dmims Chapter 157 Human Evil and Stubborn Corruption, Dilt's Chess Game!
Chapter 157 Human Evil and Stubborn Corruption, Dilt's Chess Game!
Chapter 157 Human Evil and Stubborn Corruption, Dilt's Chess Game!
In Alabasta, the royal capital, lies a royal tomb containing historical texts. The void rifts that swallowed countless naval lives are slowly closing.
The suffocating, chilling, and malevolent aura receded like the tide, eventually settling completely into the shadows beside the historical text, as if it had never existed.
The hall was deathly silent, save for the heavy, suppressed breathing of the scientist Satan Vochuli and Maz, and the unspeakable fear deep within their hearts.
The shadows writhed, their indistinct outlines, imbued with the stubborn decay of humanity, emitting a low, twisted wave of thought.
This fluctuation, though not in words, was clearly conveyed to Im on the throne.
"Do you see? The very foundation of order—so fragile. So-called loyalty crumbles before existence is threatened. Doflamingo—that clown—he tore open a corner of the veil. The title of King of the World is no longer a secret. Concealment—is meaningless."
Instead of frustration, the shadows were filled with a kind of morbid excitement and seduction.
"Since that's the case, why not let the chaos rage even more fiercely? Let the aftermath of the Alabasta war, the fear of the King's appearance, the miracles and calamities of the Heroes' descent—spread like a plague to every corner of the world!"
Im recalled the scene of his heroic spirit being forced back by the Son of the Sun, and combined with what he was saying now, he had some guesses in his mind.
Im spoke slowly, this final probe testing the other's beliefs: "What will you do?"
A low echo emanated from the shadows, eventually coalescing into a sound that everyone could hear.
The voice was very rigid, each syllable was so precise it was almost excessive, even sounding somewhat stubborn: "Humans are actually quite disgusting."
"We should make the world boil, make kingdoms tremble, make the lowly fearful, and drive the ambitious mad!"
"It has plunged the entire world into unprecedented turmoil and chaos!"
Im's eyes were filled with visible displeasure. The World Government is essentially an entity that maintains order, and this is outrageous!
However, the stubborn and corrupt voices continued to come.
"You who think you control the world, you haven't even controlled humanity yet. You have no idea what a disgusting species they are—"
"Only in the depths of utter chaos and despair will living beings prostrate themselves on the ground, yearning with all their hearts for absolute order, eternal stability, and a God who can bring all of this!"
The voice grew clearer and clearer, eventually coalescing into a human shape.
"Now you understand, Im. What is chaos? What is order? Aren't we here to bring the world and mortals into an eternal order?"
Im looked at the humanoid figure before him, ignoring the shock of the three Elders below, and spoke softly.
"As expected, you are..."
The being that embodied stubbornness and corrupt evil interrupted Im's words, merely pointing to the heavens.
"The being who started this war—he miscalculated. He thought this was a game? No—this will be a sacrifice to lay the foundation for humanity!"
Im sat quietly on the throne, his eternally round eyes calm and undisturbed, devoid of any interrupted anger.
He seemed to have anticipated this all along, as if everything was within his calculations.
Xiu slightly nodded, and a faint, cold smile seemed to curve at the corner of her mouth.
"Alright, then—"
A single word, falling lightly, seemed to toll a turbulent bell for the entire world.
Thus, a chain reaction occurred in Vimona, right in the center of Alabasta.
Dieter's hand squeezed the crystal glass, creating a tiny crack, and the blood-red wine inside swayed slightly.
His face, which always carried a hint of amusement and arrogance, was now covered with a layer of frost.
"Good—very good—." His voice was low, containing suppressed anger.
"A puppet who usurped the throne, a worthless creature born from the accumulation of humanity's negativity—daring to openly challenge my game and even meddle in my chessboard?!"
The final act of humanity's evil and corrupt nature—its devouring of the navy, its provocative appearance, and its extreme order that sought to solidify everything and obliterate all possibilities—deeply irritated Dilt.
He enjoys manipulating variables and watching heroes and villains perform on stage, rather than this meaningless war devoid of beauty.
And what he hated even more was the unchanging world!
It can be said that this so-called evil truly challenged his bottom line.
Gilgamesh's crimson serpentine eyes gleamed with interest as he swirled the wine glass in his hand and chuckled.
"? Sensing something unusual about this beast, are you finally feeling offended, Dilt?"
"Seeing your boring observation game turned into such a mess actually makes this king find it a bit more interesting."
"What, are you planning to act like a babysitter to stop that clown from spreading the news, or are you going to personally step in and extinguish that disgusting, rotten fire?"
Joan of Arc looked worried: "Lord Dilt, if the news of the existence of the World King and the Beast is allowed to spread freely, it will inevitably cause global panic and turmoil, and the death toll will be—"
"Stop? Extinguish? No."
Dieter interrupted Joan of Arc, his anger vanishing in a sudden flash, replaced by a more dangerous calm.
His eyes gleamed with a mixture of wisdom and madness.
"Don't they crave chaos? Don't they want to build their totalitarian fortress of order on the ashes of chaos?"
He stood up, walked to the huge world map, and traced his finger across Alabasta, across the red earth, and across the four oceans.
"Then I'll give them the chaos they want! But the way I want it!"
"Im and that wretched creature, they don't understand humanity at all. They don't understand this world at all!"
"Humans are not simply binary beings; they don't just succumb to fear and compromise! Fear can also breed resistance, hope can spring from despair, and heroes shine amidst chaos!"
"They only saw the human desire for stability, but overlooked the equally fervent pursuit of freedom, beauty, and justice!"
He turned abruptly to look at Gilgamesh and Joan of Arc.
"King and Ruler, our game of observation is over. It's time for this sea to remember—who truly rules it."
Upon hearing this, Gilgamesh revealed a wild and expectant smile.
"Oh? So you're finally going to use your 'Sea Emperor's' resources? Interesting! I'd like to see just how muddy this water can get!"
Although Joan of Arc remained worried, she nodded slightly when she saw the guiding light in Dilt's eyes.
Only then did she realize what mission her commander had sent her there.
Without further hesitation, Dilt instantly soared into the sky, directly breaking away from Tescatlipoca's domain.
Above that eerie sphere, he dialed the Den Den Mushi.
He connected his vast network of influence, which he had cultivated for decades and spanned the globe.
The commands were issued silently, like boulders thrown into a calm lake.
Morgans, the president of the World Economic News Agency, was preparing to suppress the shocking news in the capital when he suddenly received news that he could not refuse.
"Unleash all restrictions! With the most outrageous headlines and the most detailed speculations, spread the news of the Void Throne, Im the World King, the fall of the Five Elders, and the War of Heroes to every corner of the world!"
The emperors of the underworld—arms dealers, intelligence brokers, and kings of usury—have all received hints from remnants of the old era and the uncrowned king of the sea.
"Revel in revelry! The world's chains have loosened; this is the best time to acquire wealth and power!"
Countless hidden pawns were activated, and the machine of public opinion began to operate at an unprecedented power!
Meanwhile, the world seemed to resonate in some strange way with Dilt's World Watch.
The vast, free, and vibrant will of the One Piece world itself seems to be awakening and resisting the stubborn corruption and stagnation that are trying to engulf it!
Sky Island, Angel Island.
As War Ghost Webber was wiping his incendiary cannon, he suddenly felt an inexplicable burning sensation on the back of his hand.
A blurry image flashed through my mind, and a strange feeling welled up inside me—
"What's going on? What is this? Does it look like the Holy Grail War that's been all over the Blue Ocean?"
Enel, whose Observation Haki covered the entire Sky Island, suddenly opened his eyes. He felt his right hand trembling, with strands of lightning leaking out uncontrollably.
As images flashed through my mind, a giant ark broke through the stubborn locks and flew toward the moon.
Finally, the lightning left a bright red mark on his right hand.
This struck Enel as very strange.
"Just now? Was that the Ark in your mind—?"
The terrifying three-masted ship.
Brook was drinking black tea when suddenly the skeleton's fingers trembled, and the burning sensation arrived as expected, causing him to drop his teacup.
The flame of his soul flickered violently in his empty eye sockets, the scene of his companions' deaths still vivid in his mind, and the lament of Labu far away in Upside Down Mountain.
Dressrosa.
The toy soldier Cyrus is struggling to move his rusted body, guarding Princess Rebecca.
Suddenly, Rebecca's heart skipped a beat, as if she had sensed some kind of extreme injustice and oppression.
She felt her previously icy hands suddenly become incredibly warm; she gripped the longsword tightly, and the seed of resistance was sown in her heart—
Windmill Village, the final destination of the uncertainties in the Goa Kingdom of the East Blue.
The Flower Kingdom of the West Sea, Germa 66 of the North Sea, and countless other places in a small town in the South Sea.
Countless people who have suffered oppression, harbored dreams, or sought justice.
At that moment, they all felt, to varying degrees, a sudden, inexplicable heat, palpitations, or a vague sense of revelation.
It's as if the whole world is having a nightmare and struggling within it.
Looking back now, all the characters who were previously drawn into the Holy Grail War were less carefully chosen by Dilt.
Rather, it is more accurate to say that the will of the world, in some mysterious way, used Dilt's system to select those individuals who best represented possibility, freedom, and the spirit of rebellion!
Standing high above, Dilt felt the growing unease across the world and the information storm generated by the efficient operation of his vast power. Finally, a smile of complete control appeared on his lips.
"Come on, Im, come on, human evil, corrupt and rotten," he murmured to himself, a flame of challenge burning in his eyes.
"Let's play a game of chess. Let's see if your cold, eternal order can devour everything, or if the free will nurtured by this sea can create the future!"
The world's Den Den Mushi (snail phone mascots) began to get busier than ever before.
A global information storm and awakening of consciousness is about to erupt.
Alabasta was merely the eye of the storm; the war itself was insignificant in comparison.