The Government Moves
Location: Pangaea Castle – Hall of the Gods, Mary GeoiseTime: Two Days After the Fall of the Island Stronghold
The immense chamber was draped in shadows, lit only by the eerie flicker of golden torches. The marble beneath the feet of the Five Elders gleamed red, as if stained permanently by blood.
Each Elder stood around the map of the world — projected as a glowing illusion in midair — and watched as a single dot blinked red in the New World.
🔴 TARGET: VEGITO – THREAT LEVEL 9
"He struck with precision," said the bald Elder, eyes cold behind thin spectacles. "Destroyed a critical supply line. Commanded advanced weather, gravity, energy, and mystic-based warfare."
"His technology is beyond our current fleet's capabilities," said the Elder with the curved beard, arms folded. "That ship... The Hyperion... sails sea, air, and dives into the depths."
The Elder with the katana on his lap grimaced. "He fights like a god. Worse… he inspires like one."
The Silent Throne
The doors to the chamber creaked open without sound, and all five Elders turned, bowing their heads as a solitary figure stepped into view.
Imu.
Draped in an ancient black cloak, a subtle hum of power pulsed in the air around them. Their face remained veiled, indistinct—like a memory forgotten the moment it was formed.
Imu walked to the map, eyes resting on the blinking red dot that marked Vegito's last known location.
A voice, like a whisper from the Void, finally spoke:
"The Veil must be preserved."
The Countermeasures Begin
The Elders straightened. The oldest among them—his scalp marked by a great scar—spoke first.
"We are activating Cipher Pol Zero Black."
A silence followed. Even the shadows seemed to lean in.
"Is that wise?" one asked. "They are not... stable."
"They are perfect. Born of the same project that gave us the Seraphim. Shadows of shadows. No mercy. No questions."
Imu raised a pale hand, and the chamber shifted. Below the floor, a hologram shimmered to life—twelve silhouettes, humanoid in shape, faceless, kneeling.
The screen read:
🕷 CP-0 Black DivisionStatus: SealedAuthorization: [GRANTED]
"Unleash them," Imu commanded. "And prepare the Reverse Baptism Protocol."
The Elders' eyes widened.
"You mean to activate it... now?"
"The world must forget. Let it burn to remember."
Elsewhere: Cipher Pol 0 – Black Division Awakens
Deep beneath Enies Lobby, within a forgotten bunker sealed for over a century, cold white lights flickered to life for the first time in decades.
Inside cryo-pods, dark forms floated—agents stripped of identity, indoctrinated to obey without hesitation. Each one was infused with experimental Devil Fruit powers, altered DNA, and techniques stolen from the world's greatest martial arts schools.
One opened its eyes — red, unblinking.
A voice echoed in the darkness.
"Target: Vegito. Objective: Erasure. Collateral: Irrelevant."
Meanwhile, at the Holy Archives
The World Government's Void Archive Curator was summoned. A pale woman with metal-threaded hair and hollow eyes. She approached the Elder with the scroll.
"We have confirmed it," she whispered. "The energy signature used by Vegito—gravity manipulation—matches the ancient Saiyan records unearthed in the Unclaimed Moon Citadel."
"The Saiyans were myths," one Elder said.
"Not anymore."
Imu turned away from the map.
"Then it is as the prophecy feared. The Fallen Star has returned."
The Government's Secret Orders
Mobilize CP-0 Black for a silent assassination attempt on Vegito.
Classify all reports of the Hyperion as treasonous.
Double the Marine bounties of all associated crew members.
Begin research into Anti-Saiyan Countermeasures.
Seal all Lunar Artifacts within Mariejois.
Track down all Kingdoms sympathetic to Vegito — label them Dissident Nations.
Back on the Hyperion – System Ping
That evening, while Vegito meditated under the starlit deck, the system chimed softly.
⚠ SYSTEM ALERTNew Threat Identified: CP-0 Black DivisionClassification: Shadow-Class Kill SquadDanger Level: ☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠Special Notice: These entities cannot be reasoned with. Eliminate on sight.
Vegito's eyes snapped open, a dark edge in his ki rising.
"So... the ghosts of the old world stir."
He stood, turning toward the helm. Below, his crew rested. Above, stars watched. Ahead, blood waited.