Leave Everything to the Gods

Faced with Vegapunk's solemn expression, Jaigollucia Satan stared at the Seraphim before him, lost in thought.

After a long silence, he finally spoke.

"At the next World Government Conference, based on the votes of the kings of each country, I will include this proposal on the agenda..."

Turning his gaze back to the bored-looking figure, Jaigollucia Satan gestured for Vegapunk and the others to slowly depart.

However, Vegapunk's true form did not notice that the innocent-looking York took a deep look at the Celestial Dragons of Mariejois, a fleeting look of reluctance in his eyes.

The white seagull flag fluttered in the wind, and with only a handful of people watching, Vegapunk's ship turned back towards the Marine's Eighth Research Institute.

"That Seraphim, how much of your power did you use?"

Jaigolusia Satan remained expressionless, his cold words spoken as if to a prisoner.

"Strength? That's just a rough distinction used to measure similar units. I never thought I would be reduced to the same standard of measurement as that kind of creation..."

"Furthermore, straighten your attitude, Jaigolusia Satan Saint. Don't think that just because you're immortal, there's no way to deal with this."

The merciless sarcasm caused Jaigollucia Satan to blush and involuntarily tighten his grip on his cane.

"I am your creator..."

"So what? In my eyes, you are no different from those lowly human weeds below. Are ants that are slightly larger not ants?"

His youthful and beautiful face revealed a sense of oppression that made Jaigollucia Satan Saint extremely nervous, a feeling that could easily take away his long life, which was extremely uncomfortable.

"Life is not all the same. A pig that has lived for hundreds of years may evolve human intelligence, but a god may be born briefly and be surpassed in an instant."

The icy chill was gradually approaching his soul. Just when Jaigollucia Satan thought everything was over, strands of black lightning began to coil around his body.

"Lord Imu!"

"Hmph, only once."

In the blink of an eye, the child before him transformed into countless particles of light and flew among the Flower Room. After letting out a long sigh, Jaygolucia Satan Saint realized that his expensive suit was soaked with sweat.

"I knew it was a mistake. I created a real monster, a monster that sees itself as a god."

"Extinguishing the spark of revolution means that the Celestial Dragons will have to live under the watchful eyes of such monsters, and that price is far too high..."

"Alas, now we can only pray that Lord Imu can suppress this brat. All the backup plans we had hidden in this brat have failed."

With a heavy tap on the floor, cracks appeared beneath the cane. Jaigollucia Satan turned and left, Vegapunk had established over the Seraphim.

"If only Vegapunk had developed the Authority Chip sooner, things wouldn't have become so passive."

On the other hand, in Pangaea Castle, within the Flower Room.

Imu stared blankly at the intelligence about Alabasta in his hand, as well as the photo of Nefit Vivi, lost in deep thought.

"What did you call me here for...?"

"..."

The child seemed to have long been used to Imu's silence and absent-mindedness. A maid dressed in the same style as Imu offered fruit and slowly withdrew.

Time passed second by second, but for the two of them, these seconds were nothing more than a tiny drop of water in a wave of a long life, insignificant indeed.

"You've come..."

Only after a moment of shock did he realize that two almost identical beings would appear in the world eight hundred years later.

"Should I catch her? She's just a human. I can catch her anytime I want."

"You are not allowed to interfere in my affairs."

His eyes, shrouded in shadow, flickered with displeasure. Only after the photo in his hand landed on the coffee table did Imu turn around, his scarlet eyes flashing with coldness and ruthlessness.

"The sparks of revolution have been ignited in the country by non-governmental organizations; let them extinguish their own beacon completely, Mother's children..."

"A boring lawn-mowing game, with terrible efficiency..."

Despite his dissatisfaction with Imu's orders, the child left the Flower Room and boarded a ship belonging to the God's Knights, which had been prepared in advance, because it was a task that could pass the time.

Just as Jaygolucia Satan was about to step into the Flower Room, his Den Den Den Mushi) suddenly rang.

Bahru bahru bah...

"Moshi Moshi, the Five Elders? I have some information here that can provide energy for all the weapons in the world. I wonder if you are interested?"

In an instant, Jaigolusia Satan's pupils contracted, because he recognized who the owner of the voice was.

What does this mean?

"It doesn't mean anything, I just wanted to fulfill a small personal wish. I want to become Celestial Dragons..."

Meanwhile, inside the Marine's Eighth Research Institute...

One of Vegapunk's clones, representing the righteous Shaka, entered the research room with the original Vegapunk. The Mother Flame, which used to burn Kuma in the Culture Vessel, had quietly disappeared in part.

"Shaka, I never dreamed that there would be a traitor among Vegapunk. Who do you think did it? Who stole the Mother Flame?"

"I don't know. As for the main body, that depends on the properties of the other Vegapunk characters themselves..."

"Edison represents thought, Pythagoras these two can be ruled out first. Atlas, representing rage, wouldn't do such a thing either; his role is to eliminate anger and rage in emotions..."

"Besides myself, who represents integrity, York represents desire, which is a suspect. The biggest suspect is Lilith, who represents evil. Who could it be?"

The two were at their wits' end. The fact that they had betrayed themselves was inconceivable to others, but on this Egghead Island that was five hundred years ahead of the rest of the world, it was not an impossible thing.

With a sigh, Vegapunk shook his head helplessly.

"I originally thought that as long as we could create endless energy, we could generate endless resources and restore peace to the world..."

"But now it seems that even I am swayed by external temptations, so how can I talk about saving the world!"

Sitting helplessly on the ground, Vegapunk fell into deep despair, especially after he recalled his past experiences of studying the Poneglyph in sync with his clones, which made him even more disheartened.

"Now is not the time to give up. Our true form, we are Vegapunk, the world's leading intelligence, the only being capable of analyzing ancient civilizations..."

"Since we cannot save the world, let us leave everything to God's will."