To Witness the Fall of a Tyrant!
The emotions that had long been suppressed in the hearts of the people erupted like a tidal wave.
Cheers and shouts filled the air.
"Kill him! Kill him!"
They chanted in unison, their voices rising like a storm.
As long as the king—the symbol of the old, corrupt regime—was dead, perhaps the legendary great pirate, the Heavenly King, Caesar, could truly bring them a new era of hope.
Yet, in the face of these deafening cries, the imposter standing beside Caesar remained silent.
The image of the king, displayed across the kingdom, became the focus of everyone's hatred. The people cursed him, urging Caesar to act swiftly.
This explosive outpouring of emotion—like pouring oil onto fire—was exactly what Caesar had anticipated.
With a calm expression, he extended his hand toward the king.
The king's body, as if controlled by an unseen force, was lifted off the ground and pulled toward Caesar's outstretched fingers. In an instant, Caesar grasped his neck.
Even in this moment, the condemned man showed no panic. His eyes were steady, unreadable.
Seeing this, Caesar's voice softened.
"Go with peace of mind…"
With a single, forceful twist, the king's neck snapped.
A stunned silence followed.
No one truly understood the weight of those words—except for the fallen king himself.
A flicker of understanding and gratitude passed through the man's eyes before they dimmed forever.
Then, a deafening roar of cheers erupted across the kingdom.
The revolution had succeeded.
The tyrant was dead.
The Caesar family would now take the throne. The Heavenly King had officially seized control.
But Caesar's work was far from finished.
Securing the Devil Fruit
With the king's lifeless body still in hand, Caesar disappeared from the execution site in the blink of an eye.
In less than ten seconds, he was back aboard his ship, the Rex.
His first destination—the Seastone containment chamber.
Though the man's neck was broken, he wasn't completely dead yet. His body was in a state of slow, inevitable demise. This brief window was crucial.
During this time, the Imitation-Imitation Fruit's effect wore off, revealing the king's original face—the imposter Caesar had carefully positioned in his place.
This was precisely why Caesar had cut off the live broadcast the moment he executed the "king."
With expert precision, he secured the body in the chamber. The fruit's transfer process had begun.
If things went as planned, the Imitation-Imitation Fruit would soon be reborn—without falling into enemy hands.
With this task complete, Caesar returned to the palace, seamlessly resuming the broadcast.
A New Order Begins
This time, the screen displayed split views—showing every member of the Caesar Pirates across different locations in the kingdom.
Caesar's voice rang with absolute authority.
"All fighters—lock down the entire island!"
"Arrest every corrupt royal, noble, and minister. They will face justice from the people!"
"Confiscate all their wealth!"
No evildoer would escape judgment.
The king was only the first to fall. He was the face of tyranny, but the roots of corruption ran much deeper.
To win the people's trust—to truly become the new king—Caesar had to erase the old order entirely.
The execution of the corrupt would not just be punishment. It would be a public spectacle.
The citizens, already fervent with emotion, erupted into cheers once again.
The nobles and ministers—once untouchable—were dragged from their lavish estates, bound, and taken to the Grand Plaza of the Capital.
Thousands of them, forced to kneel in a row.
Their terrified faces were broadcast across the kingdom.
Yet, this transmission was not only reaching the island's citizens.
It had also been intercepted by the World Government and the Navy.
At Marine Headquarters, a grim silence hung in the air as the admirals and officials watched the unfolding spectacle.
Justice or Tyranny?
"What is Caesar planning?"
"If his goal was just to seize power, he wouldn't go to this extent. Why expose everything like this?"
The Navy officers exchanged uneasy glances.
At the Holy Land of Mariejois, the Five Elders watched in utter disbelief.
"This is ridiculous. Does he actually intend to govern this kingdom?"
To them, commoners were insignificant pawns—resources to be used and discarded at will.
A pirate speaking of "justice" was nothing short of absurd.
But in the eyes of the people…
Justice was unfolding before them.
The Purge
One by one, the criminals were dragged before the people. Their crimes were read aloud for all to hear.
"Count Gusta—crimes: human trafficking, embezzlement, and murder!"
Before he could plead for mercy—his throat was slit.
"Prince Karl—crimes: bribery, aiding criminals, and execution without trial!"
Another execution.
"Lord Liedon—crimes: illegal land seizures, slavery, mass murder!"
The people watched in stunned silence. Then, anger turned to satisfaction.
Each name read aloud was one more nightmare erased from their world.
Caesar had long prepared for this moment. The impostor-king he had installed had secretly gathered irrefutable evidence against every corrupt noble and official.
With this evidence displayed, there was no room for protest—no lies to hide behind.
One by one, they were executed before the kingdom's eyes.
Corrupt ministers. Greedy nobles. Ruthless enforcers.
No one was spared.
Their bodies were lined up in the Grand Plaza—a grim but necessary sight.
The people did not mourn. They rejoiced.
In their eyes, this was not a massacre.
It was redemption.
A New Era Begins
As the executions concluded, the people's voices reached a fever pitch.
"Heavenly King! Heavenly King! Heavenly King!"
The entire island shook with their cries.
Caesar felt his blood boil at the sound.
This moment was absolute.
He had won the people's hearts.
He had erased the old order.
He had forged a new future with his own hands.
Then, he delivered his final decree.
"These criminals have stolen from you for generations!"
"As your new king, I declare that all their wealth shall be distributed equally among you!"
The crowd fell into stunned silence.
Then, an eruption of cheers—deafening and endless.
Tears of joy. Shouts of triumph.
For generations, they had suffered.
For generations, they had been slaves to greed and cruelty.
Now, for the first time, their suffering had ended.
And the one who gave them freedom…
Was Caesar, the Heavenly King.
Among the celebrating masses, one figure stood quietly.
With his face tilted toward the sun, Fujitora—known as Issho—smiled faintly.
"I wish I could open my eyes and see this new world for myself."
But as he listened to the people's voices, he knew.
A revolution had begun.
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