He turned to face the pirate ship drawing ever closer.
The next instant, he drove his toes hard against the bow and shot through the air like a white arrow loosed from a bow, hurtling straight toward the pirate ship.
"-!"
The guard commander's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. He stood petrified on the spot.
Before he could recover from his shock, another white figure soared into the air close behind.
A pair of enormous bat wings covered in dark gray membranes suddenly spread beneath Stussy's pristine white CP0 cloak.
Her wings beat powerfully, kicking up a blast of air. Like a streak of white lightning, she swept after Saint Dio, her golden curls streaming through the air.
The guard commander stood there dumbly, watching the two figures streak away one after the other. His lips moved for a long time before he finally squeezed out a single word:
"...What?!"
Was this really a Celestial Dragon as he knew them?
Chapter 4: The "greatsword" stirred
Aboard the pirate ship flying a ferocious skull flag, the sea breeze billowed the black canvas. The flag bore a skull with its bloody maw spread wide.
"Boss, are you sure that ship ahead is a merchant vessel?"
A pirate stood by the rail, shading his eyes as he gazed toward the enormous, lavishly designed ship ahead, and asked uncertainly.
The man he called "boss" stood at the very front of the bow.
"Hmph, are you questioning my judgment?"
The pirate captain snorted, his fingers lightly stroking the hilt of the saber at his waist.
"A ship of that caliber has to be a large merchant vessel from some kingdom. And judging by how deep she's riding, she must be carrying plenty of cargo."
He spoke with absolute conviction, his eyes gleaming with certainty that the prize was his.
In truth, he had not recognized the Celestial Dragons' flag flying from that ship at all.
Or rather, with his limited experience, he had never even seen a real Celestial Dragon.
"Then we're all set!" Hearing how certain his captain was, the pirate lackey immediately grew excited. He rubbed his hands together, the flesh of his brutish face bunching up in a grin. "The Slaik Pirates are going to make another fortune!"
The other pirates aboard cheered as well, as though they could already see a whole shipload of gold, silver, and treasure beckoning to them.
Just as they were lost in their lovely fantasies of wealth...
"Boss! Look! There's a black dot flying this way!"
A sharp-eyed pirate lackey suddenly pointed at the rapidly approaching shadow in the sky and shouted at the top of his lungs.
With a cigar clenched between his teeth, the heavily bearded captain impatiently snatched the spyglass from his first mate's waist and raised it to his eye, grumbling, "What's all the fuss? It's just a seabird..."
His voice cut off abruptly.
Within the spyglass's circular field of vision, the black dot rapidly grew larger, its outline becoming clearer.
It was no seabird, much less a flying fish. It was a person.
A White Hair youth in a white robe, with an unsheathed longsword at his waist, hovered in midair by alternately stepping on the air in a way that utterly defied common sense.
"H-how is that possible?!" The captain lowered the spyglass, rubbed his eyes hard, and raised it again. "How can a person fly?! A Devil Fruit? No, he doesn't look like he's eaten a Devil Fruit!"
His understanding of the world suffered a tremendous shock.
During those few seconds of astonishment, another white figure appeared in the sky.
A pair of enormous bat wings spread through the air, hovering steadily beside the White Hair youth. Their owner was a voluptuous woman in a white uniform, her golden curls dancing in the sea breeze and a cold smile playing on her lips.
Saint Dio looked down from above at the pirate ship beneath him, as tiny as a toy, without the slightest ripple in his eyes.
He slowly tightened his grip on Jörmungandr's hilt, feeling the power of the enormous beast sleeping within the blade begin to awaken.
He raised Jörmungandr high, pointing its tip straight at the heavens.
The next instant, he whipped it downward-
Under the sunlight, the dark silver longsword traced a dazzling arc through the air.
As that arc descended, an unbelievable transformation came over the blade.
It swelled and expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, as though some colossal creature sealed within the metal were breaking free of its restraints.
In the captain's spyglass, an enormous object covered in dark green scales suddenly filled his view.
Those scales were absurdly large. Just one was wider than the deck of his entire ship.
Then the sky went dark.
Not figuratively dark-the sunlight had actually been blocked out.
The captain stiffly lowered the spyglass and lifted his head, his pupils contracting sharply.
Directly above the pirate ship, a serpent's body of suffocating immensity was materializing out of thin air, as though summoned from the void. Its dark green scales glimmered coldly in the faint light, each as large as a sail.
The serpent's body wound and coiled, blotting out most of the sky. Its shadow fell like a moving island, enveloping the entire pirate ship and hundreds of meters of surrounding sea in darkness.
"M-monster!!"
"Abandon ship! Jump!!"
The pirates who had been so aggressive moments earlier instantly broke down. Wailing, they threw down their weapons and scrambled over the rails, plunging into the sea one after another.
Treasure and plunder meant nothing compared with saving their lives now.
As for the captain, "Caesar," who claimed to have a bounty of 130 million, his legs shook like leaves. A warm liquid ran down his trouser legs, soaking his boots.
He tried to maintain his dignity and roared, "I'm Caesar, a great pirate with a bounty of 130 million! A mere snake..."
But his legs had already betrayed him.
Watching that sky-obscuring serpent's body come crashing down with unstoppable force, the captain finally lost his composure. He screamed and dove into the sea after the others, desperately swimming away with every limb.
But could they escape?
The enormous serpent's body crashed down like divine punishment.
Boom-!
With a deafening crash, the sea seemed to have been struck savagely by an invisible giant hammer.
Seawater exploded to either side, raising white walls of water dozens of meters high.
Beneath the crushing weight of the serpent's body, the costly pirate ship proved as fragile as paper.
Its keel snapped, its deck shattered, and its masts broke in half. Fragments flew in every direction.
Within just a few breaths, the entire ship had been smashed into a heap of floating wreckage.
Then the tremendous impact of the falling serpent's body stirred up a violent whirlpool beneath the surface.
The seawater spun furiously, forming an enormous vortex nearly a hundred meters across. Its powerful suction dragged everything nearby inward.
The pirates who had just jumped into the sea and were desperately thrashing to escape had barely swum any distance before the whirlpool's pull caught them fast.
They screamed and struggled in terror, but could only watch helplessly as that irresistible force dragged them toward the center, where they vanished one after another beneath the churning white foam.
Within a few short minutes, the tumultuous sea grew calm again.
Only shattered planks and a few pirate flags floating on the surface testified that a ship and a band of pirates had once been there.
In the sky, Saint Dio withdrew Jörmungandr without expression.
The sword had returned to its original size and lay quietly in his palm.
Beating her enormous bat wings, Stussy lightly lowered herself beside Saint Dio. She covered her mouth and chuckled, her lake-blue eyes curving into crescents. "Oh my~ All finished already? I hadn't had my fill of watching yet."
As she gazed at Saint Dio's profile, sharply defined in the sunlight, her eyes gradually grew hazy. As though drawn by some invisible force, she could not help pressing herself against him.
Her full breasts, enclosed in her tight white uniform, pressed unreservedly against Saint Dio's arm, their softness reaching him through the thin fabric.
She raised her slender, fair fingers and lightly touched Saint Dio's chest. Through the robe casually draped over him, her fingertips slowly traced circles, one after another, with a teasing rhythm.
Her lake-blue eyes now shone with something close to obsession.
She rose slightly onto her toes and brought her cherry-red lips to Saint Dio's ear, her warm breath spilling over it.
"I'd like to be punished hard by Master's greatsword too..."
Her voice was like a hooked feather, brushing lightly over Saint Dio's eardrum before sending a tickle down his ear canal and into the depths of his heart.
His other "greatsword" stirred.
Chapter 5: Saint Dio's objective-take Amazon Lily!
Stussy, the woman Saint Dio had thoroughly conquered through "education with his rod," was now far beyond her counterpart in the original story.
Thanks to Saint Dio's intervention, she had eaten the even rarer Bat-Bat Fruit, Mythical Zoan, Model: Vampire.
This meant that she had not only retained her original bat abilities but also gained all the traits of the legendary vampire.
Compared with the Stussy of the original story, who could only rely on physical combat, her strength had now risen several tiers.
And all of it was thanks to Saint Dio's unique cheat.
As a transmigrator, his understanding of Devil Fruits far surpassed that of anyone in this world.
He knew very well that in this world where strength reigned supreme, Devil Fruits were the best shortcut for ordinary people to quickly join the ranks of the powerful.
So, from the moment he arrived in this world, he had consciously begun collecting fruits of every kind.
Using his Celestial Dragon allotment of the Heavenly Tribute, black-market channels, and even CP0's network of connections, he had accumulated a considerable stockpile over the years.
Although the vast majority were ordinary specimens of little use but too valuable to discard, Saint Dio did not mind.
Because the cheat he possessed was enough to turn trash into treasure.
It could synthesize multiple Devil Fruits, fusing them into an entirely new fruit.
The Snake-Snake Fruit, Mythical Zoan, Model: World Serpent inhabiting Jörmungandr, the sword in his hand, was a masterpiece ultimately created through repeated synthesis.
The name of the great serpent that encircled Midgard befitted its power.
And at that moment-
"Mmm... Mmmh..."
Saint Dio lay on his back on the spacious bed in the cabin's master bedroom, his white robe open to reveal his well-defined chest.
His breathing was steady and his expression indifferent. He looked as though he were merely taking an ordinary rest.
Below his waist, however, it was a different scene.
Stussy had her head buried between his legs, her golden head bobbing up and down with practiced, rhythmic movements.
Her alluring little cherry mouth, normally so eloquent, was now stuffed full, her red lips clamped tightly around him in a taut O.
Her chin was already wet. Unable to swallow, she let clear saliva spill from the corners of her mouth, drawing it out as her head moved back and forth. It gathered into a glistening bead at the tip of her chin before finally trembling free and dripping into her deep cleavage.
Every so often, a pronounced bulge rose in her throat, stretching it into that fearsome shape. She merely furrowed her brow slightly before sucking and bobbing even harder, as though savoring some rare delicacy.
It had to be said that a vampire's skill with her mouth truly was remarkable.
She was not only first-rate at sucking blood but unmatched at sucking cum.
Saint Dio kept his eyes half closed, enjoying the pleasure of that wet, hot tightness enveloping him, but his mind had already drifted into another dimension.
He was thinking.
Over the years, he had used his status as a Celestial Dragon and the advantages of his cheat to accumulate considerable power and resources.
But most of that power was out in the open.
His CP0 status, his Celestial Dragon privileges, and even the Devil Fruits he had collected all fell within the Five Elders' surveillance.
He needed a hidden force.
A covert piece on the board, entirely outside the World Government's structure and unknown to the Five Elders or even Imu.
This force would normally lie hidden in the shadows, taking no part in any major events connected to the plot. Only when necessary would it carry out tasks for him that could not be brought into the open.
Only then could he advance his ultimate plan without arousing those old foxes' suspicions.
Saint Dio's fingers slipped unconsciously into Stussy's hair, gently stroking her scalp.
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