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One moment the crowd had been moved to tears by an inspiring speech. The next, a naked giant was performing an act of cannibalism before their horrified eyes. The emotional whiplash—from reverence to confusion to shock to pure terror—played across thousands of faces like a grotesque theater performance.
"Why... why is that giant eating people?!"
"What kind of monster is this?! Run!"
"It's devouring humans!"
Panic erupted first among the common folk. Civilians who had failed to secure seats trampled each other in their desperate flight from the venue. The unlucky were knocked down and crushed beneath countless feet, their bodies lost in the chaos of the stampede that spread like wildfire throughout the festival grounds.
After the initial shock wore off, the royal nobles occupying the elevated platforms didn't immediately flee. Instead, they commanded their well-paid security forces to engage the threat.
"One billion berries to whoever brings me that giant's head!" one king bellowed.
"Slice it to ribbons! Avenge Prince Willy—such a handsome man shouldn't die in vain!"
A twenty-meter giant without armor or weapons seemed manageable, despite its impressive size. This was the second half of the Grand Line, after all—surely the assembled firepower would prove sufficient.
Saint Charlos, trembling with a mixture of fear and sick fascination, barked orders at his CP0 protectors. "Capture that creature alive! I want it as my personal slave. Daily cannibalism shows would be absolutely entertaining!"
The Celestial Dragons' mental circuits operated on frequencies incomprehensible to normal humans. Perhaps centuries of inbreeding among the Twenty Kingdoms' descendants had taken their toll. After hundreds of years of intermarriage, every World Noble was related to every other—a family tree that had become a family circle. The entire divine bloodline was riddled with perverts; the only distinction lay between minor degenerates and major ones.
One CP0 agent in a pristine white suit reluctantly followed his master's orders, trailing behind the bounty hunters eager to claim the giant's head. Better to let cannon fodder test the creature's capabilities first.
Eren's Attack Titan made no effort to dodge the bullets and blades of his attackers. Instead, he was concentrating, preparing his hardening ability. When the first wave of hunters closed in, rows of gleaming white spikes erupted from the ground beneath the giant's feet, each spike stretching over ten meters into the air.
The hardened crystal formation turned money-blind mercenaries into skewered corpses in seconds. Only a handful of fighters skilled in Armament Haki managed to avoid instant death.
Hunter and prey roles reversed in an instant. A massive white war hammer materialized in the Attack Titan's grip—the Warhammer Titan's power to create weapons from crystallized hardening, allowing the fusion of multiple titan abilities.
The enormous weapon swept through the air toward the noble platforms. Faced with a hammer larger than their entire bodies, princes and aristocrats found no escape. Most of their expensive security teams had already abandoned their employers, choosing self-preservation over duty.
The hardened hammer swept across the entire viewing section like the hand of an avenging god. Everything in its path collapsed into bloodied ruins. These pathetic parasites, who had lived off others' labor their entire lives, finally met the proletariat's hammer. The carnage was indescribable—politicians and celebrities from nations across the world returned to dust under the titan's indiscriminate slaughter.
Recognizing the deteriorating situation, CP0 abandoned their hunting plans and focused on evacuating their charges. "My lords, forgive our presumption, but we cannot retrieve your slaves from the stage. Your safety takes absolute priority."
"Are you cowards?" Saint Charlos snarled, still not grasping the severity of their situation. "Why aren't you stopping that giant? I thought you were supposed to be invincible!"
"We Celestial Dragons fund your entire organization, and two agents can't handle a single giant?" Saint Shalria's confusion was absolute, matching her brother's stupidity perfectly.
The titan's matter-creation abilities left both CP0 operatives deeply wary. Combined with its terrifying size and apparent Devil Fruit powers, engaging such a monster was tactically unsound. Victory might be possible, but defeat would leave four World Nobles defenseless.
Saint Mjosgard watched the Attack Titan's continued rampage, observing how most who challenged it fell to the white crystalline weapons. "If those three won't leave, take only me. Anyone who wants to die can stay behind."
The family of three continued cursing, but with their lives on the line, the CP0 agents finally acted. Using Geppo (Moon Walk), they lifted off with their charges, carrying them high above the panicked crowds below. The government agents had no time to spare for civilian casualties.
Trafalgar Law had escaped the initial destruction using his Room ability's teleportation. Returning to the festival grounds, he witnessed a giant bearing Eren's unmistakable features wielding a massive white hammer. Under its horrific destructive power, the music festival had become a blood-soaked abattoir.
Severed limbs scattered across the ground. Upper torsos crushed beneath collapsed building stones. Bodies impaled on crystalline spikes. Human remains pressed into titan footprints. All of this devastation—the work of Eren alone.
Fragile humans were merely insects before such overwhelming force. The transformed Eren rampaged through living beings with methodical brutality. This was naked revenge—vengeance for that terrible night in Flevance—and he intended every human present to share in that ancient pain.
"Eren," Law called out, voice hollow with shock. "Is this the freedom you wanted?"
The pointed-eared Attack Titan heard his voice and turned those terrible eyes toward Law's position. Eren lowered his hardened weapon, crouching in the posture that giants used when addressing much smaller beings.
"Poor Law," the titan's voice rumbled like distant thunder. "You're just a pathetic soul saved by an undercover Marine. You may have forgotten what happened in Flevance that night, but I will never forget the Sister's final words."
The nun who had taken in both Eren and Ada had been kindness incarnate. Unfortunately, her saintly nature had made her believe the murderers' lies—she'd trusted that the executioners would spare children's lives.
She had invited Law to take refuge on her boat. Law had returned home first, searching for his sister. When he came back to the nun's location, not only was Lami missing in the flames, but the nun and all her charges lay dead, riddled with bullets.
"The Sister used her body to shield us from gunfire, giving me the chance to leap into the river and escape. Before she died, she told me, 'Thank goodness you didn't come over.' Her kindness saved both our lives."
After consuming that disgusting fruit—his first titan power—Eren had followed the river back to the massacre site, intending to collect the bodies of the nun and children for proper burial. "Can you guess who disposed of the victims' remains? I watched them laughing and talking as they threw body after body into the fires—including the Sister and others you knew."
Law suddenly understood what revelation was coming. He wanted to flee from this truth, from everything connected to Flevance. This was how he had survived all these years—through willful ignorance.
"I don't want to hear this! Go away! Disappear from my sight!"
A mocking smile twisted the Attack Titan's features. "Pathetic escapist. I could never mistake those Marine uniforms. It was the Marines who ended Flevance—not only did they burn every corpse, they set the entire country ablaze. The White Town became black scorched earth. How ironic."
Law's carefully constructed identity crumbled completely under Eren's words. He had spent years shouting about revenge against Doflamingo, but in truth, he was nothing more than a clown moved to tears by Marine propaganda.
The Marines—the organization whose agent had saved him, whose justice he had come to respect—had been the ones to complete Flevance's destruction. They had incinerated the evidence, silenced the witnesses, and erased an entire nation from existence.
Everything Law had believed, everything he had built his life upon, was a lie written in ash and bone.
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