Trying to Win Over Saint Imu, Lusting After His Body

"Two-Sword Style: Two-Sword Slash: Tower Climb."

In the distance.

Blood trickled from the corner of Zoro's mouth as he launched himself from the ground, his two swords slashing upward.

At the critical moment.

Kaku straightened his long neck and narrowly dodged the attack.

Just as Zoro continued his assault, a door suddenly appeared in the air behind him, and a huge hand shot toward the back of his head.

"Revolving Door."

Creak—

Suspended in midair, Zoro had no way to evade this sudden attack.

As the Door-Door Fruit ability took effect, the middle of Zoro's face rapidly began to rotate, and his vision kept shifting.

He also saw who had ambushed him.

"A Devil Fruit?"

Zoro landed on the ground, his heart sinking as Kaku and Bruno's figures spun rapidly through his vision.

"Rankyaku."

Kaku and Bruno each kicked out in succession, whipping up the vacuum before them into shockwaves that sliced through the ground like tofu.

Zoro refused to give up. Holding both swords, he forcefully deflected the two slashes by instinct.

But fierce winds suddenly came from both his left and right.

Splat, splat—

Two fingers pierced Zoro's body, spraying blood everywhere. Then a massive foot slammed into his chin, sending him soaring into the sky.

In a flash.

Kaku appeared in midair ahead of him, spun around, and swept his right leg out in a devastating horizontal kick.

Zoro spat blood, clearly hearing the sound of his spine breaking before he was launched away and smashed into the embankment.

Just like that.

The entire Straw Hat crew had been defeated.

"How pitiful!"

On the embankment.

Califa leaped down while holding Sumer.

After landing, Sumer left Califa's embrace and walked over to Nico Robin, who lay in a pool of blood.

He crouched down and frivolously lifted Nico Robin's pale face with a finger.

Pain made Nico Robin's brows knit together, but she gritted her teeth and stubbornly refused to make a sound.

She was very resolute.

"Please let them go. As long as you spare them, I'm willing to do anything for you."

Nico Robin bit down on her alluring red lips, allowing Sumer to casually tilt up her chin.

Facing a Celestial Dragon, she dared not resist and could only plead bitterly.

Right now, she only wanted to save Nami and the others, even if it meant paying an unimaginable price.

"Anything for me? That sounds quite tempting."

Sumer stared at Nico Robin from inches away. Her features were deep and refined, with a distinctive high nose bridge and slender brows and eyes. Her dark blue eyes were utterly dim, like stars that had lost their light.

Her long black hair fell loose, carrying a faint, refreshing fragrance.

In person.

She was far more beautiful, more alluring, and more seductive than in the manga or anime.

"Robin~"

"Damn it."

Nearby.

Nami, Usopp, and Chopper lay in pools of blood, tears streaming down their faces. They had never really trusted Robin.

At the very least, they had always retained some wariness toward her.

But now they were moved to tears.

After hearing Nami and the other two call out, Sumer released Nico Robin's chin, stood up, and walked over to Nami.

That made Nami endure the pain and shrink backward.

"At this point in time, you're still too green. You look much prettier two years from now with long hair."

Sumer lifted Nami's chin. Her short orange hair was messily draped over her shoulders, and her brown eyes were filled with fear.

Her features were small and delicate.

But compared to how she would look two years later, with long wavy hair and a fuller, curvier figure—

The current Nami simply did not have enough charm.

At least, she was not attractive enough to Sumer, who liked sexy, mature women and juicy married women.

Nami was somewhat bewildered. She could not understand what Sumer meant. What did he mean by saying she would look prettier with long hair two years later?

He made it sound as if he had seen what she would look like two years from now.

But—

Why did this man—no, this Celestial Dragon—seem to know her?

"Saint Sumer, the Straw Hat crew has been completely captured."

"Saint Mars and the others have arrived as well."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Luffy, Zoro, and Sanji were tossed before Sumer like dead dogs. All three were severely injured and barely clinging to life.

Luffy's bloodstained face was filled with rage. He glared viciously at Sumer as if he would pounce on him the next second.

At the same time, a large number of Marines appeared on the embankment.

Saint Mars, Aokiji, and Doll were among them.

Seeing Luffy glare at him with such stubborn hatred, Sumer began to wonder.

This guy had never entered Gear Second throughout the entire battle. Otherwise, he would not have lost so quickly.

Could it really be because he had missed the experiences of the Sky Island Arc and had yet to develop Gear Second?

"Saint Mars, your timing is truly impeccable."

When Saint Marcus Mars arrived before him, Sumer pushed those thoughts aside and teased him, while glancing at Aokiji from the corner of his eye.

Aokiji was expressionless as he looked at the Straw Hat crew in the pool of blood, as though he did not know them.

Doll, however, looked visibly different when she saw Luffy.

"Is he Monkey D. Luffy, the one who ate the Nika Fruit? The protagonist of the One Piece manga?"

Saint Marcus Mars looked down and carefully examined Luffy, his voice appearing in Sumer's mind.

Clearly, he was using telepathy.

After all, there were too many people present.

"Yes. In the future, he will awaken as Sun God Nika, then defeat you all and Lord Imu, overthrow the World Government, and liberate the entire world."

Sumer deliberately made his mental voice sound grave.

"I find that difficult to believe."

Saint Marcus Mars fell silent for a moment, his eyes full of suspicion.

No matter how he looked at it, he could not believe that this wretched fellow lying in a pool of blood, breathing as weakly as an insect, could defeat them, defeat Lord Imu, and overthrow the World Government.

"Saint Mars, a protagonist who has not yet grown up is not a true protagonist. Only after he truly defeats Lord Imu and topples the World Government will he become the real protagonist."

"If I hadn't read the One Piece manga, I wouldn't believe that this reckless fool who causes trouble everywhere and does nothing productive could be the protagonist either."

Sumer was not lying. He genuinely meant it.

Because realistically speaking.

Luffy started with a tiny boat, then later dared to sail across the seas in nothing but a wooden barrel. And he was a Devil Fruit user. If he did not have some luck on his side, he would have died long ago.

At first, the bonds and adventures had made Sumer's blood boil.

But gradually, the more he watched, the more wrong it felt.

What kind of adventure was this? It was clearly a vacation trip for a bunch of rich kids—

Every time Luffy encountered an enemy, he would shout his dream catchphrase: "My name is Monkey D. Luffy, and I'm the man who will become the Pirate King."

Anyone with even a little reputation who had spent time on the seas would give some face upon hearing the surname Monkey.

That was called knowing how the world worked.

Otherwise, some old man might come knocking one day and say he was going to give you a Fist of Love. Who could withstand that?

All one could say was that to survive out there, you needed strength and connections. Otherwise, you would only be a nobody.

"You make some sense. In any case, let's escort them to Mary Geoise first and let Lord Imu decide."

"We're leaving now?"

"Tomorrow. It's raining."

Saint Marcus Mars raised his head and looked at the cloud-filled sky as a fine drizzle slowly began to fall.

They had already obtained the Pluton blueprints and captured Straw Hat. It was a sure thing.

There was no need to rush.

"Okay."

Seeing that Saint Marcus Mars was not worried in the slightest, clearly having never suffered the malice of a protagonist's plot armor, Sumer could not be bothered to persuade him.

He also wanted to see whether Straw Hat truly possessed some unseen protagonist's plot armor.

If he did, then from today until Straw Hat was escorted to Mary Geoise, plenty of accidents would definitely occur.

For example, Monkey D. Dragon could receive word and lead Revolutionary Army officers in a prison break.

There were also the Red-Hair Pirates, Monkey D. Garp, Fire Fist Ace, and so on.

Even Aokiji in the group was an uncertain factor. He might secretly interfere.

In any case, Sumer did not need to worry too much.

If the sky fell, Saint Nerona Imu would hold it up. If things developed into the final battle, Sumer could simply hide in Bruno's alternate space.

Besides.

The Straw Hat crew escaping would better suit his plan of letting the snipe and clam fight while the fisherman reaped the rewards.

At a critical moment, he might even give them a push from behind. It all depended on whether the Straw Hat crew could live up to expectations.

There was another piece of good news.

Sky Island, the Pluton blueprints, and Straw Hat—he had already proven all of them one after another. From here on, his position with Saint Nerona Imu should be completely secure.

When facing the other Celestial Dragons, including the Five Elders and God's Knights, he could act tougher and more arrogantly.

After all, he was the key to whether Saint Nerona Imu could return to "Earth."

If Saint Nerona Imu wanted to achieve true transcendence and meet Oda, he had to keep Sumer alive and strengthen him.

On top of that, Sumer knew his place and knew how to handle people. Wouldn't that make it easy to wrap Saint Nerona Imu around his finger and earn even more importance and trust?

It was a pity Saint Nerona Imu was not a woman. If he were, Sumer would even want to win him over.

Or perhaps turn him gay?

Wait.

Maybe he could turn Saint Nerona Imu into a woman.

Emporio Ivankov's Hormone-Hormone Fruit could do that. It would only take a few injections.

It was just that, before he transmigrated, some One Piece fans had speculated that Saint Nerona Imu's body contained the souls of the other eighteen original kings...

Enough.

His thoughts were getting more and more off track.

Sumer hurriedly shook his head and tossed aside those impractical, wicked thoughts.

Still, this showed that Sumer had quite the imagination and plenty of ideas.

He would not easily develop dementia when he got old.