World Will? Outsider?

Those who lacked Conqueror's Haki, those whose Haki training was insufficient, and those who staked everything on their Devil Fruit abilities—from the Four Blues to the Grand Line, from the most remote fishing village in the East Blue to the most prosperous island in the New World —countless people simultaneously arched their bodies, twisted their limbs, withered their flesh, and shattered into fragments.

Then the sky above Mary Geoise lit up.

A Pentagram Formation, obscuring the sky, suddenly erupted.

The five points of the pentagram point in five directions, the lines are over a hundred meters thick, the whole thing is black, and the surface is covered with dark red Demonic Energy patterns.

At the center of the grand formation, endless Demon Phantoms were blooming.

They come in all shapes and sizes; some are half-human and half-cow, some are half-human and half-snake, some have dislocated limbs, and some are completely unrecognizable.

They roared, howled, and surged within the great formation, like a pot of boiling nightmare.

Above these phantoms, countless black mists were gathering, condensing, and compressing, rushing madly toward a certain central point.

At the center of the black fog, a blurry humanoid silhouette is taking shape.

It has no facial features, no body shape, and no specific details.

It was just a blurry outline of a human figure, shrouded in black mist.

It is slowly raising its arms, as if it is stretching or waving downwards.

Everyone below looked up at the blurry outline.

Killing Hall gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Shanks ' left hand rested on Gryphon's hilt again, his long red hair fluttering in the sea breeze.

Natsu silently stared at the silhouette, the Mangekyō Sharingan in her left eye quietly rotating, the patterns of Ōkuninushi and Takamagahara intertwining deep within her pupil.

Ban stood beside him, the dark gold patterns on his scepter lighting up again, and the ten Truth-Seeking Orb slowly rotating around him.

That outline is still taking shape.

Still growing.

It's still taking shape.

The final outline is completely formed.

The thick black fog condensed, compressed, and settled in the same instant, like a torrential downpour being collected into a single water droplet.

The outlines of those demons, which were originally just phantoms, began to take on physical form.

Their limbs emerged from the mist, their bones bulging beneath their skin, sharp claws protruding from their fingertips, and fangs sticking out from the corners of their mouths.

They are no longer the blurry, half-human, half-beast silhouettes in the black mist, but real, flesh-and-blood entities standing in the void.

Thousands of Demon Entities roared simultaneously.

The roars combined, shaking the entire sky.

The aura of Vice Admiral Level exploded from the first row of Demon Entities, with black, dark red, and gray-white waves of energy intertwining, colliding, and exploding in the void.

They were densely packed in the Pentagram Formation, stretching from the inner circle to the outer circle, like fleshy thorns growing from the five sides of the pentagram.

Then comes the center circle.

Dozens of even larger and more ferocious Demon Entities rose a notch from the dense array.

Their carapaces are thicker, their fangs are longer, and they are more ferocious.

The Ancient Zoan dinosaur-shaped demons, the Logia elemental demons, and the twisted and bizarre alien demons from the Paramecia— each of them possessed an aura that reached the Yonko Commander Level.

What's most alarming is this number.

There were no fewer than a thousand Demon Entities Demon Entities at the Vice Admiral Level, and dozens more at the Yonko Commander Level.

At the very center of the Pentagram Formation, the aura unleashed by more than a dozen various demonic figures was in no way inferior to that of Uchiha Fugaku.

Their bodies were a size larger than the surrounding Demon Entities, and their forms were more complex. Some resembled giants covered in carapaces, some resembled giant snakes coiled in the void, and some were even indistinguishable in form, merely churned and deforming masses of black and red flesh.

The essence of Devil Fruits.

The demon's true form, possessed by Devil Fruits, fully descends under the influence of the World Will.

The silhouette at the center of the Pentagram Formation, surrounded by more than a dozen Demon Entities at the Yonko Commander Level, was no longer Imu.

Her body is still Imu's body.

Long red hair, crimson-orange eyes, and a slender figure three meters tall.

But her demeanor has changed.

She stood there, seemingly separated from the world by an invisible membrane.

The air flowed around her, the light refracted around her, and even time seemed to linger slightly around her.

She doesn't belong to this world.

She never belonged to this world.

Those crimson-orange eyes opened.

It was empty. There was nothing inside.

There were no emotions, no desires, no eight hundred years of memories, and no obsession with power.

It was just a pure, empty void, like two deep wells that had been drained of water.

Natsu's pupils suddenly contracted.

His left eye's Mangekyō Sharingan spun rapidly, the patterns of Ōkuninushi and Takamagahara intertwining deep within its pupil, attempting to capture what lay behind those eyes.

He saw it.

Deep within that void, there was an extremely faint, almost invisible outline, pressed down at the very bottom.

That's Imu.

Her lips were moving, her fingers were twitching slightly, but every time she struggled to make a sound, a glint would flash in the depths of her empty eyes, pulling her consciousness back down.

Natsu stared at that face.

"World Will?"

His voice wasn't loud, but as soon as he finished speaking, a hollow, ethereal voice came from that mouth. The tone was Imu's, but the intonation was so flat it didn't sound like a living person; it was like ice slowly cracking.

"Outsider."

Three words.

Natsu's left eye Mangekyō Sharingan, spun even faster.

He was observing the structure of the World Will.

It is completely different from Imu's Demonic Energy.

Imu's Demonic Energy contains emotions, obsessions, hatred, arrogance, and everything accumulated over eight hundred years.

But there's nothing in the World Will.

It has no will, no emotions, no purpose; it only has a mechanical, cold "judgment."

It was watching Natsu like a wall was watching someone trying to climb over it.

It wasn't hostility, it was the judgment that "you shouldn't be here."

Natsu remained silent for two breaths.

Then the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, a very faint curve, but he was definitely smiling.

"The World Will has personally intervened." His tone was calm, but his fingers tightened slightly inside his sleeve. "I thought you would never show yourself, only changing the rules behind the scenes, making Devil Fruit User kill each other, and letting the chains loosen on their own."

The World Will did not respond to his provocation.

It simply stared at him with its empty eyes, like a statue watching a flying insect that had intruded into a temple.

Behind it, thousands of Demon Entities stood in neat rows within Pentagram Formation, their roars gradually subsiding into a low, suppressed murmur, like a pack of wild beasts holding their breath before a hunt.