murderous aura surging towards the three figures standing in the center of the battlefield.

At that very moment, lightning flashed again in the sky!

Queen and Jack, two of the Three Calamities, arrived on the wind, with the Orc army arrayed behind them, dark clouds looming overhead, and killing intent permeating the air.

"You... how dare you attack Four Emperors?!" Jack gritted his teeth and roared, suddenly transforming into a giant elephant and slamming his giant axe into the ground, cracking the earth.

Queen's laughter was extremely unnatural, his fat face filled with fear. "Heh heh... I say... who exactly are you people? This joke... hasn't it gone too far?"

He tried his best to be tactful, but his hands trembled uncontrollably, and cold sweat streamed down his neck.

"Fufufufu--"

A strange laugh came from above. Donquixote Doflamingo stepped onto the broken walls and looked down at the scene as if he were looking at a group of out-of-control puppets.

"Clowns... don't you get it yet?"

He raised his hand, pointing at the three figures, his smile carrying a frenzied yet devout reverence:

"That's not an enemy you can fight."

"That is—a god, a judge, the terminator of a new era."

Perospero roared, "We are the Big Mom Pirates! We will never—"

Boom!!!

Before he could finish speaking, the sky suddenly darkened, and the hand of Madara No. 2's Susanoo abruptly fell, pointing a single finger and creating a spatial distortion shockwave in his chest!

In a silent explosion, Perospero's body shattered like sugar crumbs, his bones and soul instantly turning into a sky full of colorful dust.

"Pero--Spero!?"

Smoothie roared, drawing her longsword and unleashing a thunderous strike. However, before she could even get close, she was crushed by the power of Limbo, her kneecaps shattered, and she crashed into the rock wall like a meteor, blood splattering everywhere.

"They don't even have the right to dance."

Number Three spoke coldly, his voice as sharp as frost, devoid of any emotion.

Jack roared and charged forward, only to be struck between the eyebrows by a Truth -Truth-Seeking Orb casually flung out by Madara. With a deafening roar, half of his head instantly vaporized, and his massive body convulsed on the ground, his flesh turning to mist.

"Submit, or be destroyed."

Standing high in the sky, Number One looked down at the man, his tone as if reading a judicial decree, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

Queen collapsed in terror, trembling as he raised his hands. "I... I... I choose... to surrender! I'm not a soldier! I'm a researcher! I don't want to die!!!"

His voice trembled as he sobbed, all traces of his former arrogance gone.

Madara No. 3 remained silent, merely casting a cold glance, Susanoo the Susanoo phantom suspended Queen in mid-air like an iron clamp, leaving him no room to struggle.

At this moment, Katakuri emerged from the depths of the ruins, remained silent for a long time, and finally slowly lowered his head and knelt on one knee.

"In the end... I failed to protect this world."

"But I wish to witness your journey."

"Very good." Number One nodded slightly, his voice devoid of warmth, yet like a blessing from a god.

"Those who choose to submit will survive."

"And those who defy—" Madara No. 2 raised his hand, his Rinnegan subtly turning.

"It's time to feed the fish."

With the battle quelled, Doflamingo summoned his subordinates to take over the area, effectively bringing it under his control.

The sea was pitch black, the tide of corpses had dispersed, and the sky was silent. Donquixote Doflamingo stood at the bow of the ship, his gaze fixed on the horizon, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

"The Holy Land has fallen, the Navy has sunk, the old order is over."

"Next target -- Egghead Island."

"That Pure Land that controls future technology must be returned to the rule of God."

Number One slowly opened his eyes, his pupils like stars flowing backward, cold as frost.

"Technology is a sharp blade. If it cannot serve the gods, then it should be destroyed."

As the words fell, the fleet assembled, and under the tattered battle flag, divine weapons soared into the sky, breaking through the sea and heading straight for the other side of the New World.

Dark clouds rolled and lightning twisted, as if heaven and earth themselves were groaning in apprehension for the impending divine punishment.

Egghead Island - Core Experimental Zone

Inside the giant laboratory, robotic arms spin and sparks fly as dozens of brilliant scientists conduct high-energy tests on an unknown device.

Suddenly, a red alert blared across the sky!

The entire space instantly switched to combat mode, and the sky was filled with warnings:

"High-energy reactive body approaching! Speed: Supersonic! Abnormal trajectory! Threat level: Omega!"

"Enemy attack!" The command center was thrown into chaos.

"Island on high alert! Activate defense arrays! Deploy all mechanical guardians! Simultaneously contact Vegapunk's main body!"

The laser turrets changed direction, the defensive dome rose up, and a dazzling energy barrier enveloped the entire Egghead Island, resembling a steel shrine solidified by technology.

The air was tense, and everyone looked towards the horizon.

At the main control console, Vegapunk stood quietly, his gaze fixed on the three figures slowly approaching on the monitor—figures that even the AI system could not recognize.

They lack thermal imaging; their genetic spectrum is chaotic and disordered; and their electromagnetic frequencies are as erratic as a nightmare.

Most importantly, the AI gave a rare response:

"Analysis failed: The behavioral pattern violates biological paradigms and logical systems, and seriously contravenes the second law of thermodynamics."

"... It's not an illusion," Vegapunk murmured, "It's reality—a quantum singularity."

His eyes remained clear as ever, yet a hint of reason crumbling within them was faintly visible.

"If this is their 'standard combat strength'..."

"Then our proud scientific system is nothing more than a child's scribbles of stars in the dark."

His tone remained steady, his posture unchanged, but the entire control room was plunged into a deathly silence by his words.

"... However, science has never been born of fear."

"-- Rather, it is born from the gaze upon the incomprehensible."

The next instant, the entire island began to shake.

Hundreds of floating gravity towers rose into the air, emitting blue-white gravity fluctuations, and space was visibly distorted—a virtual gravity cage pressed down from all directions, forcibly folding space and constructing an invisible prison.

"Target kinetic energy locked! Attempt to capture!" The mechanical voice echoed continuously.

The ground beneath their feet trembled as they were pulled and restrained by the distorting force field.

--It seems to be effective.

But the next second, "Spot Number Two" curled his lips slightly:

"To imprison a god by force?"

The air froze, and space distorted.

Boom!!!

The virtual gravity field suddenly collapsed, like glass shattering, and dozens of floating towers were destroyed.

"Gravity layer collapse! Space is tearing apart at multiple points! The system is backfiring!" Edison exclaimed.

"It wasn't them who destroyed the force field..." Pythagoras said, his face pale. "It was them—who denied the very logic of the force field's existence!"

Spot Three moved with the ease of a leisurely stroll, leaping out and skimming through the center of the gravitational storm.

His voice was as indifferent as an abyss:

"You haven't even grasped the definition of 'technique,' yet you presume to master its rules?"

The ground suddenly cracked open, and countless armed units rose from beneath the island.

Seastone armor, giant cell skeleton, magnetic field core, brain-intelligent collaborative combat module...

This is precisely the ultimate weapon that Vegapunk created for the "hypothetical god descending to earth":

--Hunter God Armor - Jerome

Jerome suddenly activated, unleashing a spiraling supersonic punch that stirred up Vacuum Wave, tearing through the air and striking directly at Spot Three!

--But it stopped in mid-air.

It wasn't that it was stopped, but rather that it was frozen in a non-existent spacetime rift.

Number Three remained motionless, and said softly:

"Interesting."

The next instant, a palm struck out, easily piercing the core of the Hunter God Armor.

Jerome collapsed in silence, not in destruction, but in the complete stripping away of his very existence.

Silence fell over the control room.

Vegapunk remained expressionless, his fingers moving like lightning as he rapidly manipulated the brain-computer interface, attempting to mark the three figures as:

"High-dimensional energy bodies A, B, and C."

The mastermind attempts to model it, trying to construct behavioral logic and establish predictive models.

The next second, the AI's main brain exploded.

The database collapsed instantly, all models were destroyed, and even the core language module was contaminated.

On the screen, only one last line of text remained, flashing:

"Their presence will contaminate the language model."

"When you try to understand a drop of water that doesn't belong to the universe, your ocean will collapse."

Vegapunk finally fell silent.

He slowly removed the terminal headset and gazed at the destroyed remains of the mainframe.

This is the culmination of his life's work, the pinnacle of human wisdom.

Now, I am nothing more than dust in the footsteps of others.

For the first time, he felt that language could not define phenomena, logic could not analyze reality, and the knowledge system itself crumbled in the face of higher-dimensional forces.

He whispered:

"... This is not a battle."

"This defines war."

"And we lost because of the starting point constructed by language."

He slowly rose, facing the sky—towards the three figures standing like gods atop the technological ruins—and spoke softly:

"Please wait a moment."

"I'm not here to protest."

"I'm here to... learn."