The world trembled on the precipice of unprecedented chaos. From the highest echelons of the World Government to the darkest corners of the criminal underworld, every major power found themselves forced to confront the future that the Sky Screen had mercilessly revealed. The implications of Joy Boy's identity had sent shockwaves through established orders that had remained unchanged for centuries.
In the sacred halls of Mariejois, the Five Elders convened in emergency session as three figures stepped from the shadows. The first bore an uncanny resemblance to Shanks, his noble features sharpened by cold arrogance and the weight of Celestial Dragon blood. The second was a towering elder, all muscle and age-worn strength, his body thick with hair, his beard flowing as long as the thorns he commanded. The last appeared younger, lanky and deceptively meek in bearing, yet his form shimmered with the aura of a mythical beast, the Kirin's fire coiling at his limbs. Their movements were swift, decisive, and terrifyingly precise—the unmistakable cadence of warriors long prepared for war. With their arrival, the World Government's greatest secrets began to stir, ancient powers awakening once more to face a threat believed buried for eight hundred years.
The Marines found themselves fractured along ideological lines that cut deeper than rank or station. Some called for immediate action against the revealed future, while others argued for careful observation. The revelation that one of their own—Monkey D. Garp's grandson—would play such a pivotal role in the coming storm had shattered any pretense of unified purpose.
The Mink Tribe of Zou prepared for a desperate gamble, their ancient loyalty to the Kozuki clan driving them toward a collision course with one of the Yonko. Meanwhile, in Wano Country, Kurozumi Orochi plotted the elimination of threats both revealed and hidden, his paranoia reaching new heights as they contemplated the future shown on the Sky Screen.
Even Doflamingo, the Heavenly Yaksha who had built an empire on chaos and manipulation, found himself retreating from the board as pieces far larger than himself began to move. The man who had once declared himself a god among mortals now understood that there were forces in this world that dwarfed even his considerable ambitions.
And in North Blue, Trafalgar Law's submarine cut through dark waters toward an uncertain reunion, the Surgeon of Death's resolve hardened by grief and the desperate need to protect what remained of his family.
The whole world teetered on the edge of chaos, each nation and crew forced to choose their side in the approaching drama. No one would escape unscathed from what was coming.
Yet the mastermind behind this global upheaval sat comfortably on Fukumitsu Island, a smile of pure satisfaction stretched across his face. Kaito leaned back in his chair, savoring the moment like fine wine. Watching his carefully planted seeds bloom into worldwide panic was intoxicating—the ultimate validation of his grand design.
"The Dressrosa incident is about to reach its climax," Kaito mused aloud, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I can hardly wait to see how they all react. I don't think I've ever been this excited."
The Grand Tale System observed its host's expression with something approaching concern. If I didn't know better, I'd say he looks like a proper villain right now.
Across the world, Kaito's summoned champions pursued their assigned roles with methodical precision. Ultron, having consumed the Baku-Baku no Mi (Munch-Munch Fruit), had leaved before Ada began his infiltration, The android was scouring the globe for suitable metals, preparing for his Sentries. Kaito had no idea where his mechanical subordinate had gone, but he trusted that Ultron would return when ready—likely with an army of robots at his command.
Ada Wong had integrated seamlessly into CP9, her skills and apparent loyalty during the future Dressrosa operation shown on the sky screen earning the World Government's trust. The World Government were already discussing her promotion to CP0, recognizing her potential as one of their strongest shields. Her performance had been flawless, each mission executed with the cold efficiency that had made her legendary in her original world.
As for Artoria, her life within the Marine had become remarkably comfortable. Every Marine seemed drawn to her natural charisma and unwavering sense of justice. Even Sakazuki, notorious for his perpetual scowl and harsh demeanor, would visibly soften in her presence, engaging in earnest discussions about the true meaning of justice rather than his usual volcanic outbursts.
Since the sky screen showing her future promotion to Acting Fleet Admiral, Artoria's standing within the Marine had skyrocketed. Her treatment now rivaled that of a full Admiral, surpassing even Admiral candidates in terms of respect and resources. Gion and the other female officers had accepted her leadership without question, and Vice Admiral Tsuru had begun grooming her to inherit the carefully cultivated network of the Marine's Chief of Staff.
The selection process for the future twelve Admirals had become the Marine's most heated topic of debate. The veteran trio—Borsalino, Kuzan, and Sakazuki—held their positions without question, their strength beyond dispute.
Smoker, the future Admiral White Horse (Shirouma), enjoyed both prestigious connections and years of dedicated service within the Marine hierarchy. If he could fully develop his Moku Moku no Mi (Smoke-Smoke Fruit) abilities, his path to Admiral rank seemed assured.
However, Gin's candidacy as Admiral Blue Snake (Aohebi) faced significant opposition. His past as a pirate from East Blue made conservative Marine officers uncomfortable—the idea of promoting a former criminal to such a prestigious position challenged everything they believed about justice and redemption. This controversy had become the primary source of criticism surrounding Artoria's future leadership decisions.
"Both Artoria and Ada sent me interesting news," Kaito continued, his grin widening. "Kaido has arrived in Paradise, and the World Government is mobilizing their strongest forces to hunt him down. I almost feel sorry for Teacher Kaido."
The Grand Tale System noted that despite his words, Kaito's expression showed nothing resembling sympathy. Manipulating one of the Yonko into taking on the role of Joy Boy's harbinger demonstrated just how far his schemes had evolved. Every player on the Grand Line had become a piece on his personal chessboard, and he moved them with the casual confidence of a master strategist.
The system remembered Kaito's previous life—how he'd spent countless hours on forums, crafting elaborate deceptions to fool unsuspecting newcomers. That same twisted pleasure in manipulation had simply found a grander stage. The entire world had become his playground, and every soul upon it served his entertainment.
"I wonder what Buggy's up to these days," Kaito mused, already reaching for his interface. "It would be a shame if he didn't have something interesting to do." He spent Infamy Points on an item from the system store, his eyes twinkling with mischief. As a devoted fan of the clown pirate, he couldn't bear the thought of Buggy sitting idle when there was chaos to be sown.
Night had fallen over PetalwindIsland like a heavy blanket. The last CP9 intrusion felt like a distant memory—Ada's infiltration of the government agents had successfully removed the island from their surveillance network. The Buggy Pirates could finally rest easy, though their captain remained perpetually paranoid about discovery.
Buggy paced the corridors of their makeshift base, constantly urging his crew to maintain a low profile. The terror of attracting Marine attention consumed his thoughts, especially knowing that some mysterious force might compel him to fight battles he couldn't possibly win.
His crew, however, harbored unwavering faith in their captain's hidden strength. They'd witnessed his incredible transformation during combat, seen him trade blows with Admiral Sakazuki himself. To them, Captain Buggy was simply too modest about his overwhelming power, choosing to reveal his true capabilities only when absolutely necessary.
But Buggy knew the terrifying truth. Something—or someone—periodically seized control of his body, transforming him into a warrior he could never hope to become on his own. During these episodes, he lost all memory of his actions, awakening only to find evidence of battles he couldn't remember fighting.
The wounds from his encounter with Sakazuki still ached, limiting his movements and serving as a constant reminder of that inexplicable power. The injuries were real, the pain undeniable—and they made even simple pleasures difficult to enjoy.
In his private quarters, Buggy lay entwined with Alvida, their bodies pressed together in the intimate darkness. Despite his injuries, despite his fears, he found solace in her embrace. Alvida had grown several centimeters taller than him after consuming the Sube Sube no Mi (Slip-Slip Fruit), but their similar builds made their physical compatibility surprisingly natural.
"You know," Alvida whispered against his chest, "I could paint my face like yours—just like that my future version I saw on the Sky Screen." Her voice carried a note of longing that made Buggy's heart race.
During these quiet moments, Alvida often found herself comparing the two sides of her lover. The confident, domineering warrior who emerged during battle carried an intoxicating aura of masculine power that left her breathless. This gentler, more vulnerable Buggy offered different pleasures—tenderness and genuine affection that the fierce persona rarely displayed.
Suddenly, Alvida felt something changing. Buggy's body pressed against her with increasing firmness, but not in the way she'd initially expected. His entire frame was expanding, growing larger and more muscular by the second.
"What's happening?" she gasped, watching in fascination as Buggy's height stretched beyond the bed's capacity. His two-meter frame extended rapidly, surpassing four meters as his muscles bulged with newfound power. The gentle man she'd been holding transformed before her eyes into something magnificent and terrifying.
The familiar clown makeup materialized across his features, but now it enhanced rather than concealed his natural charisma. The painted smile seemed to mock the world itself, promising chaos and violence with artistic flair.
"Lord Buggy," Alvida breathed, her eyes lighting up with barely contained desire. "You've returned to us."
The transformed Buggy looked down at his expanded form with a mixture of embarrassment and resignation. His original clothes hung in tatters, completely inadequate for his new size. Standing naked in his quarters hardly seemed appropriate for addressing his crew.
"Alvida," he commanded, his voice carrying an authority that made her shiver with anticipation, "please step outside and find me suitable clothing. Then gather the officers—we have important matters to discuss tonight."
Without hesitation, Alvida collected her scattered garments and dressed swiftly. Her movements carried an eagerness that spoke volumes about her preference for this version of her captain. She hurried from the room, already calling out orders to locate clothing fit for Buggy's transformed state.
Soon, lights blazed throughout the Buggy Pirates' base as word spread of their captain's return. Sleep became irrelevant—every crew member wanted to witness the presence of the legendary warrior who dwelt within their beloved, bumbling leader.