"How revolting... absolutely sickening."
Kaido finally reached his limit, glaring at Momonosuke's groveling, sycophantic face. The boy's desperate attempts to flatter Daemon were enough to make anyone sick.
"Can I kill him, Daemon... Holy?"
His spiked club had just shattered against Saitama, but Kaido didn't care. He clenched his massive fist, ready to bring it down on Momonosuke.
Despite their status as mortal enemies, Kaido had always held a degree of respect for Kozuki Oden. But now—seeing Oden's son reduced to this pitiful excuse for a man—he felt only shame on his behalf.
"Please—no! Don't do this! Don't be so cruel!"
Momonosuke trembled violently, his eyes darting to his mother, Kozuki Toki, begging her to intervene.
"Mother, say something! With your beauty, surely Lord Celestial Dragon will spare us! He'll want you!"
But Toki didn't respond. She just sat there on the ground, her expression hollow, posture still—as if asleep. She had seen through her son far too quickly. Whatever hope she once had for him had already vanished.
"Daemon Saint!" Momonosuke shouted, his tone shrill. "Take my sister too! I'll even call you Daddy—please, just let me live!"
In desperation, he reached toward Daemon, hoping that something...anything...could save him.
Smack!
The sound echoed through the silent room. It wasn't Kaido. It wasn't Daemon.
It was Hiyori.
Her palm still outstretched, she glared at Momonosuke with a mix of disgust and sorrow.
"You're not my brother."
Momonosuke froze, stunned.
"You're not worthy of being the son of our parents," she said coldly. "Not a leader, not even a man. You've dragged the Kozuki name through the mud."
"You… you hit me? You, a woman?!" he howled, clutching his reddening cheek. "How dare you—me, the heir of the Kozuki Clan! You should be grateful, both of you, to serve a Celestial Dragon!"
Hiyori didn't say anything else. Toki remained silent.
Momonosuke, however, raged on, his delusion only growing stronger.
"I don't care what anyone says! Mother, you and Hiyori will serve God himself! You should be..."
"God Avoid."
The golden light flashed across the room like a divine judgment.
Daemon didn't even blink as he drew and swung. The attack was far too powerful for someone like Momonosuke—an insult to the technique, really.
But Daemon had heard enough. The boy's words were filth that deserved no further breath.
In a blink, Momonosuke's head separated from his body and hit the ground with a thud, his lifeless eyes still wide with fear.
Blood began to pool beneath him.
"A-Aah!" Hiyori shrieked and stumbled back, startled by the sudden execution.
Toki's gaze fell to the lifeless body of her son. Her eyes didn't reflect surprise...only sorrow.
Perhaps death was mercy for someone like him.
"…At last," Daemon sighed, brushing off his blade. "That annoying brat is gone. Now, where were we?"
He turned to Toki and gently pulled the still-shaking Hiyori into his arms.
"Your son may have been worthless, but your daughter… she's impressive. You don't want her to be reduced to a slave, do you?"
"Hiyori…"
Toki's deadened eyes flickered with life—just a spark.
Yes. Hiyori still had a future. Unlike her son, she had courage. Fire. Even in the face of despair, she fought back.
Toki clenched her fists and slowly stood.
"…What do you want from me?"
She stared directly at Daemon. Her husband, her son—both gone by his hand. He was her greatest enemy. And yet, now he held the life of her only daughter.
Daemon didn't answer right away.
Instead, he tightened his hold on Hiyori and, with his free arm, pulled Toki closer into his embrace.
"Wait!" Toki cried, struggling. "If you want to take me, then fine! But let Hiyori go!"
"Oh? You think I'd hurt her? I'm not that heartless."
Daemon's voice was low, but laced with amusement. "But you're her mother, aren't you? It's only natural that a mother teaches her daughter... especially about her future as a woman."
"You bastard…" Toki hissed, still struggling in vain.
Kaido, who had been watching from outside, gave a low sigh beside Oden's lifeless body.
"…Worse than any pirate."
A few days later.
Daemon didn't leave Oden's house once. He remained there, claiming it was out of respect...for the sake of "educating" the surviving family.
Meanwhile, five warships led by Stussy arrived. In collaboration with Kaido and King, they began capturing pirates and civilians across the New World, forcing them to mine seastone and forge weapons.
Wano quickly became a production hub, its economy revived through brutal efficiency and a lucrative alliance with the World Government.
But such dramatic shifts did not go unnoticed.
Soon, the whole world was talking.
Morgans, never one to miss drama, plastered headlines everywhere:
"Navy Hero Sengoku Dies in Wano—Kaido Takes His Place!"
"Beast Kaido Joins the Navy!? Power Surges Instead of Crumbling!"
"The Kozuki Clan Falls—Punished by a God Among Men: Daemon Saint!"
Shockwaves rippled across the globe.
Kaido, once a pillar of piracy...now wore a navy coat.
The pirates raged and fumed, calling him a traitor.
But in truth, they could do nothing.
The World Government, surprisingly, said little about Sengoku's death. To them, the outcome was profitable—more seastone, more weapons, and Daemon's return with Moria meant the public execution of Pirate King Roger could finally proceed.
The Five Elders were pleased.
On the Moby Dick, the air was heavy.
"Oden…"
Whitebeard sat alone, his face dark. Wano had fallen. Kaido had betrayed the pirate world. Oden... His brother was gone too.
"Dad," Marco said cautiously. "Should we avenge Oden?"
The fire in his eyes betrayed his anger, his heartbreak. He and Oden had been close...too close.
But Whitebeard shook his head quickly.
"If Oden were alive, I would burn the world to bring him back."
He stood slowly, every step heavy with grief.
"But he's not. And storming Wano won't bring him home. It'll only get more of my sons killed."
'Not to mention... Oden isn't Roger's son. Otherwise, I wouldn't have minded agreeing to my beloved son's request...even if it meant leading them to their deaths, just to avenge him.'
He didn't look back as he entered his quarters, leaving behind sons torn between sorrow, rage, and reluctant understanding.
Navy Headquarters
"I expected this much…"
Fleet Admiral Kong leaned back in his chair, a grimace of pain flickering across his aged face. Only Zefa and Vice Admiral Tsuru remained by his side now—silent pillars of the fading era.
"I'll promote Gion immediately," Tsuru said firmly, though the weariness in her voice betrayed her sorrow. "Saint Daemon, that Celestial Dragon... he must have someone near him who truly loves the Navy."
The irony stung. Giving Gion—so young, so loyal—to a murderer like Daemon felt like a final slap in the face. After Garp and Sengoku's deaths, this decision only deepened the wound in her heart.
[Chat Group]
Saitama: "Mr. Daemon, is this mission not over yet? I'm going to get pulled back in two days!"
Uchiha Miyuki: "You'll get used to it. His Highness Daemon prefers fighting beautiful women over bald men."
Saitama: "Tch! When will men get the spotlight for once?!"
Uchiha Madara: "Hah! Seems I got lucky—I fought Daemon right after being resurrected."
Uchiha Miyuki: "And didn't he beat you so badly you almost gave up on life?"
Uchiha Madara: "You dare, brat? I'm your bodyguard, not your punching bag. Want Tsunade back in the village? Then behave."
Uchiha Miyuki: "Y-Yes, sir! Please, I beg you, just bring her home!"
Uchiha Madara: "Hmph. First, let's make you Hokage. Then we'll talk."
Uchiha Miyuki: "Roger that!"
Aizen Sōsuke: "Everyone seems lively. Life here is rather peaceful. The One Piece world lacks intensity, but the scenery, the culture—fascinating. Very different from Soul Society."
Aizen Sōsuke: "I came across a man who could turn his body to ice. Quite the unique ability. The Devil Fruits are remarkable."
Esdeath: "Elemental? That must be Kuzan."
Aizen Sōsuke: "Kuzan, is it? Tall man. No ears. Artificial legs made of ice. Fascinating creature."
Uchiha Miyuki: "Yup, that's him… Poor guy. Got crippled by Daemon, kicked out of the Navy, became a pirate—and still ends up meeting you, Aizen?"
Esdeath: "What's his condition? I always found him… intriguing."
Aizen Sōsuke: "Alive, surprisingly. Elemental bodies are tricky, but manageable. I wanted to study his Devil Fruit's properties, so I... kept him."
Aizen Sōsuke: [Image Attachment]
In the image, a minimalist laboratory glows under soft light. On the metal table lies Kuzan, silent and motionless. His torso has been opened—revealing flesh, organs, bone. A grim sight.
Uchiha Miyuki: "You call that 'alive'?"
Aizen Sōsuke: "His vital signs are stable. I intend to convert him—either into a Shinigami or Hollow. I want to see if he retains his Devil Fruit powers."
Uchiha Miyuki: "...Good luck with that."
Saitama: "Daemon! Quit flirting with girls and come out already! Men need fights too!"
Uchiha Miyuki: "Haha! Someone's getting impatient."
Luo Hao: "If only you were a beauty, Daemon would've been knocking at your door already."
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