The Pirate World Wasn't Big-Deidara Created a Myth
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Kakkō tore through the sky, and debris rained down.
Amidst the continuous explosions, the sky resembled a torn canvas, with shards of burning paint splashing onto the sea.
Nagato is right.
Deidara truly lived the life he had always dreamed of.
In the Ninja World, he once longed for recognition; here, he is a figure feared.
This world is not small; the vast ocean has bred too many reckless kingdoms and pirate crews.
Deidara only left behind one sentence--
"It's too ugly, um."
Then--
And that was the end of it.
The world of One Piece may be small, but Deidara created a legend.
He is the judge in the air, a combination of art and destruction.
His catchphrase became a taboo symbol for Nanami.
"Art is --"
At that moment, he stood on the back of the flying giant bird, his fingers rapidly Hand Seals, and a crazy grin spreading across his face.
He held aloft a giant star made of clay, as if presiding over a sacred ceremony.
"--Patrick Star!!!"
"Crack!!!!"
In an instant, the world changed color.
The "Patrick Star" clay exploded in mid-air, blooming into a colorful mushroom cloud like a dreamlike aurora, covering the sky. At that moment, the entire island seemed to be completely erased from the map.
The shockwave swept across hundreds of miles, the waves surged back like a roaring dragon, the earth collapsed, and wreckage flew everywhere amidst the Kakkō.
Before the rebels could even utter a cry of despair, they were melted into charred scrap metal by the intense heat and impact, becoming part of the "art."
Above the sky, Deidara's eyes burned with fervor, as if he were admiring an unparalleled masterpiece.
"Hahaha... Patrick Star, the art is finished, hmm."
He chuckled softly, flicking away the last embers, letting the ashes of the explosion become a signature that overwhelmed fear.
The Akatsuki is progressing much faster than expected.
Those kingdoms that had harbored resentment surrendered their cities and crowns the moment the Radiant Dawn Clan arrived and the Red Cloud Banners flew.
No grand pronouncements, no room for resistance --
They weren't persuaded, but rather terrified by "art".
As for those who refuse to submit?
-- Annihilate!
The place where everyone descended became the "Judgment of God".
Unification, unification, and the hell unification!
It is everyone's goal, and also the path to the Akatsuki's crushing victory.
Kakuzu walked through the ruins of the city, carrying an account book, counting the corpses and assessing the "value of resource reconstruction."
Hidan chanted the curse on the altar, and the bloody ritual illuminated the night sky of the entire city.
Scorpion's puppet army razed an art capital to the ground, ultimately turning the entire royal family into a permanent exhibit.
Kisame as monstrous and as fierce as a shark, capable of uprooting oceans and tearing apart ships; patrol boats from some countries avoid its advance.
The remnants of the navy began to fall silent, while the Revolutionary Army ironically felt an unprecedented sense of "liberation."
The Akatsuki, with an overwhelming and utterly decisive approach, rewrote the rules of the game in the ocean.
And now, the whole world is burning, annihilating, and rebuilding—
It became a new canvas under the "dawn".
Wano Country, the Flower Capital.
The void rippled like broken water as four figures slowly descended into the sky.
Three towering divine figures draped in Six Paths divine robes floated in the air, their cold demeanor like that of ancient death judges, looking down upon all living beings in the mortal world.
Immediately following, Don Quixote Donquixote Doflamingo, his pink feather cloak fluttering in the air, sat high in the sky, a deep smile playing on his lips, as if he were watching a doomsday drama that had already been destined.
"This is a den of decay and evil," Donquixote Doflamingo said in a low voice, surveying the Flower Capital. "Those in power have long since built this cage with blood and fear."
Number three Uchiha Madara, slowly closed his eyes.
The eerie light of the Rinne Sharingan overlapped and swirled deep within the pupils, as if awakening some ancient divinity.
This is not just about Chakra.
Rather, it was a storm of the soul, a forced exploration of the soul's memories.
The memories of the entire Flower Capital slowly unfolded in his mind.
Every low sob, every drop of blood, every horrific act of resistance—all are vividly portrayed.
Three hundred people were skinned alive as sacrifices, and indifference was commonplace.
Those who steal rice have their fingers chopped off, children are trafficked, and law-abiding citizens are enslaved.
Tyranny is like a fog, the powerful are like jackals, and behind the hypocritical smiles lies a mad distortion of "order".
He saw it.
I felt it.
I also loathed it to the extreme.
Uchiha Madara, number two, slowly opened his eyes, his pupils as cold as frost. "Some people don't deserve to live."
The next moment.
Powerful generals, high-ranking officials and ruthless figures, and dark cults—
Their figures silently disintegrated in the air, as if erased by the judgment of reality.
It vanished along with all traces of its existence.
Kneeling on the stage, they were even deprived of the right to speak in their defense.
It was simply—a silent annihilation.
Number Three's gaze slowly shifted to the common people.
The children in tattered clothes, the wounded farmers, the widows and old people kneeling in prayer.
He stared silently for a long time, his eyes showing no murderous intent.
In this judgment of the gods, they are "worthy of living."
And this is the order that night brings.
Cruel, yet fair.
Madara slowly turned his head, his eyes cold, and said in a low voice:
"The cleanup is complete."
In the void, Donquixote Doflamingo stepped down, like a messiah descending from an ancient dynasty.
He slowly stepped into the trembling crowd, his feet resting on the broken stone tablet of the General's Mansion. He slowly removed his sunglasses, revealing his bloodshot eyes, his smile cold and stern.
"Hey, you little punks."
"Don't misunderstand, this isn't 'being let off the hook'—it's 'being pardoned'."
"You are still able to stand on this land, to live and breathe, not because you have value, not because you have faith, and not because you plead."
He looked up, his sharp gaze piercing the sky.
"It's because—there's someone who chose to let you live."
"A true god."
"A god who will no longer treat you as livestock or tools, and who will no longer sell and trample you by the 'Celestial Dragons' and the 'World Government'."
"What you have experienced is not just a trial."
"Moreover—the beginning of a new era."
Silence enveloped the crowd.
The blood was still wet, and they were still in shock, but for the first time, those two words flashed into their eyes—
Hope.
Donquixote Doflamingo spread his arms wide, his voice suddenly rising in pitch and reverberating in all directions:
"From today onwards, listen carefully—"
"Lord Ye, you have already descended upon this world."
He doesn't need your faith, nor does he need your praise.
"He ignores your mercy, he ignores your pleas."
"We will not tolerate any weakness, betrayal, or doubt."
"His only request was one thing—"
"Loyalty."
"You may live, but not for yourselves."
"Your lives belong to the 'night,' to the new order."
"To survive, you must let go of all pride and arrogance."
"We must bow our heads, we must submit."
"Only by submitting to 'Night' will you be qualified to exist as true 'human beings' for the first time."
"Not as slaves, not as tools to be trampled upon--"
"Instead, as creators of New World, as children of the 'night,' they will live with dignity and value."
"Remember."
"Traitors will ultimately perish in an endless darkness."
Only the loyal can obtain light and a future.
"This is the law of 'night,' and it is your only choice."