In a past life, Genghis Khan once said:
"There is no greater joy than to crush those who oppressed and humiliated you, though they were stronger. To take their women, daughters, claim their treasures, and watch them drown in their own tears."
Daemon had never forgotten those words.
Roger hadn't bullied him. Hadn't even insulted him.
But Roger was a pirate king—an enemy of the Celestial Dragons. A rebel whose very dream threatened the divine bloodline Daemon belonged to.
Mercy? No. Daemon didn't care for such human things.
This was vengeance. This was principle.
The hatred between classes runs deeper than oceans.
"Hmph—"
Daemon didn't bother unlocking the shackles.
With the Hercules' Belt coiled around his waist, power surged through his veins. Before Roger could even lift his head—
Schwick.
The blade sang once—and the Pirate King's world fell silent.
Blood erupted. His head thudded to the ground, eyes wide with surprise.
There was no crowd. No execution platform. No final words to change the world.
Only silence.
Only Daemon.
There's no joy greater," he murmured, "than watching the so-called strong fall beneath your feet."
His boot nudged Roger's severed head aside like discarded trash.
"Not just killing them. No—that's too quick. True conquest means taking everything that made them matter."
He raised his chin, eyes gleaming with cold fire.
"Their wives, their daughters… their sworn brothers. Their loyal crew. Their legacy. Their dreams."
He said it not with lust—but with dominion.
"I'll take their women—not to defile them, but to rewrite their bloodlines with mine. I'll raise their sons to call me 'father,' and train them to curse the names of the men they once idolized."
"Their loyal men—if they kneel, they live. If not, their bones will line the path to my throne. Their ships, their flags, their gold—mine. Their stories will forget their names and remember only the man who broke them."
"That is the Celestial Dragon way."
Bang!
The steel door of the undersea prison slammed open.
Akainu burst in, fists clenched in magma. Stussy followed, heels clicking, eyes sharp.
"Daemon Saint, are you—?!"
They stopped.
Silence.
Their eyes fell on the decapitated corpse.
"Pirate King... Roger...?" Stussy breathed. "He's really dead?"
Magellan collapsed to his knees, soul crushed. Punishment? Prison? It didn't matter anymore.
Akainu grinned.
"So he's finally gone."
Shiryu chuckled darkly. "About time. Trash like him didn't deserve a stage."
Meanwhile, the multiverse chat group had seen everything through live broadcast.
And they heard Daemon's final words before the blade fell:
"I'll raise your wife and child... as mine."
The chat exploded.
Miyuki Uchiha: "Oh my god. Oh my GOD. You didn't even try to hide it?! Peak Celestial Dragon behavior!!"
Miyuki Uchiha: "But hey... Roger's woman, Portgas D. Rouge, she's fine. Freckles and all. Congrats, Daemon-sama. You scored."
Sakura Tosaka: "...Brother Daemon is so evil. It's kind of scary."
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Our group has it all now. Uchiha degenerates, Celestial Dragon scum... what's next?"
Yamamoto Mei: "Daemon and Roger were enemies. In a twisted way... he may have saved Rouge and Ace. They died young in the original timeline."
Esdeath: "Weaklings have no value except to please the strong. This is the way of the world."
Luo Hao: "The godslayer takes from the gods. The conqueror takes everything. Such is the law of strength."
Not everyone was comfortable. The gentler ones couldn't stomach Daemon's cruelty, but they were smart enough to stay silent.
Only Utaha teased, unable to resist her tongue.
Esdeath and Luo Hao? They cheered him on. After all, Daemon was one of them.
And then there was Miyuki.
Uchiha, pervert, clown, fangirl—and secretly, maybe Daemon's biggest admirer.
She may laugh and joke, but deep down, she wanted to be in his place: powerful, untouchable, surrounded by beauty and fear.
Yamamoto Mei saw the truth. Daemon might be cruel—but with him, Rouge and Ace might actually live.
Back in the One Piece World...
There was no need to purge the sixth floor anymore.
They were all dead.
Magellan and Shiryu were left behind to deal with the mess—corpses, shattered cells, blood-soaked stone.
Daemon didn't linger. He walked out like a man leaving a mild inconvenience.
Halfway to the warship, he casually made a call.
"Hello? Grandpa Satan? Yeah, pick up."
No formalities. No fear.
"Akainu's solid. Promote him to Admiral—he'll lead the Buster Calls. The seas need cleansing."
"Oh, and I 'accidentally' killed the Director of Impel Down . Give his crippled son a comfy lieutenant general spot. Retirement benefits too."
"Magellan's now Director and Vice Admiral. Shiryu's Deputy and a Major General. Good talent. Loyal. Worth keeping."
"Oh yeah. Sixth floor? Clean sweep."
"Roger, Red the Aloof, World Destroyer—dead. No survivors."
"Mmhmm. Want to whine? Complain to someone else."
Click.
Daemon hung up.
Just like that.
Miyuki Uchiha: "...I wanna cry. Is this the gap between protagonist and side character?"
Miyuki Uchiha: "Daemon gets reincarnated as a god's descendant and bullies the Five Elders. Me? I get reborn as an Uchiha and have to fight just to date a girl!"
Sakura Tosaka: "I feel sorry for you, Miyuki. For real this time."
Esdeath: "Then get stronger. Flip the table. Don't whine."
Luo Hao: "Strength is the only truth. Even Daemon knows it."
Yamamoto Mei: "Tch. Useless. If Miyuki had been reborn as a Celestial Dragon, she'd be too lazy to even stand up."
Yamamoto Mei: "@Daemon-kun, what treasure did you get from killing Roger?"
Daemon finally replied.
Daemon: "A Noble Phantasm. My favorite kind."
He dropped the info.
And everyone in the group went still.
Back in the Soul Society, Yamamoto Mei's eyes widened. Her lips parted in awe.
The weapon was a legendary sword.
Not just a symbol.
A name.
"God Avoids."
A blade that carves through fate itself.
Daemon had claimed the power of legends—and was only just beginning.