Starting with Self-Exploding to Saint Nerona Imu That the World Is Fake

Mary Geoise.

Deep within Pangaea Castle.

Flower Room.

In a sunny, lush green room.

Tang Ming knelt on the grass with cold sweat streaming down his face, pressing his hands against the ground and trembling uncontrollably all over.

He raised his head to look at the two figures before him, his exhausted eyes filled with disbelief.

The man at the lead had a well-defined nose and mouth, dark brown skin, and striking light-colored long hair.

He possessed a pair of suffocating crimson spiral eyes, and a pair of curved horns grew from his head.

His fingernails were long, sharp, and pitch-black, and his limbs and torso were covered with some white spots and patterned tattoos.

His build was robust and highly oppressive.

Beside him stood a two-toned-eyed woman with slender legs and short blue hair, wearing a black top and panties adorned with multiple golden buttons.

Having read One Piece, Tang Ming recognized them at once!

The ultimate boss of the pirate world, the true ruler behind the World Government Saint Nerona Imu and his loyal servant Manmayer Gunko.

A minute ago.

He was still in the middle of a twelve-hour night shift when he suddenly felt heart palpitations and chest pains, his vision going black as he nearly collapsed to the ground.

He knew those symptoms meant he was about to die from overwork!

Yet in the blink of an eye, he appeared in the fragrant Flower Room, caught red-handed by Saint Nerona Imu and Manmayer Gunko.

Just a glance.

Saint Nerona Imu merely glanced at him, and he could not control his fear, his entire body turning weak until he dropped to his knees.

Yes.

He had not an ounce of backbone and knelt right away.

Not being frightened to the point of incontinence was already the last shred of dignity he allowed himself.

It was simply that Saint Nerona Imu's gaze was too terrifying, and his aura was too suffocating.

Could this be the legendary Conqueror's Haki?

No.

Against a weakling corporate slave like him, Conqueror's Haki was not needed at all.

Just a tiny sliver of overflowing superior aura was enough to make him grovel on the ground.

"Lord Imu!?"

Nearby.

Manmayer Gunko assumed a guarded posture, arrow-like ribbons floating around her right arm as she looked vigilant and puzzled.

The man kneeling on the ground, shaking and terrified without stopping, had appeared out of thin air without any warning.

You had to know this was the Flower Room.

No powerhouse in the current world could quietly infiltrate this place, not even Rocks D. Xebec from over forty years ago.

Yet the strange thing was.

Judged by the aura sensed through Observation Haki, this man who had silently and out of thin air infiltrated the Flower Room was practically hopelessly weak.

She had never seen such a frail man before.

He was no different from an ant or a bug, the kind that could be easily crushed with a single finger or stamped to death with one foot.

Even so.

Manmayer Gunko did not let down her guard, perhaps his weakness was merely a disguise.

In reality, his true strength was extremely formidable, causing the tier to be so high that her Observation Haki made a false judgment.

"Who are you, and how did you manage to infiltrate Imu's Flower Room without Imu noticing?"

Saint Nerona Imu gazed thoughtfully, looking down condescendingly at Tang Ming with a trace of doubt in his heart.

He had not seen clearly how Tang Ming appeared before him either, as there was zero movement trajectory.

The opponent was not a Devil Fruit user either.

The crucial point was weakness.

Too weak.

He saw at a glance that the other's body was nearly hollowed out and overdrawn, his spirit listless and weary, inferior even to a healthy dog.

Therefore, it was contradictory—how could someone so weak and pathetic appear before him out of thin air without being noticed?

As his words fell.

Saint Nerona Imu reined in all of his aura, having only leaked a tiny bit just now, yet the opponent looked close to death even without using Conqueror's Haki.

Hoo, hoo, hoo...

When Saint Nerona Imu withdrew the oppressive pressure, Tang Ming took a deep breath, though his body still convulsed and shook uncontrollably.

Especially his legs, which trembled with extreme severity.

What to do, what to do.

Transmigrated is transmigrated.

But why did it have to be a physical transmigration?

And right in front of the final boss, Saint Nerona Imu—is there any path to survival left?

Where is the golden finger?

There was no sound for a long time, so it seemed to be gone.

Motherfucker.

One second he was nearly dying of sudden cardiac arrest, and the next second was no better!

All of a sudden.

Cold sweat rolled like beans one by one from Tang Ming's forehead, then slid across his cheeks and fell onto the grass.

How was he supposed to preserve his life?

"Ah—"

Suddenly.

Tang Ming let out a miserable scream, his sweat-drenched face instantly turning pale and distorted.

An arrow-shaped ribbon, as hard as steel, easily pierced his shoulder, hanging him forcefully in mid-air.

Pungent, crimson blood spilled onto the grass, like blooming red roses.

At the other end of the arrow-shaped ribbon, Manmayer Gunko wore a cold expression, her heterochromatic pupils filled entirely with apathy toward life.

She showed no mercy as she said, "A mere bug. Lord Imu asked you a question, what are you hesitating for?"

This strike was a probe by Manmayer Gunko, intended to see whether Tang Ming was truly weak or merely pretending.

Therefore, Saint Nerona Imu did not stop her.

"Ah, ah, ah—"

Tang Ming struggled in mid-air, his right hand instinctively grabbing the continuously twisting arrow-shaped ribbon. That kind of pain penetrated deep into his marrow.

"I'll speak, I'll speak."

Tears were about to burst from Tang Ming's eyes because the arrow-shaped ribbon kept twisting.

He could even clearly sense the sound of it rubbing against his bone, and every single twist brought him a brand-new torment.

He had no backbone; he completely couldn't endure it.

Nor did he want to endure it.

"I don't know how I appeared here either, spare my life!"

"Lord Imu!?"

Manmayer Gunko turned her head to look at Saint Nerona Imu, her eyes asking whether to finish him off.

"Dispose of him."

Saint Nerona Imu's expression was indifferent as he turned to leave. Aside from the fact that the other party suddenly appeared, the rest possessed no research value whatsoever.

He had no wish to waste any extra time on this ant.

"Yes!"

Manmayer Gunko nodded respectfully. The arrow-shaped ribbon abruptly lengthened, its tip curling around to head straight for the back of Tang Ming's head.

Pinching to death a bug really only required moving a finger.

This world is fake. Just like a manga, it was drawn by someone—

And you, Saint Nerona Imu, the King of the World, the true behind-the-scenes master of the World Government, are also the major antagonist and final boss defined in the manga. You are destined to be taken down by the protagonist's crew in the future.

You are all characters in a manga.

His little life was in peril.

Tang Ming panicked terribly, his mind going hot and directly self-destructing, because at present this was the only way he might possibly survive.

As for what kind of consequences would be caused after this self-revelation, it was no longer within the scope of his consideration.

"Gunko."

Saint Nerona Imu, who had already turned around, looked back, his evil and charming face filled with shock and uncertainty.

At the same time, Manmayer Gunko also halted her attack, her heterochromatic pupils likewise holding sheer astonishment and suspicion.

Manga—she naturally knew what it was.

Because in her leisure time, she used manga, storybooks, and novels to pass the time.

"Lord Imu, this bug is talking nonsense! How could the world be fake, and how could we be manga characters?!"

After her initial astonishment, Manmayer Gunko was filled with anger, yet her voice trembled slightly.

Such an absurd thing.

She did not believe it.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!"

"Whether it's true or false, you just need to sign the abyss contract with me, and you'll be able to control everything about me, including my memories."

"Explaining is too slow! Saint Nerona Imu, see for yourself!"

Blood was still flowing from Tang Ming's shoulder, and the pain hadn't lessened in the least. Things had reached this point, so he had simply given up caring.

He had been a working-class draft horse in his past life anyway.

Whose boss wasn't he working for?

In the original story, Saint Nerona Imu was also a pretty decent boss.

You could tell just from the fact that he was able to protect the descendants of the other eighteen first kings until now.

That was 800 years.

He had truly achieved co-existence with the nation.

Moreover, once he signed a contract with Saint Nerona Imu, he had the chance to gain immense power, an immortal body, and the status of a Celestial Dragon.

These debut conditions could already be considered reaching the heavens in a single bound.

Right now, he had to survive first before discussing the future.

Selling himself out it was!

That was still better than dying immediately.

"You even know about Liam's abyss contract?"

This time, Saint Nerona Imu was interested!

Judging from the other person's few words and appearance, it did not seem like deception.

Could this world really be a manga world?

And was he not truly existent, merely a puppet on strings pulled by a manga author?

The key was that he was even the main villain?

At the thought of this, Saint Nerona Imu's face turned frighteningly cold.

Throughout the long span of 800 years, he had been lonely, and aside from slumbering, he simply sought some amusement to pass the time.

Naturally.

Manga, storybooks, and novels had also accompanied him at times.

Because of this.

He was very clear on what manga was.

Zika-ka--!!!

Saint Nerona Imu extended his right hand and made a grasping motion through the air toward Tang Ming. The previously fair and pleasant flower room abruptly changed.

Wisps of spine-chilling black lightning appeared in the air, followed immediately by the appearance of a five-pointed star magic circle beneath Tang Ming's feet.

Manmayer Gunko took the opportunity to retract her arrow-shaped ribbons, and Tang Ming dropped straight down into the five-pointed star magic circle, ultimately being submerged.

In an instant.

Tang Ming felt something indescribable vanish from within his body—unclesrprisingly, it should have been a portion of his lifespan.

After the black lightning and magic circle vanished.

Tang Ming, who reappeared, had changed drastically in appearance.

He had demonic horns atop his head, and his pitch-black eyes lacked whites.

His head of black hair turned grayish-white, red cracks spread across his neck, and his physique swelled dramatically from 1.78 meters to 2.6 meters.

At this moment.

Tang Ming felt exceptionally powerful, capable of killing an elephant with a single punch. The surging power inside his body made him roar out uncontrollably.

"Let Imu see your memories--"

To view Tang Ming's memories, Saint Nerona Imu signed the shallow-sea contract, which was part of the abyss contract.

It was the lowest rank among the three contracts.

Had it not been for the need to view memories, Saint Nerona Imu would have directly turned him into a pitch-black thrall through domination.

Because in his eyes, Tang Ming was completely unqualified to sign a contract.

The next moment.

Saint Nerona Imu's consciousness appeared within Tang Ming's body, directly seizing control of it.

For this reason.

Tang Ming, who had already been demonized, underwent another change in appearance, growing not only a pair of bat wings but also a demonic tail.