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HOLY LAND OF MARY GEOISE —
Four years. It had been four years since the God Valley Incident — the catastrophe that robbed the World Government of something far more precious than land or treasure: their prodigious child, Saint Robert Van Figarland.
A divine heir. A genius born under sacred stars. To the so-called descendants of the Creator, he was not merely a child — he was a promise. A symbol. A future Commander of the God Knights... or perhaps, something far greater.
So, when word of his untimely demise spread like wildfire through the grand halls of Mary Geoise, the Celestial Dragon houses plunged into mourning. His funeral was monumental — a ceremony marked by cold opulence and tearless grief, attended by every noble and elite. But it wasn't long before their sorrow twisted into fury.
Their cries rang across the capital, demanding blood. Demanding vengeance against the one responsible — Charlotte Linlin.
And so, the Five Elders responded.
A Buster Call was ordered. Fleet Admiral Kong deployed the full force of the Navy upon Linlin's territory — Totto Land. The assault was absolute. Unforgiving. The island was reduced to ash. Children, elders, and outcast races who had once living under Big Mom's dream — all were annihilated in the name of divine retribution.
No survivors.
As for Linlin herself, she was still recovering from the grievous wound inflicted by Robert during the battle at God Valley. When she received the news — that her home, her vision, had been erased from the world — her scream echoed across the New World. With no choice left, she gathered what remained of her children, led by her eldest son Katakuri, and disappeared into the shadows.
The Five Elders were enraged. Not because of the attack's scale — but because Linlin had escaped. Justice had not been done. Retribution had not been complete. She still breathed. A lowborn monster had slipped through the divine net.
But before they could act again, a single command echoed from the throne above.
Their Immortal Lord had ordered a ceasefire. The Marines were to withdraw.
The hunt was over.
And that was when the changes began.
After God Valley, something shifted within the Immortal Lord — something the Five Elders, after centuries of loyal service, had never seen before. The one who once ruled in silence, disinterested in the world below, began to stir.
They seemed... active. Restless.
Robert's death had left a void — not just in the world, but within the Lord themselves. It became clear that the shadowy sovereign had regarded the boy highly — perhaps even with anticipation. Robert was not just a tool or pawn. He was a key.
And within mere months, the inner gears of the World Government began to turn in new directions.
Where once the Five Elders had issued decrees as the highest authority, now their influence shifted. Slowly, quietly, the Immortal Lord reclaimed the mantle of command — issuing orders directly to the God Knights. And then, something even more profound occurred.
The Five Elders — men who once appeared as sages in their twilight years — began to change. Their forms became youthful, their power expanded, their aura... divine. The transformation was neither natural nor explainable. Not even they could comprehend it.
The power that rejuvenated them had not come from within. It had been given to them.
Their Lord had ascended.
And in that ascension, the Elders saw the truth.
Their master was no longer just a ruler.
He had become a GOD.
But that was only the surface. Only the beginning.
Because the truth of what happened that day — what truly transpired after Robert's awakening — was something known only to the one who sat atop the Empty Throne.
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FOUR YEARS AGO — GOD VALLEY INCIDENT
THE MOMENT OF ROBERT'S TRUE AWAKENING
In the heart of Pangaea Castle, behind countless veils of secrecy, lay a secluded sanctuary — the Chamber of Flowers. It was there the Immortal Lord of the world tended to rare blossoms, each symbolizing a world or kingdom they had once ruled, now lost or forgotten.
Kneeling nearby was Gunko, the Lord's most trusted guard and sole confidante. Her voice was steady, her report detailed.
"Everything unfolds as you foresaw, my Lord. Rocks D. Xebec has launched his attack on God Valley. Reports confirm heavy casualties among the Celestial Dragons. The God Knights are engaged, and Saint Saturn has called for reinforcements. Vice Admiral Garp is en route."
The Immortal Lord hummed — a low, thoughtful sound. It was going as expected. Six years ago, during the Reverie, Rocks had already dared the unthinkable — kidnapping world rulers, murdering a Marine Admiral, and even breaching Pangaea itself to stand inside this very chamber.
A feat no one had achieved in eight hundred years.
That day, Rocks had left with a promise. "I'll be back," he had declared.
The Lord had chuckled. Bold, certainly — but still a man of the lower world. Insignificant in the grand scheme.
But before they could muse further, an agony unlike anything they'd ever known tore through their body.
A blinding wave of pain surged from within. Their legs buckled. Blood spilled from their lips. They collapsed.
"MY LORD—!"
Gunko rushed forward in panic, catching her master as they fell. But before she could summon a doctor, a trembling hand stopped her.
"...No," the Lord rasped, breathing heavily. "Stay."
Obedient, she remained at their side. The Lord's breathing steadied — slowly, unnaturally. Their immortality had begun to mend the damage.
But something was wrong. Deeply wrong.
The Lord sat motionless for a moment, eyes distant — reaching inward with senses far beyond human comprehension. Then, abruptly... their eyes widened.
A connection was gone.
The tether that linked them to the Abyss — to Robert Van Figarland — had vanished.
They tried to trace it. Reach it. Reconnect. But before they could, another wave of pain slammed into their chest, and with it... a foreign presence.
Not just the loss of a link — but the birth of an anomaly.
The Lord stood up with terrifying resolve. "Gunko," they said, voice cold. "Come with me."
Together, they made their way to the Collection Room — a hidden sanctum known only to them. It was where the Lord kept the blood of every subject they deemed 'noteworthy' throughout the centuries.
As the door opened, a shift occurred. The room — always cold and still — was now thrumming. Something ancient stirred.
Drawn by instinct, the Lord stepped forward... until they found it.
A vial, pulsing with impossible energy.
Saint Robert Van Figarland's blood. No longer red — but glowing gold.
"My Lord... what is this?" Gunko whispered.
But the Lord raised a hand. Silence.
With great care, they uncapped the vial and touched the blood.
And instantly, it turned pitch-black.
Then — it moved. It crawled up their finger, slithered along their skin, and vanished into their flesh.
The room trembled.
An explosion of cosmic pressure blasted outward, and Gunko collapsed, unconscious. The chamber quaked under the sheer weight of that presence — an energy denser than divinity itself.
And then — stillness.
The power receded. The Lord stood tall once more. Their body pulsed with a force that had no name — something beyond gods, beyond worlds.
They clenched their hand, feeling it burn with possibility.
"This power..." they murmured, staring at the empty vial.
A quiet smile tugged at their lips.
"Oh, Robert... you truly are the one I've waited for — all these years."