radicalducati Chapter 82 I...I...I...I'm a Super Saiyan!!!
Chapter 82 I...I...I...I'm a Super Saiyan!!!
Chapter 82 I...I...I...I'm a Super Saiyan!!!
Under the watchful eyes of the world, Broly slowly raised his right hand, the Haki gathering in his palm like a materialized jet of dark lightning.
Without any hesitation, he slammed his fist into his abdomen, right where his stomach was located.
Those around the world watching the final battle via projected Den Den Mushi suddenly changed their expressions. Based on his previous experience of removing the marks from Kizaru and Akainu, they instantly guessed what he was going to do.
As the flamingo appeared, Doflamingo's eyes behind his sunglasses flashed with disbelief and panic. "Could it be—could it be that he's trying to use Haki to force out—the Devil Soul of the Devil Fruit?!"
The moment the words fell, the Donquixote Pirates crew members around them gasped in shock, their faces filled with disbelief and astonishment.
Diamanti's voice trembled, "Is such a thing possible, Dover?"
It's worth noting that Broly just used Haki to remove the Im mark from Kizaru and Akainu's bodies with a wave of his hand. While that was quite impressive, there are precedents for this, and such things often happen in battles between strong individuals.
It's just that Im's abilities have long surpassed conventional understanding, leading everyone to subconsciously believe that no one's domineering aura can counter her abilities.
Broly's ability to break the code was already astonishing, but now, what he needs to do is force out the demon soul.
This is something that no one in the history of this planet has ever done before!
On Sphinx Island, Teach stood beside Marco, her hands unconsciously clenching.
His small eyes were now filled with a complex mix of shock and ecstasy.
His sole purpose in joining the Whitebeard Pirates was to find the legendary Dark-Dark Fruit.
That most evil fruit among the Logia-type fruits not only nullifies the power of Devil Fruit users, but also has a secret legend: it can forcibly extract the demonic soul from the user's body.
This is the ability that Teach has always dreamed of, and for it he has been willing to lie low for many years.
But now, Broly can do the same thing using only Haki?
Just as everyone's thoughts were in turmoil, Broly's body suddenly shuddered.
Visibly, the skin on his small yet unusually robust body began to bulge and writhe irregularly, as if two ferocious pythons were frantically ramming inside him.
The bulging outline sometimes swelled like a ball, and each wriggling was accompanied by a low, muffled sound coming from Broly's body, which was the demon soul resisting and struggling.
This scene is strikingly similar to the future battle between Gogeta and Majin Buu, where Buu forcibly invades Gogeta's body in an attempt to destroy him from the inside.
Shanks yanked his Griffin sword out of his waist, roaring, "The Devil Fruit is backfiring inside him! Everyone, make your move now!"
Before he could finish speaking, Shanks launched the first attack, unleashing a sword strike imbued with Conqueror's Haki, its red blade flashing and tearing through the air as it hurtled towards Broly.
The five elders simultaneously transformed into mythical beast forms, their phantoms, existing only in mythology, enveloping the heavens and earth, and launched a joint attack.
Garp and Kong's iron fists, enveloped in Conqueror's Haki and Armament Haki, hurtled towards them like meteors falling to earth.
Loki's mythical Zoan-type hammer slammed down on its target with tremendous force—
The attacks of countless top experts poured down like a torrential rain, and an aura of destruction enveloped the entire Red Earth Continent, as if it would completely raze this sacred land to the ground.
However-
"boom--!!!"
A deafening explosion suddenly erupted!
A destructive burst of energy suddenly erupted from Broly's body. This energy was not Haki, but pure energy called "Ki".
The golden and cyan flames shot into the sky like a volcanic eruption, forming an energy pillar hundreds of meters high that pierced the clouds.
This mere dissipated energy acted like an invisible wall, blocking all the attacks of top-tier fighters—Shanks' sword energy, the Five Elders' phantom beast attacks, Loki's hammer, and Cyborg Kong's iron fist.
"Snap—Bang!"
Then, an even more horrifying scene unfolded: all the powerful attackers, like leaves swept up by a whirlwind, were sent flying uncontrollably backward, crashing heavily onto the ground of the Red Earth Continent.
"He—he's stronger than he was a year ago."
In the Whitebeard Pirates, Denjiro, a member of the second division, kept his head down.
He had already lost his hearing.
A year ago, when Kozuki Oden was being humiliated, he pierced his own eardrums in order to avoid hearing his master's screams.
Everyone was stunned.
Those top experts who could stir up a sea area on their own, when they joined forces to attack, couldn't even touch Broly's clothes. Instead, they were easily knocked away by him.
What's even more outrageous is that Broly remained seated the entire time, without changing his posture, even after Shanks had poisoned him.
After a moment, the writhing within Broly's body gradually subsided, the raised outlines on his body slowly disappeared, and he returned to calm.
He raised an eyebrow slightly, a cold, arrogant smile curving his lips. "Still unwilling to come out?"
Majin Buu devised the underhanded tactic of invading Gogeta's body precisely because he couldn't defeat him head-on.
However, the difference in strength between the two sides was too great. After Buu entered Gogeta's body, he was immediately sealed off from all movement by the opponent's ki and could only escape in a sorry state.
Now, Broly's task is to replicate Gogeta's actions.
He had already used the energy within his body to form an invisible cage, trapping those two unruly demonic souls within.
Next, it's time to expel these two uninvited "guests" from your body!
Broly slowly stood up, hands on his hips, chest heaving slightly, an aura of dominance spreading out like a tsunami.
His gaze swept over the disheveled and powerful figures around him. Under the watchful eyes of the entire world, his words, spoken as if to himself, were amplified by his domineering aura and spread to every corner: "Lord of the Nine Serpents, Extraterrestrial, Saiyan Demon, World-Destroying Giant Ape—these are all titles and accolades I have once held."
"Each one is stronger than the last, each with a more illustrious status and glory—"
"My name is Broly."
"The strongest person in the world."
He tilted his head slightly, the golden sunlight shining on his face, but it couldn't hide the arrogant light flashing in his eyes: "Since transmigrating, my strength and cultivation have been constantly increasing. My strength is so great that, looking across the universe, only Sun Wukong on Earth can compare to me."
At this point, he scoffed, his tone brimming with undisguised confidence: "Comparable? Hmph—"
Perhaps my current abilities have already far surpassed those of my deskmate.
Broly's voice suddenly rose, carrying an undeniable domineering air, "And to highlight my invincible power, I will stop at nothing to do anything that I find interesting. Those who disgust me, I will personally tear their dignity apart, and anything that brings me pleasure must be offered to me, because this is my way, my—path."
Shanks, Loki, Cyborg, and the others, who had just struggled to their feet, were covered in blood, their wounds still oozing blood.
They endured the excruciating pain, looked up at Broly, their faces filled with bewilderment and astonishment.
These words were extremely arrogant, yet they carried an undeniable truth.
Broly's power far surpassed their understanding of what a "strong person" is.
Broly completely ignored their gazes, his tone commanding: "Therefore, if anyone doesn't want to die or suffer, they must please me, be loyal to me, respect me, and worship me!"
The moment he finished speaking, Broly's aura surged dramatically!
The already suffocating pressure now spread like a detonated nuclear bomb.
In just a few seconds, the clear blue sky was completely covered by thick, inky clouds.
The dark clouds did not form naturally; rather, they seemed to be forced together by Broly's power, churning and roaring.
Not just Mary Geoise, but the dark cloud spread at a visible speed, enveloping the entire world in just a few minutes—Water Seven on the Grand Line, Windmill Village in the East Blue, Ohara in the West Blue, the Kingdom of Kurz in the South Blue, the Germa Kingdom in the North Blue, and even every island in the New World were shrouded in this despairing darkness.
"Boom boom boom—!!!"
Countless bolts of lightning, of varying thickness, like silver dragons, weaved and roared through the dark clouds, producing deafening thunderclaps.
Lightning ripped through the darkness, briefly illuminating every corner of the world and the terrified expressions on people's faces.
On the open sea, the calm surface was suddenly churned into towering waves, with crests hundreds of meters high crashing against islands around the world like moving mountains.
Coastal villages were instantly submerged, and ships in the harbor were tossed into the air like toys, only to crash down and shatter into countless pieces of wood.
The sea was sobbing and trembling, as if it were terrified by this destructive force.
Broly slowly raised his head, gazing at the world enveloped by his aura, his smile growing even more unrestrained: "Admire this world-destroying giant ape, I swear to die for you, Lord of the Nine Serpents, I, the extraterrestrial, I, the Saiyan demon—I—I—I—"
He paused, and the energy within his body began to undergo a tremendous change!
The green flames that were originally attached to his body surface burst into a dazzling golden light, like gunpowder that had been ignited.
The green and gold intertwined and collided, eventually shedding their immaturity and transforming into a pure, dazzling golden pressure that surged into the sky from his body.
The golden pressure, like a raging tornado, whipped up Broly's short black hair. Under the impact of the energy, the hair changed color at a visible speed—from jet black to deep gold, and then to dazzling bright gold. In a short moment, it transformed into a head of sharp and flamboyant golden hair, standing upright like a burning flame.
His eyes also changed, his original black pupils turned into a sharp turquoise, and the corners of his eyes were slightly upturned, carrying a wild and arrogant air.
His muscle lines were more defined, and every inch of his skin, enveloped in golden flames, radiated a light that was too dazzling to look at directly.
"I'm a Super Saiyan!!!"
roar--!!!
Huh—! ! !
A deafening roar erupted from Broly's mouth, like the roar of an ancient behemoth, carrying world-destroying energy that swept across the entire world!
At this moment, the entire pirate planet was trembling violently, the earth was cracking, mountains were collapsing, and the rumbling of tectonic plates was deafening, as if it were experiencing a magnitude 50 earthquake.
Countless seas were engulfed by towering waves hundreds of meters high, carrying with them shattered ships, collapsed houses, and countless desperate cries of agony.
The whole world was shrouded in dark clouds, so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
Violent lightning struck like raindrops, shattering towering buildings, igniting forests, and tearing countless islands and lands apart into bottomless chasms, ultimately plunging them into the endless abyss of the sea.
Amidst this cataclysmic scene, two translucent, irregular, soul-like wisps of gas slowly drifted out of Broly's mouth.
They coalesced slightly in the air, transforming into two blurry demonic silhouettes.
These were the two demonic souls within Broly's body. Although they had no facial features or expressions, everyone could feel their fear from their trembling bodies.
The two demon souls stared intently at the golden-haired, golden-flaming figure before them, who resembled a god.
"roll."
Broly in his Super Saiyan form had an icy gaze and uttered only one word.
The oppressive force contained within those words, like the power of a collapsing universe, instantly shattered the psychological defenses of the two demonic souls.
As if granted an imperial pardon, they dared not linger any longer, turning into two streaks of light and fleeing madly toward the distant horizon, disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye.
However, no one's attention was focused on the fleeing demon soul.
Their gazes were fixed on the golden figure in mid-air.
The power Broly was radiating at this moment had transcended the realm of "strong" and even surpassed the definition of "monster." It was a power capable of overturning planets and shaking the universe!
Every wisp of golden flame creates ripples in the space.
Every breath can trigger extraordinary phenomena in the heavens and earth.
Behind the World Government coalition forces, little sister Im slumped to the ground, her white robes stained with dust and blood.
Her bootleg Rinnegan eyes widened in disbelief, her bloodshot pupils filled with utter terror and despair. She muttered incoherently, "Why—why has his body changed? Wasn't he only supposed to turn into a gorilla?!"
Even in his normal state, Broly's power far exceeded her comprehension, causing all her carefully planned schemes to vanish.
But now, the power Broly is displaying in his golden-haired form has reached an unbelievable level. It is a power that makes her feel despair even when she looks up at it. Neither Broly's normal black-haired form nor his earth-shattering giant ape form from a year ago can compare to it!
"Boom—boom—boom—!!!"
The red earth beneath their feet could no longer withstand this terrifying pressure and groaned in unbearable agony.
Huge cracks spread like a spider web, stretching from Broly's feet all the way to the edge of the Red Line. Rocks crumbled, mountains collapsed, and chunks of red rock fell into the sea below like meteorites, sending up towering columns of water.
Kizaru stood at a distance, his playful smile long gone, replaced by deep horror.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice trembling: "The Red Earth Continent—it can no longer support the boss's power, it's about to collapse—"
Akainu clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, drawing blood, but he was completely unaware.
He stared wide-eyed at Broly in mid-air, his eyes filled with disbelief. Before encountering Broly, he had never imagined that human power could be so strong, strong enough to cause the Red Line, which connects the entire world, to collapse!
This is a power that no "human" can possess!
The Five Elders and the members of the Knights of God had long since lost their former arrogance.
They knelt on the rickety rocks, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, their faces filled with despair.
Crocodile supported himself with the sand, but still couldn't help but kneel down. He looked at the golden figure, his eyes filled with helplessness—he once considered himself a strongman of the New World, but in front of Broly, he was not even dust.
Shiki the Golden Lion floated in the air, his long golden hair flying wildly in the air. The madness on his face had long since faded, leaving only deep fear.
He spent his life pursuing power and attempting to dominate the world, but now he realizes that the pinnacle he sought was nothing more than a laughable clown act in front of Broly.
"Thump—thump—"
The sound of kneeling rose and fell, and soldiers from the World Government coalition and various forces who came to watch the battle all knelt down, not daring to raise their heads.
Faced with this absolute power, any resistance seems pale and powerless, and any pride vanishes without a trace.
In stark contrast to them were the people under Broly's command.
Hancock cupped her hands to her heart, her eyes gleaming with infatuation, her cheeks flushed, and her breathing quickened. In her eyes, Broly was more dazzling and captivating than ever before; his golden figure was like a god, deeply imprinted in her heart.
Tesoro led his men to kneel down, raising their hands above their heads in a gesture of worship similar to praising the sun.
Tears of fervor streamed down everyone's faces as they chanted in unison, their voices echoing through the heavens: "Lord Broly! Lord Broly! Lord Broly!"
"Long live! Long live! Long live!"
"Long live Lord Broly! Long live Lord Broly! Long live Lord Broly!"
This fervent sentiment spread like a plague.
Countless ordinary people who watched this scene through the projection Den Den Mushi, whether slaves of the Celestial Dragons or commoners from all over the world, all knelt down.
They forgot their fear, forgot their pain, and were left only with boundless adoration for that golden figure.
In the Sabaody Archipelago, bubbles from the Yarchiman mangroves drifted in the wind, and the once bustling streets were now deathly silent. Everyone knelt on the ground, raised their hands, and kowtowed towards the projection screen, their foreheads hitting the ground with a dull thud, constantly chanting the name "Lord Broly".
On Amazon Lily, the female warriors, their eyes gleaming with fanaticism, knelt down around the projected Den Den Mushi, paying homage to their god.
Because at this moment, Broly's divine image with golden hair and flames, as well as his terrifying power capable of destroying the world, completely overturned their understanding of "god".
This is not a false god like the Celestial Dragons who rely on their bloodline to claim godhood, but a true god who stands at the pinnacle of power, able to control heaven and earth and dominate life and death!
On a branch of the Yarchiman mangrove in the Sabaody Archipelago, Rayleigh leaned against the trunk, his wine jug swaying slightly, spilling a few drops of wine that landed among the kneeling crowd below.
His face was pale, a bitter smile lingered on his lips, and his eyes were filled with exhaustion and relief as he muttered to himself, "It's over—Shanks, Jabba."
As he spoke, he slowly poured the last bit of wine from the flask onto the ground. The wine flowed down the tree trunk and dripped into the soil, as if bidding farewell to a bygone era and to those old friends who upheld justice and freedom.
In mid-air, Broly in his Super Saiyan form slowly lowered his head, his gaze falling on Shanks, who was slumped on the ground.
Shanks was covered in wounds, his red hair plastered messily to his face, obscuring his eyes.
The Griffin sword in his hand was already broken, and his domineering aura was almost completely exhausted, leaving only heavy breathing.
His pupils lost their former luster, like a soulless puppet, staring blankly at the ground, as if all his strength and faith had been drained away.
"Any other tricks up your sleeve, you face-saving king?"
Broly's voice was calm and even, yet it carried an undeniable pressure, echoing in Shanks' ears like a judgment.
Shanks' body trembled slightly, and he slowly raised his head, his empty gaze fixed on Broly.
He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but could only utter hoarse, breathy sounds.
What he saw was the collapsing heaven and earth, the shattered red earth continent, and countless people kneeling on the ground behind that golden figure—at that moment, he understood that everything was over.
Broly's eyes flashed with deep disappointment when he saw that Broly did not respond.
Without any unnecessary movements, he slightly raised his left hand, palm facing Shanks who was slumped on the ground. Golden energy rapidly condensed in his palm, forming a sphere of light that shimmered with destructive light. The space around the sphere was distorting and vibrating, emanating a chilling aura.
"boom-!!!"
Without any warning, the ball of light shot out, transforming into a dazzling cyan light wave at extreme speed, instantly enveloping Shanks and the Five Elders, the Knights of God, Steel Bone Kong, and other top-tier powerhouses around him.
Wherever the light wave passed, space tore apart, rocks vaporized, and a piercing explosion was heard.
A deafening explosion rang out, and a blue light burst forth like the sun, instantly engulfing everything.
Faced with this terrifying energy, even the Five Elders' Mythical Zoan-type defenses and Garp's Haki-infused body were like paper, instantly torn apart and vaporized.
Shanks' body slowly dissipated in the light waves, his face showing no pain, only a sense of relief and peace.
The Five Elders let out a piercing scream, but they couldn't even last a second before turning to ashes.
The members of the Knights of God, along with their immortal bodies, were completely annihilated by the energy.
Even veteran naval commanders like Garp and Tsuru, who were attempting to provide assistance from afar, were affected by the beam of light, their figures gradually fading and disappearing in the golden glow.
The projection Den Den Mushi faithfully transmitted this scene to the world, and countless people witnessed these once-powerful figures being reduced to ashes by Broly's single blow.
In a distant sea, at the base of the Brave Army, the Sweat King stared intently at the disappearing figure of Karp on the projection screen, his eyes bloodshot and his teeth grinding together.
But after a moment, the ferocity and anger on his face were gradually replaced by a relieved calm.
"Father, may you rest in peace."
He thought to himself, "With my son's cultivation level, he will never be a match for Broly in this lifetime."
There's no hope of avenging you now, but if I don't avenge you, how can I face you as your son?
As Garp's body was completely annihilated in the light waves, the Sweat King suddenly ripped off his sleeve.
The Sweating King raised his arm high, his voice booming and resolute: "Today I sever all ties with you as father and son! You can seek revenge for your father's murder elsewhere!"
A smile: ————
Ivankov: ————
Big Bear: ————
Ginny: ————
On the Red Line, Broly's blow became the final straw that broke the camel's back.
The already crumbling Red Earth continent collapsed completely at this moment.
Huge rocks continued to fall, billowing dust and smoke, and the entire red earth continent, like a shattered jigsaw puzzle, plummeted rapidly towards the sea below.
"Oh no!"
Torituma's expression changed drastically. She felt the rocks beneath her feet lose their support, and her body began to fall uncontrollably downwards.
She instinctively reached out to grab the female pirates around her, but only managed to grab air. She also lost her balance and tumbled over.
Torritoma roared as he plummeted, his gaze fixed on Tezzolo, who was still kneeling in prayer a short distance away. "Tezzolo, activate your power! Catch everyone!"
However, Tezzolo and his men were already caught up in their fanatical worship and did not hear Toritoma's shouts at all.
Tesoro knelt on a constantly falling rock, tears streaming down his face. He raised his hands high, frantically kowtowing to Broly in mid-air, his forehead already bleeding profusely, yet he remained oblivious, roaring repeatedly, "Ahhh—Lord Broly! Lord Broly!"
"That idiot!"
Torituma cursed angrily, and seeing that the female pirates around him were about to fall into the sea, he activated his Devil Fruit power without hesitation.
"Pfft—"
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Its body suddenly swelled, covered in black and red scales, and eight huge snake heads burst out of its body, while its long snake tail swept around—the form of Yamata no Orochi!
Eight enormous snake heads, like eight agile whips, coiled around the female pirates one by one, dragging them onto their broad snake backs.
Under Broly's beam of light, Shanks, the Five Elders, the Knights of God, and others had long since ceased to exist.
They did not resurrect by relying on Im's mark as they had in the early stages of the war—because they had been completely wiped out, not even a single cell remained.
The power of that golden light wave had transcended the scope of physical attacks, reaching the level of molecular annihilation.
Even Cell, with his regenerative abilities, would have no chance of survival under such an attack, let alone these "rookies" who only possess ordinary immortality abilities.
"The immortality technique is no longer working."
The few surviving soldiers of the World Government's coalition lay on the fallen rocks, looking at the empty field in the distance, their faces filled with despair.
But at this moment, they felt little surprise, only a numb acceptance.
After all, Broly's power was enough to destroy the planet.
What is immortality compared to such power?
"Cough—cough cough cough!!!"
Just then, a violent coughing sound came from the rear.
Little Sister Im suddenly bent over and knelt on a rickety rock, supporting herself with her hands on the ground, convulsing violently.
Mouthfuls of blood gushed from her mouth, staining the ground in front of her. Her white robe was soaked in blood, making her look extremely disheveled.
She has a special connection with her contractors; if a contractor suffers unbearable harm, the injury will be reflected back to her in a certain proportion.
Broly's devastating attack, which wiped out all the contractors, naturally reflected back onto her as well.
Broly slowly turned his head, his gaze landing on Im, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Side effects? That's rubbish."
At this moment, he didn't even have much interest in torturing Im.
It's like facing an opponent of vastly superior strength, where you don't even have the desire to fight.
Broly scoffed inwardly: Look at Nika Fruit, even if he overexerts himself, he can recover by tapping his heart. How come you're so pathetic?
Im struggled to lift his head. His face, which bore an 80% resemblance to Vivi's, was now covered in blood and tears. His eyes were filled with fear and despair, giving him a pitiful look.
But Broly's expression remained completely unchanged.
He is neither the indecisive "King of Suppression" like Roger, nor the idiot like Luffy who likes to forgive his enemies.
In fact, Im has one last trump card – "Dark to Domination".
This move forces all contractors to become demonized, increasing their strength several times over in a short period of time.
But she knew very well that this move was completely meaningless against Broly.
Just like facing a force of 10 billion, what difference does it make to increase the combat power of someone with a combat power of 100 to 110? Does it make them live a few more seconds?
Of course, only Broly would think Im is weak.
For the rest of the world, Im's power remains an insurmountable barrier—except that she encountered Broly, a "bug" from the universe.
"Broly! Hancock—she's falling!"
Just then, Yamato's anxious shouts came from behind.
Upon hearing this, Broly immediately turned his head to look.
The entire Red Line had completely collapsed. Hancock, having lost her balance due to the shockwave, was plummeting rapidly towards the surging sea below.
"Demon! I command you—go to Hancock!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Broly shouted at Im.
This furious roar, like a thunderclap, carried the absolute pressure of a Saiyan king and pierced straight into Im's soul.
Everyone was stunned by what he was about to do.
Immediately, something even more astonishing happened.
Im's body trembled uncontrollably, and a low whimper escaped his throat.
Immediately afterwards, a semi-transparent, soul-like object slowly flew out of her mouth—it was the demon soul within her, which had now succumbed to Broly's pressure.
The soul-like object shot past Broly like an arrow and hurtled straight toward the falling Hancock.
Just as Hancock was about to plunge into the sea, the demonic soul surged into her body!
"Buzz"
A black light burst forth from Hancock's body.
Suddenly, a pair of black wings sprouted from her back, their edges shimmering with a dark red luster, like the wings of a demon.
A long, heart-shaped tail extends from behind it, with a small barb at the tip, swaying gently in the air.
Her already beautiful appearance was now enhanced by the power of the demon, making her even more alluring and seductive, like a succubus bewitching hearts in a Western fantasy novel.
Hancock was taken aback at first, then felt the powerful force surging within her body, as well as the buoyancy provided by the wings on her back.
She instinctively flapped her wings, and her body instantly stopped falling, floating steadily in the air.
"This is... my new ability?" A hint of surprise flashed in Hancock's eyes. She looked down at her wings and tail, then looked up at Broly in mid-air, her face immediately filled with an excited smile.
She then raised her hand, and black energy condensed in her palm, drawing a huge pentagram teleportation array in the air.
The teleportation array flickered with an eerie dark red light, emitting powerful spatial fluctuations that instantly enveloped all the falling figures below—the members of the Kuja Pirates, Tesoro's subordinates, and some World Government Allied Forces soldiers who had not had time to escape.
"Thump—thump—thump—!!!"
The collapsed red earth produced endless falling rocks, which, like a meteor shower, crashed densely onto the sea, stirring up water columns hundreds of meters high.
The surging waves were violently churning, and it is estimated that at this moment, the sea level around the world has risen considerably.
Those enveloped by the pentagram teleportation array were instantly enveloped by a strange power and then disappeared from their original spot.
When they opened their eyes again, they found themselves on a new island.
Dreamlike bubbles floated all around, and white sand stretched out beneath your feet. In the distance stood rows of numbered Yarchman mangroves—many people recognized it at a glance: the Sabaody Archipelago!
"Broly, look, look! My power!"
Hancock flapped her black wings and flew swiftly to Broly's side like a happy little bird.
She excitedly showed off her new wings and tail, her tone full of boasting, just like a child showing off a new toy to their parents.
Although Hancock is actually quite young, Broly is even younger than her, and this scene seems strangely incongruous to onlookers.
On a branch of the Yarchiman mangrove, Rayleigh stared wide-eyed, and the wine jug in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
He rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing. Broly had only roared once, and the demon soul within Im had willingly escaped and obediently entered Hancock's body.
Is it even possible to do something like this?
Rayleigh was deeply shocked, and his understanding of Broly was once again refreshed.
Not far away, Crocodile, Mihawk, Hawkeye, and the other people who had been teleported over stared in disbelief at Hancock, who was acting coquettishly next to Broly.
They instinctively rolled up their left sleeves, and there they saw that the deep-sea mark representing the contract was still there.
It is clear that their contractual partner has changed from Im to Hancock.
Despair overwhelmed them like a tide; they had a new master, but they still couldn't escape their fate of being dominated.
Amidst the complex gazes of everyone, Broly slowly turned around and flew towards Im, who was not far away.
At this moment, Im had completely lost all her power. Her demon soul had been stripped away, and all her servants were dead. She was like a mortal who had lost all her support, slumped on the shore, trembling all over.
When she sensed Broly's approaching presence, her body stiffened abruptly. Her kneeling posture instantly turned into a prone position on the ground, her head buried tightly in the sand, her hands covering her head, and she dared not even breathe loudly, like a frightened animal, not daring to look Broly in the eye.
Broly hovered above her, looking down at her with no pity in his eyes, only deep disappointment and disdain.
"It looks terrible."
The cold words pierced Im's heart like a sharp blade.
As the final boss of this world, and the mastermind who has been hiding for eight hundred years, Im's current behavior is simply disgusting to Broly.
Countless powerful individuals, even in defeat, retain their final dignity.
Just like Madara Uchiha from the Naruto planet, even if he is ambushed, he will never beg for mercy.
Like Aizen on the planet of death, even when sealed away, he still maintained his pride.
But what about Im?
To survive, they can abandon even the most basic dignity, crawling on the ground like stray dogs.
Killing an opponent like that would bring no pleasure whatsoever.
"Broly, are we just going to let her go like this?" Hancock flapped her wings and flew to Broly's side, asking curiously.
She could sense the disgust in Broly's eyes for Im, a disgust that made even taking action seem like a hassle.
"How could that be?" Broly curled his lip, his tone laced with sarcasm.
He wasn't the kind of anime protagonist who would forgive his father's killer. Even if Im didn't have any specific grudge against him, Broly still had no reason to let her go.
"Lord Broly!"
Just then, Tesoro arrived with his men, a fawning smile on his face, but his eyes were fixed on Im, who was lying on the ground, their gazes gleaming with greed.
He rubbed his hands together and said with a lewd grin, "I think we could sell her to the Flower Street as a top courtesan."
Broly paused for a moment, then remembered that when he first broke into Mary Geoise, he had indeed said he would sell Im and work hard to become a star.
He himself had forgotten, but he didn't expect Tesoro and the others to remember.
He glanced down at Im, who was lying on the ground, and a playful smile appeared on his lips: "That was a good idea; at least it came to a good end."
However, Im is no longer immortal and has lost all her powers; she is now just an ordinary woman. Given her appearance, the number of people who would want to "enjoy" her could probably stretch from the Sabaody Archipelago all the way to the East Blue.
Even if they really become star slaves, they probably won't last long.
To be honest, Broly was really curious about how that woman named Li Rongrong managed to endure for so long in that kind of environment.
However, this has nothing to do with him.
"Broly, let me do it!" Hancock said eagerly, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I can grant her immortality, making her never die, so she can keep making money for you!"
Broly's eyes lit up when he heard Hancock's words.
Although Im is not immortal, Hancock inherited Im's demon soul and naturally possesses the same abilities.
Granting Im immortality, allowing her to be constantly exposed, is far more interesting than simply killing her.
He then added, "Let's eliminate all the extra contracts, otherwise, if these idiots get hurt, the injuries will be reflected back onto you."
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Upon hearing this, Crocodile, Mihawk, and the others' expressions changed drastically, their despair instantly replaced by fear.
They instinctively stepped back, their eyes filled with pleading—if Hancock broke the contract, all of them bound by it would die instantly!
"Wait a minute, Broly—oh no, Lord Broly!"
Just then, Akainu suddenly rushed out from the crowd. He knelt on one knee, head bowed, his tone more humble than ever before, even pleading: "Many of these people are innocent victims of the World Government's machinations, forced to have their marks implanted! There are many Marines and pirates among them, all forced into this situation! Please rescind your order; could you only remove the marks and not kill them?"
Kizaru stood to the side, a look of astonishment on his face.
He never dreamed that Akainu, who was always ruthless and believed in "absolute justice," and whose only way of solving problems was through killing, would actually plead for a group of weak people that he did not approve of, and even utter the word "innocent."
At this moment, most of the naval soldiers were not teleported to the Sabaody Archipelago; they had probably all fallen into the sea, their fates unknown, but at least there was still a glimmer of hope.
But if Hancock breaks the contract, they will die instantly, with no chance of survival whatsoever.
Although Akainu is ruthless, he is not cold-blooded.
During the Marineford War, when faced with deserters, he didn't immediately kill them; instead, he persuaded them to return to the battlefield.
Now the new navy urgently needs combat power, and Akainu also wants to preserve the navy's strength as much as possible.
Upon hearing this, Hancock did not act immediately, but instead turned to look at Broly.
She cared nothing for these people's lives or deaths; Broly's words were her sacred decrees.
Broly frowned, his gaze sweeping over the people whose faces were filled with fear.
Killing them wouldn't really make any sense.
He thought for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, Hancock, take back the mark. No need to kill her."
"Thank you!" Akainu was overjoyed and bowed deeply.
Kizaru looked at his old buddy, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. "I didn't expect to see you like that, Sakazuki."
Subsequently, Tesoro sent men to take Im away, intending to send her to the Flower Street as its top courtesan.
As Broly instructed, Hancock granted Im immortality.
It's obvious that the Flower City will soon be completely controlled by Tesoro's forces, and all the money Im earns from entertaining customers will go to Broly—even though Broly is not short of money at all.
Akainu and Kizaru did not linger and immediately boarded a ship to return to the waters where Mary Geoise was located to search for the marines who had fallen into the sea.
When they arrived, they saw a vast expanse of sea frozen into thick ice blocks, with some naval soldiers lying on the ice, barely breathing, yet still alive.
Beside him sat a man with a missing leg—Kuzan, also known as Aokiji.
Kizaru, hands in his pockets, slowly walked over, his tone complex: "Oh? You're still alive, Kuzan?"
Aokiji glanced at the two of them, a helpless smile playing on his lips: "Of the hundreds of thousands of marines, only a few thousand remain. Is that enough for you to build a new navy?"
The three of them remained silent for a moment, the air thick with awkwardness and ambiguity.
Finally, Akainu took a deep breath and slowly asked, "Want to come along?"
Meanwhile, Broly, along with Hancock, Yamato, Monet, Komurasaki, and others, returned to Water Seven by boat.
At the port, the enormous spherical spaceship was already ready.
Torritoma, leading his men, stood respectfully in front of the spaceship, awaiting Broly's arrival.
"Lord Broly, are you leaving?" Torito immediately stepped forward and bowed as he asked.
Broly nodded, his gaze sweeping over his busy subordinates—who were carrying large quantities of food...
Fresh water and various supplies were loaded onto the spaceship.
"There's not much to see on this planet right now. But it might get interesting in the future. Until then, I'll leave it to you."
The Red Line no longer exists, the Grand Line is now fully connected to the four seas, and the "timing" of the pirate planet has undergone earth-shattering changes.
The extreme weather that originally existed only on the Grand Line, with its unpredictable changes from clear skies to torrential rain and raging blizzards, has now spread to the entire world.
But it's not just the weather that's changing.
The world government collapsed, the navy suffered a devastating blow, and lost control of the seas.
Great pirates like Whitebeard, Kaido, and Big Mom, along with countless emerging pirate forces, began to stir, frantically expanding their territories and plundering resources, plunging the entire sea into unprecedented chaos.
With the new Marines led by Akainu freed from the constraints of the World Government, they are likely to act more ruthlessly, cracking down on pirates with thunderous methods in an attempt to regain control of the seas.
Meanwhile, the Self-Defense Forces, hidden in the shadows, and the surviving forces were also secretly accumulating strength, waiting for the right opportunity.
However, Broly found this level of chaos too boring.
In the short term, there probably won't be anything on this planet that will interest him.
So he decided to stick to his original plan, leave the planet, and go to the universe to find new fun.
"We await Lord Broly's return at any time!" Toritoma and his men knelt down and shouted in unison, their voices filled with awe and loyalty.
Violet stood in the crowd, a hint of hesitation on her face. She bit her lip, finally mustering the courage to speak: "Lord Broly, I—I—"
Broly glanced at her and saw through her thoughts. He had originally planned to bring Violet, who possessed the power of the Gaze-Gaze Fruit, onto the spaceship to serve as the navigator.
But he also knew that Doflamingo still had his eyes on Dressrosa.
Now that the World Government has collapsed, Doflamingo is free from restraints and has Broly's "tacit approval."
They will definitely target Dressrosa.
As the daughter of King Riku, Violet could not possibly abandon her family and country.
Broly said, "If you want to stay, then stay. My ship doesn't really need a navigator that much."
His space travels had no predetermined destination; he just went wherever the road took him. The role of the navigator wasn't actually that important.
"Thank you, Lord Broly!" Violet's eyes flashed with gratitude as she bowed in thanks.
"Broly, get ready!"
At that moment, Yamato poked his head out of the spaceship's hatch, a bright smile on his face, and shouted energetically at Broly.
Behind her, Hancock, Monet, Murasaki, and the others had also finished getting ready and were curiously looking at the facilities inside the spaceship.
Broly took one last look at the harbor of Water Seven, and at the world he had spent two years in.
"I hope this planet will be a bit more interesting when I come back next time."
He left behind his last words, turned around, and stepped onto the stairs leading to the spaceship.
The hatch closed slowly.
The moment the hatch closed completely, the shell at the bottom of the spaceship began to roar, and the powerful thrust propelled the spaceship slowly into the air.
The speed increased rapidly, breaking through the atmosphere and passing through the clouds, flying towards the vast and boundless universe.
Below, in Water City, everyone looked up at the figure gradually disappearing into the horizon, their eyes filled with awe and worship.
For Broly, this was just the beginning of a new journey.
For this pirate planet, a new era has begun. Countless forces, having lost Broly, the sword of Damocles hanging over their heads, have begun to stir up trouble.
However, the forces left behind by Broly acted as watchful observers of this world, coldly observing everything and awaiting the return of their master.