Meanwhile, in the world of One Piece...
Daemon had no idea that nearly everyone in the chat group was talking about him behind his back.
He finally stepped out from Kozuki Toki's chambers, having stayed longer than expected. Before leaving, he knelt down and gently taught Kozuki Hiyori how to drink milk—claiming it would help her grow strong and healthy.
Toki had initially been furious. She hated the idea of her daughter drinking milk, especially milk made by Daemon himself. But something changed.
Perhaps it was the trace of Otsutsuki ancestral blood in Daemon's veins, or maybe something else altogether—but the milk had a powerful enhancing effect. In just a few days, both mother and daughter had visibly improved in strength and vitality.
Toki couldn't help but feel conflicted. She hated him, yes—but she couldn't deny the results. And when Daemon made his promise, she finally fell silent.
The promise was simple, almost too good to be true.
Wano would join the World Government—without paying the Celestial Dragon's tribute.
Kaido would become an admiral.
Kozuki Toki and Admiral Hyakuju Kaido would govern the new Wano.And Hiyori and Yamato would be trained as the next rulers.
If Toki were alone, she would've sneered at the offer. What ruler? Her husband was dead. Her people were gone. What use was power if it only served Daemon's twisted goals?
But she wasn't alone.
She had Hiyori.
And for her daughter's future—glorious or cursed—she swallowed her pride.
In just a few days, Kaido led the navy across the New World, capturing hundreds of thousands. Slaves, really. Forced into mining seastone and forging weapons. The numbers were staggering—nearly half of Wano's past population.
With Daemon's backing, Wano would become a superpower—wealthy, unstoppable, feared.
And for that… Toki endured. Her daughter would inherit more than ashes.
She held the exhausted Hiyori close, her own body still aching, and whispered, bitter and broken, "Oden… If only you had gone to Roger or Whitebeard. If only you'd acted faster… none of this would've happened."
[Chat Group]
Daemon: Tsk. First thing I see after logging in—everyone slandering me. Seriously?
Jibril: Oh please. You're a man who flirts with dragons, falls for a paper girl, and flirts with underage princesses. You're not just a scumbag—you're a historical pervert.
Daemon: You? The woman who collects the heads of strong men like trophies? You're the definition of a deranged maniac. You have no right to talk!
Esdeath: Ahahaha! Arguing again, I see. Look, everyone here is a little twisted. I'm the queen of mass murder—do I care?
Nakiri Erina: …
Kocho Shinobu: …
Jibril: Let's not forget, Mr. Daemon nuked an entire island in the One Piece world. No one even escaped. That's efficiency—psychotic efficiency.
Uchiha Madara: You'll get used to this. In our world, splitting mountains is just a warm-up. Who cares if there were people on them?
Aizen Sosuke: Indeed. The lives of the weak are like grains of rice. Do you remember how many you've eaten? No? Exactly.
Uchiha Miyuki: Pfft—Aizen, when did you start cosplaying as DIO?
Then, one message lit up the chat.
Saitama: Awesome! Daemon's finally free. Can we fight now?
Daemon: Ahem... Sorry, sorry. I got... distracted by Oden's lovely wife and her "gentle touch." Lost track of time.
Saitama: No problem! I'm ready whenever you are.
Aizen Sosuke: May I join the battle as well?
Yamamoto Mei: You serious, Aizen? Didn't you already get intimidated by Saitama once?
Aizen Sosuke: I've reconsidered. What better way to experience this vast world than through battle? Besides, I haven't tested Kyōka Suigetsu's full effect on opponents like them.
Uchiha Miyuki: Pfft—
Yamamoto Mei: You really think your hypnosis can beat Daemon or Saitama? That's wishful thinking.
Aizen Sosuke: Perhaps. But in a recent fight against Aokiji, my hypnosis worked—even through Observation Haki. That's promising.
Saitama: Sure thing. Let's all fight!
Daemon: Perfect. I'll open the live broadcast now.
[Group member Daemon has started a live broadcast.]
Everyone rushed into the room instantly.
This was the battle. The strongest in the group—Daemon and Saitama—were about to go head-to-head. Aizen? He was just seasoning.
On the screen, space twisted and split open as Daemon gently tore reality like paper.
Through the rift, Saitama and Aizen stepped into view.
"Terrifying," Aizen murmured, watching Daemon manipulate space like it was child's play. Even I can't do that...
Saitama: Can we start now?
Daemon: Yes. Let's begin.
But before anyone moved, Aizen raised his sword.
"Shatter, Kyōka Suigetsu."
A wave of energy burst out, enveloping both Saitama and Daemon in perfect, undetectable hypnosis.
"From this moment on," Aizen said calmly, "everything you see, hear, feel—it's my illusion. I am invincible."
Daemon tilted his head slightly. "…You sure about that?"
Saitama stared at his palm. "Hypnosis? Is that like when I forget what I had for lunch?"
Aizen: "You don't understand. You've already lost."
Daemon didn't reply. He simply raised his hand, gold energy crackling from his sword.
"Even with the illusion... if I slash this sword... will it hit the real you?"
Aizen froze.
Daemon didn't wait.
He twisted his wrist, and golden light arced through the air.
"God Avoid—!"
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