Author's Notes:
Today, I bring you several chapters in one—almost 4,000 words. I'm moving to another city in my country, and unfortunately, I won't be able to take my computer, where I enjoy writing.
These are the last chapters I had revised, but they may still contain translation errors, as I'm finishing this version just a few hours before embarking on this new journey. I'd like to thank everyone who has read this far.
And yes, the next chapter would be the Viltrumite War, but since it hasn't been revised yet, I decided to post these instead.
Thank you to everyone who has followed along so far! The fanfic will go on hiatus until I can bring my computer to my new home.
Take care, eat well, and keep practicing the Dao of Evil. May Great Love Immortal Venerable bless you all!
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Mont Blanc Cricket was sitting in his cabin, holding an old, crumpled newspaper. The headlines screamed about the destruction of Mock Town and the escape of the Yellow Demon. But Cricket knew it was a lie. The Viltrumite hadn't fled—he was there, on the other side of the island, buried in the dense and wild forest of Jaya.
He folded the newspaper with a sigh and looked out the window. The sky was tinged with a deep orange, about to be swallowed by the night's darkness. Over the past few months, he had noticed strange things. Trees split in half with no sign of an axe. Occasionally, flashes of light came from deep within the jungle, as if lightning was striking without warning. And more recently, he had seen something even stranger: an imposing figure, sitting among the twisted roots, motionless like a statue.
"Why is he still here?" Cricket murmured, scratching his unkempt beard. "He could be anywhere in the world, but he chose to stay. Training… or waiting?"
He considered the possibility of selling this information to the Navy. But the idea died before it even took shape. The Viltrumite, despite his absurd bounty of 850 million berries, had never done anything against him or his raiding brothers. Besides, if the Navy came after him, the inevitable conflict would probably wipe out what was left of his home and his precious records about Mont Blanc Noland.
No, Cricket wouldn't call them. Instead, he grabbed his hat and decided to find out for himself what the hell that monster was up to.
The Jaya forest was alive, but in that part of the island, silence reigned. With every step, Cricket felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. The air felt heavier there. More charged. As he advanced, he passed shattered trunks as if they had been crushed by giant hands. The ground, once covered in dry leaves, was now a field of craters and exposed roots.
He heard it before he saw it. A steady breath. Constant. Like the echo of distant thunder. Cricket hid behind a fallen trunk and peeked.
There he was.
The Viltrumite sat with his eyes closed. His body, covered in scars, looked even more menacing under the faint moonlight. But what caught Cricket's attention was something beyond the man's brutal physicality. Parts of his body were darkened, wrapped in something Cricket couldn't comprehend. A dense shadow that seemed to absorb the light around it.
"He's training… But training what?" Cricket thought, feeling a chill down his spine.
Five months. Five months since the Viltrumite arrived in Jaya and plunged into training. He wasn't running—he was preparing. The word echoed in his mind: Haki. An invisible but real power. A force that shaped the true warriors of the sea.
He took a deep breath and focused. His body darkened entirely as Armament Haki covered his skin like a living armor. He raised his hand and struck a thick tree. The trunk exploded into splinters, scattering sharp fragments in all directions.
He looked at his own hand with a predatory gleam in his eyes.
"Interesting…"
But that wasn't enough. He closed his eyes and let his senses expand. Slowly, he felt everything around him. The wind gliding through the leaves. Cricket's accelerated heartbeat, pounding in an irregular rhythm. He knew he was being watched, but he ignored it. The man was not a threat.
Finally, he stood up. The ground trembled beneath his feet. And then, with a single thought, he released his power.
A wave of devastating energy swept through the forest. The trees groaned as if they were alive, branches snapped, and animals fled in desperation. Cricket staggered back, feeling the overwhelming weight of the Viltrumite's presence. His knees nearly gave out, but he forced himself to remain standing.
It was at that moment he decided to approach.
His body was rigid, every instinct screaming at him to turn around and run, but he ignored it. He walked until he was just a few meters away from the Viltrumite, cleared his throat, and said the first thing that came to his mind:
"You… do you know about the Skypiea?"
The Viltrumite opened his eyes. Two red points glowed in the darkness. His gaze was sharp, almost cruel.
"Skypiea?"
Cricket swallowed hard. "Yes. Skypiea. They say it's an island floating above the clouds. My ancestor, Mont Blanc Noland, went there and brought back treasures. But no one believes him… or me."
The Viltrumite remained silent, studying him with an unreadable expression.
"And why are you telling me this?"
Cricket hesitated. "Because… I think you could go there. And maybe… prove that it exists."
The silence stretched on. Then, something unexpected happened.
The Viltrumite laughed. A low, dangerous sound. A laugh that made Cricket's spine tingle.
"And what do I get out of it?"
Cricket struggled to keep his voice steady. "Knowledge. And maybe… a good fight. They say Skypiea is protected by a god."
The Viltrumite raised an eyebrow. "A god?"
He looked up at the sky, where the stars had begun to emerge between the clouds. Cricket held his breath, waiting for his response.
"Interesting."
The Viltrumite stood, his silhouette seeming even larger under the moonlight. "Maybe I'll go." He smirked. "But not for you."
Cricket nodded, feeling a strange sense of relief. "Thank you… for listening."
But the Viltrumite was no longer paying attention to him. He returned to his meditation, as if the conversation had never happened. Cricket stood there for a moment, just listening to the sound of the forest struggling to recover from the impact of that presence. Then, without another word, he turned and began walking back.
That night, for the first time in a long while, he felt like he was about to witness a legend become reality.
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Nine months. Nine months since the Viltrumite had isolated himself in the forest of Jaya, subjecting himself to brutal and relentless training. The scorching sun, the torrential rains, and the silent nights were his only companions. His fists cracked the earth, his bursts of Haki shook the forest, and his sweat stained the ground. He did not rest. He did not hesitate. He did not allow anything to distract him from his goal.
Doflamingo had said it would take him half a year to reach an intermediate level in the three types of Haki. The Viltrumite, however, took nine months—not due to difficulty, but out of sheer ambition. The established limit did not interest him. He wanted more. He needed more. Each day was a war against his own limits, a battle against complacency. And in the end, he won.
Now, sitting exactly where his training had begun, he gazed at the horizon with eyes that no longer carried the youthful impulse they once did. His face, once smooth and immature, now bore a thin, well-groomed mustache. His features had hardened, taking on a maturity and coldness he previously lacked. Despite his 80 years of existence, he still appeared to be 18—a side effect of the Viltrumite lineage. But there was something new in his red eyes: an intimidating depth, a calculating gleam of someone who had glimpsed his true potential.
He slowly raised his hand. Instantly, his arm darkened, enveloped by Armament Haki. But there was something more. A black, vivid, and electric aura snaked around his hand, crackling in the air. Conqueror's Haki infused into Armament Haki. He felt the energy vibrating within him, a power that few in the world could even dream of mastering. His fingers curled into a fist, and the pressure around him intensified, causing the surrounding leaves to stir wildly.
"Finally..." he murmured, observing his own power with a mix of satisfaction and anticipation. "Now, I'm ready."
As he stood up, he felt the weight of his own power. The environment around him bore the scars of his training. Trees were split in half, craters decorated the ground, and stones had been reduced to dust. He had tested himself, surpassed himself, and been reborn stronger. But now, only one problem remained.
He was bored.
The Viltrumite wandered across the island, observing the changes. Mock Town had been rebuilt, bars had reopened, and pirate chaos had been restored. New faces had appeared, but none worth his time. No challenge worthy of him. Cricket was still around, but the explorer was just an ordinary man, without the strength to offer a worthy confrontation.
He lifted his gaze to the sky, recalling a conversation he had with Cricket months ago.
"Skypiea... the island in the sky. Does it really exist?"
His time in Jaya was over. He had grown, refined his abilities, and was ready for the next challenge. If Skypiea was real, he would find it. If it wasn't… well, he could always destroy something along the way.
"Let's see if this Skypiea really exists."
With one last look at the island that had served as his training ground, he flexed his muscles and launched himself into the sky. The wind howled around him as he ascended, piercing through the clouds like an unstoppable missile. His body sliced through the air, propelled not just by his strength, but by the insatiable need to go beyond.
If there was something above the clouds, he would find it.
And if there were enemies waiting for him... even better.
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The Viltrumite pierced through the clouds, feeling the change in air pressure and the humidity clinging to his body. The air was thinner here, making breathing different—almost too light. When he finally emerged, he was greeted by a breathtaking sight. Skypiea was a world above the clouds, with floating islands covered in exotic vegetation, rivers of clouds winding between them, and a golden light bathing everything as if the sun itself was closer. The sky was a deep blue, dotted with birds of shimmering plumage gliding gracefully, oblivious to the storm of violence about to unfold.
He hovered in the air for a moment, taking in the landscape. Buildings made of solid clouds and celestial stone stood at different heights—some resembling ancient temples, others simple huts that seemed to float in the ether. Cloud bridges connected suspended islands, and waterfalls of mist cascaded into the void, vanishing into the endless horizon.
"Interesting," he murmured, his red eyes reflecting the celestial light. "A place like this actually exists."
But his admiration was short-lived.
The first to approach was Gan Fall, the former god of Skypiea, riding his bird Pierre. The elderly man, clad in golden armor that gleamed under the sun, gazed at the Viltrumite with caution. The high-altitude breeze made his cape billow, and the spear he carried reflected the sunlight as if it had a glow of its own.
"Who are you, stranger? And what do you seek in Skypiea?" Gan Fall asked, his voice echoing through the silent vastness of the sky.
The Viltrumite looked at him, his eyes shining with predatory interest. "I am the Yellow Demon. And I am here for a battle."
Gan Fall hesitated, analyzing the intruder's stance. The man emanated an overwhelming energy, something that made the air around him feel heavier. But still, he tried to maintain peace.
"We do not need to fight. Skypiea is a place of harmony. If you seek refuge or knowledge, we can help."
The Viltrumite laughed—a low, menacing sound that reverberated like distant thunder. "Old man, I just spent nine months training. All I want is a battle to the death with someone."
Before Gan Fall could respond, the Viltrumite lunged. He shot toward the former god with blinding speed, displacing the air around him and creating a sonic boom that made the clouds tremble. His fist, coated with Armament Haki and Conqueror's Haki, shimmered with a dark, overwhelming energy.
Gan Fall tried to defend himself, raising his spear, but the impact was brutal. The metal shattered like glass, and the next blow struck the old man directly in the chest, sending him flying off his mount.
Gan Fall crashed onto a floating island, demolishing fragile structures made of solid clouds as he hit the ground. He spat blood, struggling to catch his breath, but the Viltrumite was already upon him. The sky conqueror grabbed the old man by the throat and lifted him as if he weighed nothing.
"Are you the strongest one here?" the Viltrumite asked, squeezing the warrior's neck until his eyes bulged. "Pathetic."
With a sickening snap, Gan Fall's neck broke. The Viltrumite tossed his body to the ground like a piece of trash and turned to Pierre, who chirped desperately, flapping its wings frantically. The bird tried to flee, but the Viltrumite struck like lightning, crushing its skull in a single blow. Blood mixed with the thin mist of the clouds, falling like a scarlet rain onto the floating houses below.
Days passed as he explored Skypiea. The initial fascination quickly gave way to boredom. He heard of Enel, the self-proclaimed god who had seized the throne by force and crushed all resistance. Curious, the Viltrumite decided to observe from a distance before acting.
Then, as he soared over a vast clearing, he saw the battlefield.
Below him, chaos reigned. Thunder roared in the sky as Enel, sitting atop a floating cloud, laughed like a lunatic, hurling lightning at the Shandians. The priests Satori, Shura, Ohm, and Gedatsu spread destruction, while Wyper struggled to resist, panting, gripping his Reject Dial tightly.
"This is your god?" the Viltrumite muttered to himself, a mocking smile forming.
"Damn it! Fight! Don't retreat!" Wyper shouted to his warriors.
Enel laughed loudly. "Bow before your god! Divine Judgment! 200 Million Volts!"
A colossal bolt of lightning descended from the sky, consuming dozens of warriors. The smell of burning flesh filled the air.
"Interesting," the Viltrumite murmured, crossing his arms. "Time to see if this 'god' is worth anything."
He dove like a meteor, cracking the ground upon landing. All eyes turned to him.
Wyper gasped, his lungs burning, blood streaming from deep cuts on his body. His gaze locked onto the towering, muscular figure before him—a man with glowing red eyes, burning like embers.
"Who are you?" Wyper asked, his voice hoarse and hesitant.
The Viltrumite smiled, the grin of a predator staring at its prey.
"Who I am doesn't matter because you're all going to die today."
And then he moved.
Satori tried to predict his attacks, his eyes wide as his prediction orbs spun frantically around him. But there was no time. The Viltrumite's fist pierced his torso like a spear, ripping out his internal organs in a hot spray of blood. Satori's body collapsed with a dull thud, his eyes still frozen in shock.
Shura roared in rage and thrust his spear forward with all his strength. The Viltrumite caught it in mid-air, his fingers tightening until the shaft snapped. Before Shura could react, a violent strike shattered his neck, and his head spun through the air before hitting the ground, his eyes lifeless.
Ohm tried to retreat, but the Viltrumite was already upon him. The priest screamed in agony as his leg was torn off at the knee, blood gushing like an unforgiving river. He opened his mouth to scream—but had no chance. The Viltrumite grabbed his head and smashed it against the ground with such force that the earth split open.
Gedatsu, witnessing the massacre, turned and ran. His footsteps were frantic, his heart pounding in terror. But death caught him in seconds. The Viltrumite grabbed his arms and pulled in opposite directions. The sound of flesh and bone snapping echoed across the battlefield, followed by Gedatsu's agonized screams as he was slowly torn apart, his suffering prolonged just to satisfy the Viltrumite's bloodlust.
And then, only Enel remained.
The self-proclaimed god trembled, his body buzzing with adrenaline and shock. His golden eyes were fixed on the monstrosity before him—a being that should not exist, a creature that even the heavens could not shake.
"W-What are you?" Enel stammered, stepping back, his eyes wide in terror.
The Viltrumite simply smiled. "A Viltrumite."
Enel clenched his teeth. His body glowed intensely, electricity crackling around him like a storm about to explode. He raised his hands to the sky, summoning all his divine power.
"RAIGOU! 300 MILLION VOLTS!"
A colossal thunderbolt crashed down, engulfing the Viltrumite in a blinding explosion.
When the light faded, Enel gasped, his knees weak.
And then—he saw it.
The Viltrumite was still there. Unharmed.
"That's all?" he laughed, mocking.
Before Enel could react, a single punch shattered his skull.
The battlefield fell silent.
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The sky over Skypiea was still stained with the blood of those who had fallen. The Viltrumite hovered in the air, gazing at the golden clouds beneath his feet. The massacre of the Shandians and Enel's priests had been brutal. Nothing remained but torn bodies and the scent of flesh burned by the divine lightning of the self-proclaimed god.
He felt no remorse. He never had. To him, carnage was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. Just noise that ceased the moment his fists went into action. Humans were predictable. They begged, they screamed, their eyes widened in terror as their lives were reduced to nothing more than a torn-out page from a book that never mattered. The world was full of insignificant worms.
With one last glance at that land suspended in the sky, he dived. The wind slashed against his face like razors as he plummeted at incredible speed, piercing through the thick clouds of the region. And then, in an instant, he broke the barrier between sky and sea.
The Grand Line opened before him.
The ocean stretched out in all directions, a whirlpool of chaos and mystery. Colossal waves rose like walls before collapsing upon themselves. Treacherous currents intertwined like hungry serpents, swallowing entire ships without warning. Storms were born and died in mere minutes, like playful gods testing the patience of mortals. The Viltrumite had crossed many planets, but he had never seen a sea as volatile as this one.
And the smell.
Heavy salt air, rusted iron, wood soaked in brine, the distant perfume of spices and roasted meat. A nearby city.
Water 7.
He saw it even before he landed. Canals cut through the metropolis like veins, streets were a tangle of ships and interconnected structures, and the Sea Train tracks snaked through the city like the spine of a mechanical beast. A living, pulsating city, full of human ingenuity. But also a nest of rats. Pirates, bounty hunters, assassins, and, of course, agents of the World Government.
His arrival had an immediate impact.
He landed in the center of the square, his feet touching the ground unhurriedly. The air around him grew heavy, as if the very atmosphere could feel his presence. The chatter dissipated in seconds, replaced by a suffocating silence.
Eyes turned toward him. First, curiosity. Then, recognition. Then, fear.
"It's him..."
"The Yellow Demon..."
"500 million berries!"
Bounty hunters exchanged glances, evaluating the situation. Some attempted to move closer, greed gleaming in their eyes. But before they could even lift a weapon, something struck them.
An invisible weight. An oppressive force that made the ground groan beneath their feet. Metal and wooden plates vibrated as if they were about to come apart. The brutal impact didn't come from punches or blades, but from the sheer presence of the Viltrumite.
The weaker ones fell to their knees, eyes rolling back. Others collapsed like lifeless puppets, fainting at the mere touch of his Conqueror's Haki. Horses reared in terror, carts crashed into each other, bottles of liquor slipped from vendors' hands and shattered against the ground.
The air grew denser. As if the entire city was on the verge of crumbling.
And then, silence.
No one dared move. No civilians, no criminals. Just hushed whispers and cautious glances as the Yellow Demon calmly walked through the streets of Water 7.
He walked leisurely, exploring the city as if he were just another tourist—but the tension in the air made it clear that everyone knew he was not. He passed through a bustling market, his curious eyes lingering on the stalls of exotic fruits, the fresh fish displayed in wooden baskets. He grabbed an apple from a stand, took a bite, and kept walking. The vendor hesitated, opened his mouth to protest, but upon meeting the Viltrumite's cold gaze, simply lowered his head and let it go.
He did the same with a meat skewer from a nearby stall, chewing absentmindedly as he observed the movement around him. A group of children played near the canal, but upon seeing him, they froze and backed away, their eyes filled with pure survival instinct.
He ignored them, and soon his steps led him to a small restaurant. The aroma of seafood stew filled the air. He walked in, grabbed a bowl from a random table, and drank the broth in a single gulp. The restaurant owner widened his eyes, unable to decide whether to run or beg.
The Viltrumite simply smiled—a cold, humorless smile—and walked out without paying once again.
Inside a hidden office within the Galley-La Company, CP9 watched attentively.
"This complicates things," Kaku murmured, crossing his arms. There was a forced humor in his voice. No one laughed.
"We can't make contact," Kalifa said, adjusting her glasses. "If he finds out who we are, the World Government might lose control over Water 7."
Lucci kept his expression cold, but his mind was working fast. "We need to alert headquarters."
Blueno wasted no time. With a simple motion, he opened a door in the air and vanished.
Seconds later, he reappeared inside a World Government facility. He grabbed a Den Den Mushi and connected directly to the Marine base.
"This is Blueno from CP9. We have a problem. The Yellow demon is in Water 7."
The silence on the other end of the line was almost deafening. Until a deep, unwavering voice responded:
"Understood. The nearest admiral is Aokiji. He's a few hours away. Try to hold him off until then."
The call was cut.
Blueno returned to the base and reported the response. The agents exchanged glances.
"Hold him off?" Kaku scoffed, a humorless smile on his lips. "Is that a euphemism for 'sacrifice ourselves until reinforcements arrive'?"
"We can't confront him directly," Kalifa said. "But we can manipulate circumstances to make it harder for him to leave the city."
Lucci nodded. "We'll work in the shadows. If we can delay him without revealing our identity, we might buy enough time. Let Aokiji handle it."
The icy sea roared in the distance.
Aboard a Marine ship, a man in a greenish coat yawned. Small ice crystals formed in the air around him as he stretched. His half-closed eyes showed boredom, but his mind was already crafting strategies.
"Yellow demon, huh?" Aokiji sighed, feeling the weight of the task ahead. "This might be troublesome."
The cold around him intensified.
Water 7 was about to freeze.
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