The Holy Land of Mary Geoise
In the throne room of Pangaea castle, five elderly men with aged appearances but vigorous spirits knelt respectfully on the ground, facing the high steps ahead.
At the top of the steps stood twenty weapons—swords, spears, and halberds—planted firmly.
Behind these weapons, was an enormous throne.
The throne loomed high above, exuding an aura of sacredness and solemnity even when unoccupied.
It seemed that whoever sat upon it would wield supreme power, holding dominion over life and death across the entire world.
Tap, tap, tap.
A series of steady, powerful footsteps echoed from the depths of the palace.
The five kneeling elders grew even more respectful, lowering their heads even further, as though the approaching figure possessed an overwhelming presence that inspired deep awe.
This was nearly impossible.
For these five kneeling elders were none other than the Five Elders, the highest authorities of the World Government, wielding the greatest power in the world.
Even Fleet Admiral Akainu of the Marines would stand humbly in front of them, enduring scoldings from these elders.
The World Government controlled the Marines' financial lifeline, with hundreds of billions in annual funds passing through the hands of these five elders.
This was the primary reason why, despite many within the Marines who upheld justice and despised the World Government's actions, they could not rebel.
Whoosh!
A sudden breeze, carrying the fragrance of grass and flowers, swept through the sealed hall.
A cold, indifferent voice resonated directly in the minds of the Five Elders, bypassing the air as if spoken into the depths of their souls.
The voice was neither male nor female, neither old nor young—ethereal and enigmatic
"What is it?"
The Five Elders kept their heads bowed.
The elder in a suit, with slicked-back hair, spoke respectfully.
"Your Excellency Im-sama, there have been recent developments regarding the Beast God Pirates. We wondered if you had taken notice."
At some point, a tall, shadowy figure had appeared upon the Empty Throne.
Its form was distorted and indistinct, as though separated from the Five Elders by an entire world, existing in another dimension.
Even if the Five Elders raised their heads, they would struggle to discern the figure's features.
Only its eyes seemed to possess a peculiar power, capable of piercing through time and space, observing all places with an inexplicable allure.
Those eyes consisted of red pupils encircled by rings, resembling two whirlpools that could draw anyone who met their gaze into an abyss.
They radiated an indescribable majesty and an attitude of indifference towards all living things.
Im, seated high upon the Empty Throne, remained silent, unmoving like a statue.
The hall fell into utter stillness.
The Five Elders held their breath, as though afraid to disturb Im contemplation.
After a while, Im enigmatic voice echoed in their minds once more.
"Powerful strength, unique abilities, an ancient Oni race—they must not be underestimated. However, they are not descendants of D. The primary focus remains unchanged. Keep close watch on the Sun God Nika."
The Five Elders exhaled in relief.
Now that Im had spoken, the path forward was clear.
The elderly man holding a sword spoke.
"Then, should we eliminate Nika in advance?"
"Not yet. The drums of liberation from Nika are still too weak to... awaken..."
As Im voice trailed off, it became distorted, as though countless voices were overlapping, making it unclear for the Five Elders to discern.
The Five Elders exchanged subtle glances.
A bearded elder among them shifted the topic.
"Regarding the Celestial Dragon, Donquixote Doflamingo..."
"It matters not."
After Im uttered these two words, the hall plunged into deathly silence.
After a long pause, the Five Elders slowly raised their heads, gazing at the Empty Throne—now vacant, with no trace of Im presence, leaving them uncertain how they had vanished.
"Im-sama's majesty remains as profound as ever, truly..." Ethanbaron V Nusjuro chuckled but abruptly stopped, as if touching upon an unspeakable taboo.
The five elders exited the palace and entered the outer hall, where Rob Lucci stood motionless, hands at his sides, like a statue.
"Rob Lucci, inform Stussy that she must find a way to infiltrate Totto Land. Her relationship with Big Mom is still favorable. Have her gather all intelligence on the Beast God Pirates. If necessary, she may even invest her Pleasure District in Totto Land—offer some benefits to that Caesar to uncover more core secrets. Especially regarding Caesar's abilities, strength and his race."
"Understood."
Rob Lucci responded indifferently before turning to leave.
Marcus Mars chuckled lightly.
"CP agents like Rob Lucci are far too rare. Some, though intimidated, brainwashed and threatened, still risk betrayal. Only Rob Lucci remains a sharp blade."
"A pity his strength is still slightly lacking. At the very least, he should reach an Admiral level. The monsters of the New World grow ever more numerous—even Admirals dare not venture alone."
After some discussion, Nusjuro tapped his blade lightly on the ground.
"Once Sengoku's remains are retrieved, hold a tri-service funeral and bury him with full honors."
"Indeed. Sengoku was an exceptional Marine. A shame he couldn't enjoy a peaceful retirement."
Their voices gradually faded into silence.
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In the waters surrounding Totto Land, the waves parted as though an invisible ship was cutting swiftly through the sea, heading straight for a desolate island ahead.
"Spotted, Captain Teach! Devon's ship is indeed on that island. It seems Vasco words were true—they encountered Big Mom and were utterly annihilated."
A deep voice echoed from nowhere.
As the waves continued to part until reaching the island's shore, ripples distorted the air and a massive warship abruptly materialized out of thin air.
On the deck stood towering figures, each exuding overwhelming presence—especially two among them.
One radiated an aura like an ocean of blood, brimming with endless bloodlust.
The other emanated a dark, unfathomable energy, akin to the abyss of the underworld, swallowing all who dared to pry.
"Zehahaha, that old hag Devon, I always said she'd mess things up sooner or later. Useless in strength yet ridiculously arrogant, even daring to provoke Big Mom. Hmph, she forgets she's just the Moon Hunter, not the Moon Empress."
Teach frame had grown more than twice as large compared to two years ago, now approaching Whitebeard's former stature—massive and powerfully built.
Yet his demeanor remained as sinister and domineering as ever.
"Doc Q, find Vasco and see if he's still breathing. Then we'll head to the waters near Whole Cake Island as fast as we can. There might be some big fish to catch. I can feel it—the very space in these seas is wailing, convulsing violently. Zehahaha, that place has probably become a terrifying zone by now."
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