Fish-Man Island

Above Fish-Man Island.

The deep blue sea reflected a pale halo, like a mirror about to shatter.

Four figures silently descended, causing the air to tremble. Even the sea kings lay hidden in the deep sea, afraid to surface, as if instinctively fearing the "predators" descending from the sky.

Donquixote Doflamingo stood in mid-air, hands in his pockets, his gaze passing over the sea and the coral palace, settling on that shattered ideal.

He grinned coldly, his eyes as sharp as blades behind his gold sunglasses.

Fish-Man Island --

"An abandoned dream."

"They say it's a symbol of peaceful coexistence, a first step for humans and fish-people towards a shared future."

He gave a low, mocking snort.

"But what I see is a history of humiliation for a group."

"These fish-men are priced from birth, sold, enslaved, and tortured; they even have to beg for their names from humans."

"The so-called peace is a merciful handout bestowed upon us by the Celestial Dragons, who trample on our backs."

At this moment, Number One Madara opened his eyes, and the light of reincarnation flickered slightly in his pupils.

His gaze was calm, even his sarcasm seemed to carry a hint of pity:

"The Celestial Dragons... that parasitic civilization that continues to exist by relying on false divine positions."

They don't deserve to be remembered.

"The fate of Fish-Man Island should not be decided by their shadows."

Spotted Three stepped forward, his robes fluttering in the wind, and looked down at the underwater palace below:

"Since this land is still trying to preserve the remnants of the past."

"Then let's start from here and uproot the so-called 'old logic' completely."

"--This world will be rewritten by us."

As soon as he finished speaking, number three raised his hand.

There were no warning signs, and no emotional fluctuations whatsoever.

Just a single finger falling--

The heavens and earth suddenly lost their balance.

The next moment, a deafening roar, like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting, suddenly came from the depths of the sea!

The entire Fish-Man Island seemed to be seized by some irresistible force, along with the Sun Tree, the ruins of the royal palace, the ruins of the streets and alleys, and the massive amount of seawater surrounding it, all of which were torn apart and lifted up!

--Boom!!

The seawater bursts open, a deep blue current flows backward!

A colossal island, accompanied by towering white waves, was forcibly lifted from a 20,000-meter abyss to the sunlit side of the world by an unseen hand!

It's as if a god has dragged hell down to earth!

The entire sea spun around, giant waves tore through the sky, and gale-force winds swept outwards, carrying fragments of coral and fish bones.

The "Pure Land" that was originally hidden in the dark seabed appeared as pale and dilapidated as a corpse under the stark sunlight.

Before the criminals on the island could react, they were thrown into the air in the upheaval!

The slave port was torn in two, chains and cage doors rained down, and several traders who were about to transfer fish-woman girls were thrown into the air along with their goods, only to be smashed to pieces by the falling rocks the next second.

The casino on the high platform collapsed, and blood mixed with chips flew through the air.

Bounty hunters, remnants of pirate crews, and underground intelligence brokers hiding behind the ruins --

Those disruptors of order who swarmed in after the "silence of justice" following the Summit War were instantly wiped out like ants. Before they could even utter a cry of despair, they were swallowed up by the white waves and vanished into the shattered waters high in the sky!

Outside Mermaid Street, the fish-men and mermaids who had been huddled in a corner trying to survive all looked up.

They saw it--

The blinding sunlight overhead was the radiant light of the legendary "real human world." And the entire land they depended on was now floating in that world of light and wind.

The child's eyes reflected the four dark shadows high in the sky.

The old man knelt on the ground, trembling, and murmured near-extinct mythological phrases.

The young merman was overwhelmed with anger, shock, and confusion, unable to determine whether this was salvation or the arrival of destruction.

In the wind, Ming chuckled, his clothes fluttering, his tone full of interest:

"Ha... it's just like prying open a coffin and dragging the corpse out into the sun."

"It's even crisper than I expected."

Behind him, Number Two stepped forward and said softly:

"No matter how deeply the shadows of the old world are hidden, they will eventually be illuminated by the light."

"Lord Ye once said—the darkness in this world is because the depths of the underbelly are too heavy."

Number Three remained silent, simply gazing at the rising island beneath his feet with his hands behind his back, like a judge looking down at a chessboard about to be reshaped.

On the horizon, amidst the still-swelling waves, the World Government's flag is entangled in a broken mast and slowly sinks.

Before the waves had subsided, a disheveled and distorted figure staggered out from between the ruins of the palace.

--Hody Jones.

The radical who once shouted "Fishmen Supremacy" and attempted to destroy the Neptune royal family now resembled a snake whose venom had been drained, his gray hair plastered to his cheeks, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins and fear.

He looked up at the four figures standing in the sky, his voice trembling, his face contorted:

"You... you are human? No, no, that's not human power..."

"This is impossible... Who could... Who could pull the entire Fish-Man Island from the seabed—"

His voice gradually broke, filled with deep disbelief and fear.

At that moment, Hody Jones realized more clearly than ever before:

Their so-called "merfolk superiority" is not even worth laughing at in the face of such beings.

"I surrender! I am willing to serve 'Night'! Fish-Man Island is acceptable, and I will clear away all obstacles!"

"Give me the chance, and I can lead the fishmen to rule the entire deep sea!"

His tone was humble, yet it couldn't conceal the twisted arrogance deep within him.

He wasn't admitting defeat; he was just being opportunistic.

Number Three slowly lowered his head, his gaze falling on him.

There was no anger, no pity.

Only a cold, indifferent gaze—as if scrutinizing a rotten, inferior lump of meat.

"Are you one of those so-called fishmen?"

Ban's tone was calm, but his words struck the soul like cold iron.

"You are nothing but a worthless creature that attempts to imitate human violence but fails even in its attempts at thought."

"Using human hatred to distort the future of the fish-men... you're not even an 'enemy'."

Hody shuddered, forcing himself to straighten his back, and hoarsely defended himself:

"I... I'm fighting to reclaim the dignity of the merfolk... I'm—"

Before he could finish speaking...

Madara's pupils shifted slightly, and an invisible shadow quietly appeared within his Rinnegan.

--Limbo: Border Prison

A death-like projection silently swept out, slashing down diagonally.

Hody's pupils contracted sharply, and before he could even catch his breath, he was cleaved in two in an instant!

His body stiffened, and before he could even beg for mercy, his twisted "fishman supremacy" was completely erased.

Blood splattered on broken stones, and the dust settled.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still.

--Number Three didn't say a single unnecessary word.

He simply swept away erroneous ideas from the world like dust.

Amidst the ruins of the palace, King Neptune, severely wounded, knelt on one knee, struggling to breathe, yet still staring intently at the back of the god descending from the sky.

Beside him, Prince Riku, Hachi, and Fukaboshi, one of the three sons, wore angry expressions but dared not make any rash moves.

Neptune slowly lowered his head, his eyes filled with complex emotions, but in the end he simply said in a deep voice:

"... This is the verdict."

Who in the world could pull Fish-Man Island directly to sea level like this?

Having lived this long, Neptune knew that even if he were to send out the Shirahoshi, Poseidon, from the Hard-Shell Tower deep within the Ryugu Palace, it would probably be to no avail.

They have neither the ability nor the right to argue.

High in the sky, the wind howled like thunder, and white light flashed like blades.

Number Three slowly turned around and stood on the edge of the rising island, his robes billowing in the gale, like the pinnacle of a god's descent.

His voice was cold and stern, but it contained no murderous intent; rather, it possessed a calmness of a higher order.

"From this day forward, Fish-Man Island —is without a king."

"You no longer belong to the Celestial Dragons, nor to the royal bloodline."

He paused, his eyes reflecting the ruined city floating in the sunlight, and the countless gazing eyes looking up at it.

"You will belong only to yourselves."

"From this day forward, there will be no more 'slaves' in this world."

"Whether fish-men, humans, giants, or non-human creatures, innate differences are no longer shackles."

"You are born free, and the laws of the night are equal for all."

His voice wasn't loud, but it overwhelmed the tsunami and storm, as if even the deep sea was listening to the verdict of this moment.

"The Uchiha Night, the One and Only Lord, is not here to rule you."

"It's to end this old world where the strong bully the weak and bloodlines determine status."

"This world no longer needs masters and servants, nobles and lowly, or slavery."

"Just rules."

"All it takes is willpower."

As he spoke, he slowly raised his hand, pointing in the direction where the tattered Celestial Dragons flag had sunk to the bottom of the sea along with the broken mast:

That used to be the place of God.

"Now, it is 'night'."

"It is the night shared by all of you."

His tone was neither impassioned nor encouraging.

There was only a solemn majesty, like an inscription burying the times.

Under the vast sky, sunlight streamed down like a waterfall, illuminating the newly risen island.

The fish-man and the mermaid gazed up in silence, their eyes filled with a mixture of shock, disbelief, and awe. And in that deepest part, something was being slowly ignited.

--Not blind faith.

-- Rather, it is a hope called "possibility".

At this moment, everything that belonged to the "Old Fish-Man Island" had sunk with the waves.

The light of the new order rises from the seabed and illuminates the world.