Light and Shadow, [The Left Hand of God]

Aokiji frowned deeply. He didn't think the Lord of the Seven Deadly Sins would lie. He had no reason to do so, nor would he lower himself to deceive him in a place like this.

"Imu resides year-round among the Flower Room deep within Pangaea Castle, a room that does not exist."

"He comes from eight hundred years ago and secretly rules this world."

"He is an immortal being, and it is suspected that he underwent Eternal Youth Surgery."

A series of shocking events left Aokiji utterly stunned.

After a long while, he finally came to his senses and asked seriously:

"Lord, before you told me, I didn't even know this person existed, so what is your third question?"

I want to know the secrets among the Flower Room.

"Sorry, I don't know..."

Aokiji shrugged.

Dimon laughed. "You'll see, Aokiji. Don't disappoint me."

The sound gradually faded, and the world before my eyes began to distort.

When Aokiji came to his senses, he was back in his cell, still bound inside. It seemed that everything he had seen and heard during his audience with the Lord was just a dream.

But that's clearly not the case.

Nerona Imu Saint...

Aokiji silently pondered the name in his heart.

The Lord of the Seven Deadly Sins —is he absolutely certain I will investigate?

Aokiji had to admit, the Master's judgment of people was truly accurate; it was as if he knew him very well!

If you don't even understand the existence of Imu, how can you expect to see the world clearly?

Chapter 230 Light and Shadow, [The Left Hand of God]

Imu, Narona Imu...

I feel like I've heard this name somewhere before.

When Aokiji woke up, the name Imu still lingered in his mind, and he had a vague feeling that he had seen him somewhere before.

It's hard not to be intrigued by someone who has been secretly controlling the world for eight hundred years.

"Pangaea Castle, among the Flower Room... a room that doesn't exist? How do I find this place?"

As he pondered, Aokiji looked up; Kuranos was still standing outside the iron cage.

Upon seeing that he had woken up, Kuranos said calmly:

"It seems you have already met my lord."

Having said that, he opened the iron door to the cell.

Aokiji raised an eyebrow and said, "Are you letting me leave?"

"Be glad you're still somewhat useful, human."

Kuranos's right arm materialized into a giant serpent, which opened its blood-red maw and lunged at Aokiji.

"Wait... wait! This is a bit disgusting! Hey, can we try a different method...?"

Aokiji shouted in a hurry, but was swallowed whole by the giant python. Only his two arms remained outside, with the Seastone chains at his wrists connected to the wall.

"Humans, unlock its chains."

"Yes, Lord Kuranos."

Gordon emerged from the shadows, took the key, entered the cell, and unlocked the chains.

Now, the Aokiji was completely swallowed by the giant python, which then transformed back into an arm.

Gordon was astonished. Where did a person over two meters tall go after being swallowed?

Does Kuranos have an alternate dimension inside his body?

"You're done here. You can continue guarding the prison."

Leaving behind a single sentence, Kuranos turned and left.

Flame Island, Punk Hazard.

Beneath a rock face on the island, a golden light flashed in the shadows, and two figures emerged one after the other from the teleportation array.

Kuranos grinned and vomited the Aokiji out of his stomach.

Why did he faint again?

Belial sized up Aokiji; the latter was clearly unconscious.

"My stomach is full of poison; he's been poisoned." Kuranos said expressionlessly. "Heal him as ordered by your master."

"I know."

Belial nodded, his voice half-male and half-female, and breathed on the unconscious Aokiji.

"The Breath of the Archangel!"

The holy light blew like a warm breeze over the Aokiji, and its injuries visibly healed, with its severed leg beginning to regrow.

First comes bone regeneration, then flesh and blood, and finally skin.

In just over ten seconds, a new leg was created.

Aokiji's fingers trembled slightly as he slowly opened his eyes. He felt exceptionally well; aside from some exhaustion, his injuries had disappeared.

"You are free, humankind."

Upon hearing Kuranos's voice, Aokiji looked up and was momentarily stunned.

Angel Belial said calmly, "I healed you, including your lost leg, but this healing came at the cost of your life."

Aokiji subconsciously touched his severed leg; it was no longer a prosthetic leg made of ice, but real flesh and blood.

The Seven Deadly Sins members really do possess a wide range of abilities... Aokiji thought to himself.

I hope you will not disappoint my Lord.

With that final sentence, Belial and Kuranos activated a teleportation array and vanished in a flash of golden light.

Aokiji slowly got up and scratched his head. Right now, the more important thing was to replenish his energy. He had fought Akainu for seven days and seven nights, and then was captured by the Seven Deadly Sins. During this time, he hadn't eaten anything, and his strength was almost exhausted.

"Let's find something to eat first. By the way, where are we?"

Aokiji stepped out from behind the rock wall, surveying his surroundings, and murmured to himself, "I'm back in Punk Hazard..."

The next day.

"My benefactor, I'm so sorry, I have deeply regretted my actions!"

What have you reflected on?

In the royal palace's study, Dimon stood before the neatly arranged bookshelves, browsing through the books Gordon had collected in the past.

Elegia was destroyed seven years ago, but the palace suffered less damage. Thanks to Squidward's tireless cleaning, the palace is now completely renewed.

Uta bowed deeply in apology.

"I'm really reflecting on my actions, please forgive me."

Dimon shook his head. "Vileis, let her go."

"Yes, Master."

The little girl's voice came from a transparent square of cloth, Uta breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it leave her.

We're safe now!

What are you still doing standing here?

"Hehehe~ My benefactor, what book are you reading?"

Uta decided to improve her relationship with Dimon to avoid punishing her again. "Aren't you tired of standing? Let me get you a chair."

Stop talking and start moving things.

Dimon rolled his eyes at her. "Get out of my sight and go practice your Sing-Sing Fruit."

"Oh... okay."

Uta pursed his lips resentfully and had no choice but to leave obediently.

Once she left, Dimon finally had some peace and quiet. He continued reading, and half an hour later he closed the book and put it back on the shelf.

There isn't much information about the Demon King of Songs in the book, except for one thing that is somewhat related to it.

About 200 years ago, a world-renowned musician emerged in Elegia.

This person is Devil Fruit User, and even the Celestial Dragons come to him because of his singing voice.

Then something happened.

The World Government invited the musician to the Holy Land to hold a concert for the Celestial Dragons, and then... news of his death came back.

"Two hundred years ago, that does match up with the fact that the Demon King of Songs loosened his seal, as mentioned in the musical score."

"So, the previous Devil Fruit User died in the Holy Land?"

Dimon seemed lost in thought.

It may not necessarily be the previous generation; in the past 200 years, the Sing-Sing Fruit may have been eaten by different people.

However, to unleash the power of this fruit, one needs an innate talent for singing. For the average person, eating it wouldn't have much effect; instead, it would create an additional weakness: being unable to swim.

Dimon shook his head; that wasn't what he wanted to see. He wanted to know about the Demon King of Songs.

Unfortunately, this is not mentioned at all in the books here.

Dimon left his study and went to the palace's back garden.

N'Zoth the Octopus was wandering in the garden, like a diligent gardener pruning the greenery. He seemed to be in a good mood, humming a little tune that no one had taught him.

Seeing him reminded Dimon of something else.

He looked up at the sun in the sky. The morning sunlight was gentle and not too harsh. He slowly raised his hand and spread his five fingers.

Animation!

Dimon wanted to Animation the sunlight.

This scene had occurred at the very beginning of his transmigration; that time, he attempted to Animation the entire world, but unsurprisingly failed, and what was ultimately created was [A Breath of Fresh Wind].

Several months later, he tried again, but this time it wasn't the whole world, but the sunlight.

A faint golden light emanates from the palm, and the heart sets Animation sights on the sunlight.

The anticipated scene of light being Animation did not occur; instead, what was truly Animation was...

Dimon looked down at his feet, the light shining on his palm and leaving a palm shadow on the ground.

The shadow was unremarkable, but now it seemed to come alive and detach from the ground.

The index and middle fingers resemble two legs, walking back and forth on the ground, leaving two lines of writing.

[Owner.]

Seeing this amazing scene, Dimon was filled with astonishment.

He clearly wanted to bring the sunlight to Animation, but in the end, it was the shadows cast by the light that were Animation.

Light and shadow, two sides of the same coin?

Dimon carefully observed his shadow; in the sunlight, the shadow appeared to be missing its left hand, looking quite eerie...

The left hand, however, came to life, walked around on the ground, and wrote the words "Master".

"Would I consider this a form of self- Animation? Even if it's just a shadow."

Dimon observed the shadow of his left hand with astonishment. It had no physical form and could not be touched, yet it was undeniably real.