[Mission: Conquer Wano Country]
[Mission Objective: Defeat the Beast Pirates, overthrow the Kozuki Oden regime, and dismantle the Kurozumi Orochi shogunate.]
[Reward: Number of draws based on final mission evaluation. Prize pool: Treasures and abilities from the One Piece world.]
[Duration: 7 days]
[Participants: 3]
Uchiha Miyuki: "Simple enough. If this were twenty years later, maybe it'd be a challenge. But the current Beast Pirates? They're not all that. Even Kaido hasn't reached his peak yet."
Yamamoto Mei: "Right. No Tobi Roppo, no Jack the Drought. It's just Kaido, King, and Queen carrying the whole crew. Even if you throw in Oden and his retainers, Wano's overall strength isn't impressive."
Daemon: "Oh, and by the way—I already handled King. [image attached]"
Uchiha Miyuki: "Huh? Seriously? You really live up to your name, Daemon. The mission hasn't even started and the enemy's already lost one of their commanders."
Jibril: "Pfft—how dull. A bunch of powerhouses debating over weaklings. It's like elephants arguing over which ant is stronger."
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Not everyone in the group is strong, you know. Eriri, Sakura, and Erina… they'd be in real danger in a world like this."
Luo Hao: "No need to worry. Daemon would never let anyone fall. He's the most dependable when it matters."
Daemon: "Exactly. I'm no slouch now. If I let any of you get hurt in the one piece world, I'd be the embarrassment."
Eriri Sawamura: "'Not a slouch,' huh? That's some modesty. You could literally wipe out humanity if you wanted."
Sosuke Aizen: "Well, Mr. Daemon and the others are Reincarnators. They've seen greater worlds. With that kind of perspective, a little humility is natural."
Uchiha Miyuki: "Yep! Aizen, you nailed it. Talking about moon-splitters and world-busters? Sure, they're flashy, but still just surface-level destruction. There's always someone stronger."
Uchiha Miyuki: "You know what world really breaks the scale? A Certain Magical Index. There's a being there—called a Demon God. To them, worlds are playthings. One thought and they create or erase reality."
Daemon: "That's actually accurate. These beings defy logic. 1 + 1 might equal 3. Gravity? Optional. The sun might not rise just because they're bored. That's a Demon God. To them, even the rules of existence are malleable."
Tohsaka Sakura: "That's… beyond comprehension."
Aizen Sosuke: "Is this really something that exists? You sure it's not just fantasy?"
Uchiha Madara: "Shut up. I'm going to go into hiding again. I thought becoming a God of Death was a big deal. And now you're telling me I'm not even worthy to be mentioned?"
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "It's so extreme it sounds like a parody. Even light novels wouldn't dare write something this OP…"
Jibril: "The more you learn about the multiverse, the more insignificant you feel. Compared to the Demon Gods, even god of war Artosh might seem tame."
Luo Hao: "If you actually had to fight one of these Demon Gods… what would you do?"
Daemon: "Suicide. And honestly, even that probably wouldn't work."
Uchiha Miyuki: "Yeah… best case scenario, they don't notice you. Worst case? Hope you die fast enough."
Luo Hao: "…This kind of enemy is the ultimate mockery of martial cultivation. A lifetime of hard work, and in the end, you're not even worth the dirt under their feet."
Uchiha Miyuki: "Feet? Sis, even their hair is on another level compared to us."
Luo Hao: "…"
Esdeath: "Tch. I hate how realistic that sounds."
The chat group fell silent. What began as casual boasting had turned into a deep reflection on the vastness of power. It was like thinking you were rich, only to realize someone else casually spends your net worth before breakfast.
Fortunately, the system's notification broke the uneasy quiet:
[Congratulations! Group members Sosuke Aizen, Eriri Sawamura, and Saitama have accepted the mission. Please confirm your readiness.]
Eriri Sawamura: "Wait—ME? I got selected?! Daemon—no, Boss Daemon! You have to protect me!"
Daemon: "Relax. With the Otsutsuki Ancestor's bloodline, my stamina is basically infinite. I'll keep a Noble Phantasm active the whole time if I have to."
Esdeath: "You're talking about the Chaos Dragon Leviathan, right? It's been a while since we saw that beast unleashed."
Eriri Sawamura: "Leviathan? Chaos Dragon? Hang on, I think my system has data on that… There! Found it!"
Eriri Sawamura: "W-Wait, this thing could crush entire worlds just by turning in its sleep?! And you're gonna use it to protect me?!"
Daemon: "That's the plan."
Eriri Sawamura: "Boss! Please accept my eternal gratitude! You're amazing!"
Saitama: "Huh? I'm in the mission too! Why isn't anyone asking me to protect them? I'm a hero, you know…"
Uchiha Miyuki: "Probably has something to do with looks. Most girls like pretty boys."
Saitama: "…So cruel."
Aizen Sosuke: "Don't worry, Mr. Saitama. You can protect me." (PS: That's Sus as Hell)
Uchiha Miyuki: "…Wait, what?"
Yamamoto Mei: "Pfft—Aizen! You're stealing the spotlight now too?"
Saitama: "Well, if you're in danger, I'll protect you. No problem!"
Aizen Sosuke: "Much appreciated."
Aizen Sosuke: "So… when do we start the time travel?"
Daemon: "Just a sec. I'm notifying the Navy. Once they're set, we'll head to Wano."
Uchiha Miyuki: "Wait, why involve the Navy?"
Daemon: "Because the mission isn't to destroy Wano—it's to conquer it. And who better to govern than the Navy? If we're taking over, might as well do it properly."
Uchiha Miyuki: "Gotcha. Makes sense."
Daemon closed the chat and turned to Scarlet, who was sleeping beside him. Gently tucking the blanket around her, he raised his hand and tore open space, preparing to travel.
Navy Headquarters – Midnight
Despite the hour, the atmosphere inside the Navy's conference room was tense and sleepless. Marshal Kong, Vice Admiral Tsuru, and General Sengoku sat at the long table, shoulders heavy with exhaustion.
Ever since Garp's death at the hands of Daemon, none of them had found rest. They buried their grief in work, but it barely dulled the weight on their spirits.
Suddenly, Kong's eyes narrowed, his instincts flaring.
"…Who's there?"
Sengoku and Tsuru followed his gaze. Before they could react, the air in front of them twisted unnaturally—as though reality itself was a canvas, being effortlessly torn open.
From the void stepped a figure. Familiar. Imposing.
"Daemon… Saint?" Kong asked, voice uncertain, as if doubting his own eyes.
Daemon smiled as he stepped into the room, his presence making the space feel smaller.
"Yes, it's me," he replied with a casual nod, eyes scanning the trio.
"Still working this late? It's thanks to your dedication that we Celestial Dragons get to enjoy such a peaceful life."
Tsuru and Sengoku clenched their fists. His words, soaked in arrogance, stung. If Daemon hadn't killed Garp, they could have slept tonight.
But even more disturbing than his attitude was his ability. That spatial rift… Was it a new Devil Fruit? But hadn't Daemon used lightning before?
"Daemon Saint," Kong stood quickly, masking his caution with formality.
"Is there something you require of us… at this hour?"
"Prepare to mobilize," Daemon said flatly.
"Stussy will lead five warships into the New World, accompanied by Sengoku and Akainu. Once they arrive, Sengoku will remain stationed in Wano."
"What!?" Kong burst out, visibly shaken. "Leave Sengoku stationed in Wano? That's absurd!"
He stepped forward, desperation creeping into his voice. "Daemon Saint, Sengoku is the next Fleet Admiral! I've spent years—"
Shlick—!
A flash of silver. In a single, blinding instant, Kong's words were cut short—literally. His left arm flew through the air, severed cleanly at the shoulder.
For a moment, Kong stood there in stunned silence. The pain hadn't even caught up yet. If not for the blood pouring down his uniform, he might've thought he imagined it.
"S-Sir!!"
Sengoku's eyes went bloodshot as he lunged forward, but Tsuru grabbed his arm firmly, stopping him.
"That was a warning," Daemon said coldly, sliding his sword back into its sheath with precision.
"I'm not asking the Navy. I'm informing it. You serve the World Government. You are its dogs. Understand that."
"…Understood." Kong's voice came out hoarse and defeated, like an old man who'd aged a decade in an instant.
"I'll make the arrangements immediately."
Daemon smiled faintly. "That's the right attitude. If I'm in a good mood one day, maybe I'll even reattach your arm."
He turned, the space around him rippling once more before folding in on itself. Within seconds, he vanished, leaving only silence—and blood—behind.
BANG!
Sengoku smashed his fist through the conference table, fury etched across his face. "Unforgivable… That bastard! He's gone too far!"
Kong, still clutching his severed shoulder, spoke more calmly than expected. "Did either of you even see his sword move?"
Tsuru and Sengoku looked at one another, then shook their heads.
"…No. Not at all."
A chill settled over the room. If Daemon had aimed for their necks, would they even be alive right now?
Kong sighed deeply. "Sengoku… don't fight Akainu for the Fleet Admiral position anymore. It's pointless. And let go of Garp's death."
Sengoku said nothing. Just bowed his head.
After a moment of silence, Tsuru spoke up thoughtfully. "Did either of you notice… the girl beside Daemon Saint?"
Kong blinked. "Girl?"
Sengoku frowned. "What girl?"
"If I'm not mistaken, it was Scarlet—the princess from Dressrosa. Still a teenager. She was… asleep beside him."
Tsuru's voice softened, tinged with quiet pity. "That child's been ruined. Another victim of Daemon's twisted pleasures."
Sengoku snorted in disgust. "Hmph. That Daemon Saint is a debauched tyrant. Who knows how many princesses he's 'claimed' like this."
Kong turned toward Tsuru, puzzled. "Wait… Tsuru, why bring this up?"
She smiled faintly. "You know Gion is my little sister. Don't you think someone like her could win Daemon's favor?"
Kong's face darkened. "Tsuru… Don't tell me you're thinking of—"
"Relax," she interrupted. "I'm not sending her to assassinate him. I'm saying it might be better if she's at his side. So she can speak for us when the time comes. Isn't it better than letting the Navy become nothing more than a mindless tool of the Celestial Dragons?"
Kong's expression shifted slowly from panic to solemn understanding.
"…I see. I thought you meant something else entirely. Still—would Gion even agree to this?"
"I'll talk to her," Tsuru said quietly. "Justice always comes with sacrifice. I just… wish it didn't have to be her."
That very night, Marshal Kong, one arm short and all, moved swiftly.
By sunrise, Stussy had received her orders.
Five warships set sail into the New World, carrying with them Akainu, Sengoku, and a storm of dread.
Standing on the deck, Akainu's molten fists crackled with anticipation. "I've been waiting for this day. Daemon Saint is truly worthy of loyalty. The Beast Pirates will fall."
Stussy, standing nearby, took an unconscious step away from him, muttering to herself.
"…Can you not burn a hole in the deck, lava freak?"
Time surged forward like an unforgiving tide.
Outskirts of Wano Country
Five warships floated in formation across the calm sea, their flags fluttering beneath the cloudy sky. A tense stillness filled the air, the silence before a storm.
On the central ship, Stussy stood at the bow, a bright, almost mischievous smile curving her lips.
Behind her, Sengoku—known in his prime as the "Buddha"—stood with arms folded, his face hard as stone. Beside him, Akainu clenched his fists, jaw tight. Neither man said a word. They knew what was coming.
Above them, soaring on the back of a bone dragon no larger than a horse, sat Yinglili, her eyes wide with amazement as she gazed down at the landscape.
"This world… it's incredible," she whispered, wind brushing through her hair.
"It really is," Aizen murmured from nearby, arms crossed calmly as he floated beside her.
Saitama nodded in agreement, cape flapping lazily behind him.
"No matter how many worlds I see, this one's geography is pretty wild. No real roads, only waterfalls to enter. Who builds a country like that?"
Below them, on the deck, Daemon turned to King, whose face bore the evidence of a recent beating—a fractured cheekbone and blood caking his chin.
"Go ahead. Make the call," Daemon said casually, as if suggesting dinner.
King didn't argue. He picked up the transponder snail and dialed.
"Brother Kaido," King said without ceremony.
"I was captured by a Celestial Dragon. The Navy's here too."
There was a pause, then Kaido's voice crackled through the snail, low and furious. "...I see. Celestial Dragons, huh? Do you bastards really want a war with me?"
"Yes," Daemon's voice cut in gently, yet without the slightest trace of fear. "Isn't this what you were waiting for? You wouldn't have come for the heavenly gold otherwise."
Silence. Then—
"...Interesting," Kaido muttered. "In that case… let's begin the war."
The line cut off with a final click.
"Does that count as declaring war?" Saitama asked, scratching his head with a puzzled expression. "So… what now?"
"Now?" Daemon grinned, raising his hand. Sparks of electricity danced across his palm.
"Now we say hello."
He activated the group's live broadcast.
Crackling arcs of lightning began to swirl around him, growing more intense by the second. The sky dimmed as a storm formed overhead. In a flash, a glowing thunder spear materialized in his hand.
"I've tuned the output of this Noble Phantasm to just five percent," Daemon said calmly, almost thoughtfully.
"That should be enough to wipe out enough forces of the beast Pirates in wano. Only a few key individuals will survive. We only need those for the evaluation."
He raised the thunder spear skyward. His tone was light, but the weight of his words was immeasurable. The fate of millions hung by a thread—and he treated it like a simple equation.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, he hurled the spear.
It streaked through the clouds like a falling star, a divine judgment crashing down upon Wano.
This was no ordinary weapon—it was the thunder of the gods, a fragment of Zeus' fury, capable of rending stars and worlds.
Its name was—
"I am the thunder that tears apart the stars—!!"
--------------------------------------
Support me at patreon.com/Arthorain and read upto 50 Advanced Chapters!