The Power of a True God: The Creators' Ultimate Submission!

Deep within Greed Island, the Core Castle had once been an absolute forbidden zone hidden in Imaginary Number Space. Now, under the Great Empire's power to reshape laws, it had been transformed beyond recognition.

The castle's top-floor hall had once been enclosed and oppressive. During the violent reconstruction of the land just moments ago, it had joined with a breathtaking seaside cliff that had risen from the ground. Warm beach stone from One-Piece Beach paved the floor, catching the sunlight in a dreamlike shimmer. Above the hall's shattered dome stretched a boundless blue sky without a cloud in sight.

Yet the atmosphere inside this paradise-like hall atop the sea cliff was heavy.

"Drip... drip..."

Cold sweat slid down Razor's broad, resolute chin, drop by drop, and struck the polished beach stone.

As the head of Greed Island's highest-level defense system and its strongest Emission Type user, Razor had once been a top-tier fighter feared even by the Phantom Troupe, which terrified the entire world. Now he looked like a condemned prisoner led to the execution block, every muscle in his body trembling beyond his control.

Behind him stood List, Dwun, Elena, Eta, and the other game creators—ten in all. Years ago, they had poured their hearts into creating this Absolute Domain alongside Ging Freecss and held its highest privileges. Now they stood in a row, shaking.

Not one dared speak. They even suppressed their breathing until it was barely audible.

These elite Hunters should have been like gods of creation in this realm. But the brutal reality before them had crushed every shred of their pride, confidence, and dignity.

Their eyes remained fixed on the front of the hall.

There, the Server Mainframe that had once supported all of Greed Island's underlying systems lay in a pitiful heap of wreckage.