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While this was going on, the men of the tribe shouted,
"You are stealing our woman!Which were given to us to Breed by Our GOD SAMUD Don't be arrogant with us! Our god, Samud, the god of strength, will protect us! Even if you destroyed his statue, even if you broke the Statue of messenger Hiraq that carried our prayers, you are still just a mortal, and he is a god. We will attack you, Hod!Even if you can defeat us all "
The one speaking was Ramiun, the chief of the tribe of Ad.
This tribe was known for arrogance and cruelty. But Hud lived differently. With his father Samud and his mother Zehar, he stayed away from the evils of the tribe. Still, this time, everything was different. Hud had rescued all the women from their torment, and he had destroyed the idol of their false god. Because of that, the people could no longer "send" prayers to their so-called lord, and their pride burned with anger.
Hud stood tall, looking at them with calm eyes, and spoke,
"Are you Sure these are gods? No… you are not. You don't listen to me because you are blind. What you are doing to the women is cruelty. And you dare to call it strength?"
The Young elders stepped forward, their faces twisted with rage.
"You speak of cruelty? We do the same as our fathers before us! This is our way. Who are you to stop us?"
Hud didn't flinch. His voice cut through the air like a blade.
"And do you think your Creator will forgive you for what you've done? You treated women as objects. You killed your own, laughed while causing suffering, and enjoyed it. Do you really think that is strength?!"
The crowd went silent. Some of the old elders looked down in shame, memories of their own sins stabbing their hearts.
Then Hud laughed, not in mockery, but with strength that shook them.
"Your false god Samud is nothing! With one punch, I destroyed his statue. The only true God is the God of Noah, the Creator of everything. He is the one who gives hope. And He is the one who sent me here!"
Behind Hud, the rescued women walked, their faces wet with tears. Some cried in with hope. For the first time, they believed their suffering might end. No longer would they be treated as toys or slaves. Now, they had dignity.
Hud was their shield. He was the only one who stood against the cruelty of their tribe. His strength was above all, unshakable, and his spirit burned with the Creator's will.
As the wind blew across the broken idol of Samud, the women followed Hud with heavy steps but hopeful hearts.
flashback —Hud's (POV).
"What am I?"
That's the question I used to ask myself. Why? Because the moment I was born… I knew things.
When I saw a plant, I instantly knew its name. When I saw an animal, I understood what it was. This wisdom was already inside me.
My parents, my father Samor and my mother Zehra, were the ones who raised me. They taught me what is good and what is right when I was still a baby. And strangely… I could understand everything, even at that age.
As I grew up, I learned by myself what was wrong and what was right. By the time I reached the age of twelve, I understood who I really was.
I am Hud, the Prophet of the Most High… the Almighty.
That was when I awakened my unique skill—Guide. I still remember the day I received it. The wisdom of the world itself whispered to me and gave me strength. Through Guide, I gained super strength and control over the elements themselves.
And then… I saw the truth of the people of Ad.
When I first entered their place, I saw horror. Women being tortured. Old men and women left to die in the sands. And men—shamelessly bowing before a false god, Samud, the so-called god of strength. A giant idol carved in stone, half-human, half-dog.
And the women… they weren't treated as human. They were used only for breeding. Fathers with their own daughters. Brothers with their own sisters. It was filth.
That day, rage burned inside me. My fists clenched, my blood boiled.
But when I saw the elders—broken, dying, begging for pity—I felt nothing. Why? Because they were only facing the punishment of their own sins.
When they were young, they too tortured women. They too laughed while causing suffering. Now, when death came for them, they cried for mercy.
But the truth is simple.
They did their sins. They chose their path. So why should I pity them?
[While this was going on in the Omniversal Layer 3—]
the realm between life and death—there was nothing but endless light. The entire place shined in silver and white. In the center stood a massive throne, pure silver, and sitting on it was the Absolute Being, Roger. or GOD
He sat calmly, looking down, his eyes glowing with wisdom.
"Good… everything is going according to plan," Roger thought. "The rulers and the monarchs are working together, destroying the worlds that have no hope… while saving even the smallest light inside a person's soul. Even if a planet falls into destruction, if one pure soul can be saved, it must be transferred to a new world. That is how balance is kept."
Roger's first son in this Omniversal Layer was Ashborn, the one who inherited the power of both ruler and monarch. Ashborn stood above all, commanding both sides under his father's will.
The Absolute Being closed his eyes for a moment. Then, suddenly, a soft voice echoed in his soul—the voice of his wife who resided deep within him.
"Honey… are you going to send him to the world of One Piece? You can see what's happening there, right? What they did after your prophet Joy Boy died?"
Roger chuckled lightly. "Hmm… you are right. It's time. That world has sunk into filth since Joy Boy's passing. It is time to send my son."
He summoned Ashborn through his mind-link. In seconds, a silver portal opened, and Ashborn appeared—not in his monstrous form, but in his human avatar, the same one he once used as Jin-Woo in another timeline.
Ashborn kneeled before his father.
"Father, you don't need to call me with such formality. I am always here. What do you require of me?"
Roger raised his hand and snapped his fingers. A massive projection appeared, showing the world of One Piece.
"My son, look."
Ashborn's eyes narrowed as the vision unfolded before him.
"This world holds many species. Their fate changed the moment Devil Fruits appeared—manifestations of human desires, human will, and human sins, taking form as fruits. Among them… was a woman named Imu."
Ashborn listened carefully. Roger's voice carried weight.
"Imu fell in love with my prophet, Joy Boy. He was the one I blessed with the power to bend reality itself. A power you would call… Toon Force. With it, he could laugh, fight, and rewrite fate itself. Imu wanted him by her side at all costs. For that, she captured the world and bent it under her thumb."
The vision shifted—showing the seas under Imu's shadow.
"But Joy Boy rejected her… when he saw the darkness inside her. That rejection drove her insane. She locked him away deep within the floor of eternal ice—so cold even steel would shatter instantly. Imu then revealed her own power—her Water-Water Fruit. The ultimate Devil Fruit, granting full dominion over water itself. With it, she cursed the sea against all Devil Fruit users, turning it into their greatest weakness."
Ashborn clenched his fists, his eyes glowing.
Roger continued.
"Imu manipulated Joy Boy's own crew. Betrayal spread. And after his death… the world drowned in corruption. The so-called World Government was born. The Marines enforce their lies. The Celestial Dragons treat humans like cattle. And the seas are ruled by filth."
Ashborn's expression turned cold, filled with disgust.
"So this… is the world you want me to descend into?"
Roger nodded slowly, his silver eyes burning.
"Yes. The time has come."