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"ROAR!!"
The colossal white dragon, sensing the imminent threat, roared and soared skyward, attempting to evade Ian's attack. Despite its impressive speed, it couldn't fully escape.
BOOM!!
Struck by the combined force of Ian's assault, the white dragon roared in pain as it was driven back. Its scales, remarkably, remained undamaged, but the impact clearly inflicted significant pain, enraging the beast further.
It lunged at Ian, its massive claws slashing through the air, aiming to tear him apart.
Ian, anticipating the attack, With a flicker of Sonido, he appeared before the dragon's head, unleashing a devastating blow.
Shhh!!
The dragon's massive head caved inward from the force of the impact. Suddenly, a surge of energy erupted from the dragon's wounds, throwing Ian back.
The wounds, however, healed instantly as if they had never existed. Ian's eyes narrowed, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. This incredible defense and regenerative ability… it was remarkably similar to Kaido's.
ROAR!!
The white dragon roared again, unleashing another torrent of flames – its Dragon's Breath. Ian dodged effortlessly, then countered with his own barrage of attacks, his fists clashing with the dragon's claws in a blur of motion. Despite its immense size, the dragon moved with astonishing speed and agility.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!
The battle between man and dragon raged, shaking the very fabric of space. The shockwaves rippled across the Red Line below, tearing through the earth, leaving gaping fissures in their wake. The dragon's scales remained impervious to Ian's attacks.
The remaining three Five Elders, observing the battle from afar, sneered. No human could defeat this dragon. They stood at the pinnacle of power.
"Strength means nothing. A human cannot defeat it!" In their eyes, Ian was fighting a losing battle.
But just then, amidst the furious exchange, Ian spoke. "It would make a suitable mount."
His words stunned everyone present, especially the Five Elders. They hadn't expected such arrogance, such audacity.
"Is he mad?!"
"He's trying to tame that dragon?!" The three Elders stared at Ian, their faces a mixture of shock and disbelief.
Ian's expression serious, his casual demeanor replaced by cold indifference. A terrible wave of spiritual pressure erupted from him, shaking the sky.
The white dragon, sensing the shift in Ian's aura, roared defiantly, unleashing another blast of Dragon's Breath. It tried to interrupt Ian, but the wave of spiritual pressure washed over the flames, extinguishing them instantly and engulfing the dragon.
Hum!
The pressure, like a tsunami, swept across Mary Geoise, the Red Line, and the World Government Army. Soldiers froze in place, then collapsed like dominoes.
The wind stilled.
The clouds froze.
Even the Five Elders, the highest authorities in the world, staggered, their faces pale, beads of sweat trickling down their foreheads.
This was… Conqueror's Haki.
No, it was far beyond ordinary Conqueror's Haki. This was Haki that could shatter reality itself. The Red Line, under the sheer force of Ian's will, began to crumble.
The white dragon, as if realizing something frightening, ceased its attack. It hovered in the air, its head bowed in submission to Ian.
Dragons, regardless of their origin, shared one common trait: a respect for superior power. And within its very soul, the dragon felt a primal fear, an instinctual submission to the power before it.
The three Five Elders stared in stunned silence, their faces masks of disbelief. Ian, having subdued the dragon, looked down at them with cold indifference. He nodded slightly, and the dragon, understanding his intent, descended towards the fleeing Elders.
"Run!!"
The four Five Elders, the rulers of the world, were now driven by pure terror. They scattered, desperately trying to escape. Ian glanced at them dismissively. To his surprise, two of them transformed.
Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro, clearly a master swordsman, unleashed a slash rivaling Mihawk's in power. The other, Saint Shepherd Ju Peter, his body radiating a golden light, sprouted two massive white wings.
He channeled the power of the sun, unleashing beams of light similar to Kizaru's, trying to hold back the dragon.
A third Elder sprouted bat-like wings, manipulating the blood spilled by the fallen soldiers, while the bald swordsman continued his relentless assault. But their attacks were useless against the dragon, much to Ian's amusement.
"So it was you."
Ian spoke, his voice cold and emotionless. He had sensed the powerful aura emanating from Saint Shepherd Ju Peter during the battle on Skypiea.
It was the Angel-Angel Fruit. And the other… the Vampire-Vampire Fruit, the power that should have belonged to Patrick Redfield.
The battlefield fell silent. All eyes were on Ian. They hadn't expected him to overcome the World Government's forces with such ease, such overwhelming power.
It wasn't even a contest.
Ian's strength had far surpassed their wildest imaginations. It was beyond their comprehension.
"A… god?" someone whispered, their voice filled with awe and fear. The Celestial Dragons claimed to be gods, but they were mortals clinging to power. Ian, however, possessed the power to effortlessly obliterate anyone who stood in his path. This power was… unreal.
Ian turned his gaze towards Pangaea Castle, towards the faint but unmistakable presence within.
"Your turn."
....
His voice, calm and indifferent, echoed across the battlefield. The survivors, a mixture of shock, numbness, and despair, turned to look at the castle.
To the world, the Five Elders were the supreme authority of the World Government. Five individuals, acting as a council, each holding a portion of power. But most were unaware that above the Five Elders… there was a king.
"Im-sama…"
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"The World Government is so fragile before him…" Elsewhere, Dragon watched the events unfolding in Mary Geoise, his face grim.
The sky above the Holy Land was shrouded in dark clouds, radiating an oppressive aura. Beside him stood the commanders of the Revolutionary Army.
"What level of power is this…?" One of them murmured, his voice trembling. He felt his very soul shake with each clash between Ian and the white dragon.
"Unbelievable!"
Indeed, this wasn't the power of a human. Ian was a monster. The events in Mary Geoise couldn't be contained. News had already spread across the world, every faction reeling from the sheer scale of the conflict.
The Summit War had ended the twenty-two-year reign of the Great Pirate Era.
This war, however, could end something far greater – the eight-century rule of the World Government. This was a battle that would decide the fate of the world.
Would the World Government, the rulers of the world for eight hundred years, maintain their grip on power? Or would this man, who had carved a path of destruction across the globe, ascend to become a god, ruling over all?
"What really happened during the Void Century? Why does the World Government rule the world? How were the Ancient Weapons created? Few can answer these questions… but one day… the truth will be revealed."
Gol D. Roger knew the answers, but he had chosen to remain silent, perhaps waiting for the right moment. Dragon's eyes flickered with a mixture of excitement and indignation. Taking a deep breath, he shook his head. "Let's go."
"I thought it would be us, the Revolutionary Army, along with Whitebeard, Shanks, and even the Marines, uniting the forces of the sea to overthrow the World Government. But he… he's practically destroyed the entire Red Line, along with a million soldiers, all by himself."
"Even the Ancient Weapon, the Five Elders, the Army Admirals, and the Warden of Impel Down have been defeated."
"The time is ripe. All of history, along with this very sky, will be overturned."
...
Outside Mary Geoise…
Dark clouds, heavy as mountains, blanketed the Red Line. Even from Sabaody Archipelago and Marineford, the oppressive aura was palpable. It felt as if the entire world held its breath, a sense of foreboding settling over countless hearts.
At Marine Headquarters, Sengoku, Garp, and Whitebeard sat in grim silence. Suddenly, Sengoku stood up, his face pale, his eyes fixed on the sky, on Mary Geoise.
"That feeling… could it be…?"
They all shared the same thought. The World Government was making its move. Even if they wanted to let Whitebeard go, it was too late now. Whitebeard understood this as well. As Sengoku, Garp, and the others watched in stunned silence, he slowly rose to his feet.
"Prepare for impact. Whitebeard, is about to unleash his fury…"
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Mary Geoise, Pangaea Castle
With a thunderous crash, his throne crumbled into dust.
Ian arrived inside, a vibrant, verdant paradise unlike anything he had ever seen. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of exotic flowers, and strange, colorful birds flitted among the trees. But the sound of his footsteps startled the creatures, sending them scattering in fear.
"So this is the heart of the world. A world within a world." Ian nodded, strolling casually through this hidden paradise, his demeanor calm and unhurried, even within the enemy's stronghold.
He exuded an air of absolute confidence, as if he were a tourist, exploring the secrets of this hidden world.
He stopped before a stone door, shattering it with a casual punch. Within the dimly lit chamber lay a giant straw hat, identical to Luffy's but five times larger, its surface covered in the dust of eight centuries.
"Heh." Ian chuckled, then turned and left, his curiosity sated. He continued his exploration, finally reaching the end of the path.
A beam of brilliant light shone down from above. At the top of the stairs stood a figure clad in gleaming golden armor, radiating an aura of power and authority.
However, Ian sensed the power of a Devil Fruit emanating from him. Not a Zoan, not a Logia, not even a Paramecia with spatial abilities. This was the power of time, a force that transcended all others.
It was the ultimate Devil Fruit, superior even to the Slow-Slow Fruit and Time-Time Fruit. It wasn't just a power over time, but the very source of time, the origin of all powers and the laws of reality. The Time-Time Fruit.
"Time, is it?" Ian felt the flow of time around him accelerate. A normal human lifespan was but a fleeting century. If that century were compressed into a single minute…
"I see. I understand now."
Like Toki's Time-Time Fruit, which allowed her to skip forward in time, Im could accelerate the flow of time around him.
He could even slow down, pause, or rewind time for a few seconds, achieving a form of immortality. But even if he slowed his own aging to a crawl, he still had to live through those eight centuries.
Like Toki, his age wouldn't change. There were limits to his power. He could manipulate the flow of time for others, but not his own lifespan.
Ian looked at Im and shook his head slightly. If he hadn't acquired the Slow-Slow Fruit, this power might have posed a significant threat.
But now… While he would still need to use Armament Haki to defend against the temporal manipulation, the strain on his body would be minimal. With the Slow-Slow Fruit, he could negate the effects of the Time-Time Fruit almost entirely.
After all, Hollows and Shinigami had lifespans measured in millennia. Even if Im accelerated time to its limit, it wouldn't be enough to significantly impact Ian.
But Ian's gaze moved past Im, towards the center of the chamber, where a withered tree stood, its branches bare except for a single fruit at its peak.
"The Devil Fruit Tree?"
The tree was identical to the one within his own body. He imagined it once laden with fruit, a vibrant symbol of life and power. But one day, it had been ravaged, its fruit scattered across the world.
And the one responsible… Joy Boy?!
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