Why are all of us who transmigrated at the same time demons?

"For the greatest WAAAGH!!!" All the greens, no matter where they were on the planet, echoed the strongest battle cry towards the sky!

A thick, green beam of light, large enough to cover the entire Mary Geoise region, descended from the sky!

There was no explosion, no shock wave.

Everything enveloped by that green beam of light—Mary Geoise, Pangaea, the Flower Garden, the Void Throne, and Lord Im within it—was, the moment it came into contact with the WAAAGH force field torrent, like a painting thrown into strong acid, beginning to be "covered," "erased," and "negated" on the level of existence!

Imna's immortality, derived from the Op-Op Fruit, was rendered meaningless before the absolute idealistic power that firmly believed "Nothing is beyond WAAAGH! One shot can't solve it." His figure twisted, faded, and emitted a silent scream within the green pillar of light before finally dissipating completely, his immortality along with his own, utterly obliterated by the WAAAGH field.

On the Red Line, a colossal, smooth, bottomless, and terrifying crater appeared. The Holy Land of Mary Geoise, along with its eight hundred years of history and secrets, was utterly evaporated from the face of the earth.

The green-skinned Warboss was satisfied with the disappearance of that unpleasant "old stuff" smell.

Its powerful perception allowed it to sense that the most "powerful" points on this planet (Mary Geoise, Marine Headquarters, and the Four Emperors' lair) had been leveled by it. The remaining "shrimp" were numerous, but the "WAAAGH energy" they emitted was pitifully weak, failing to arouse its interest in the slightest.

It looked up at the starry sky, where there was a wider space, more unknown enemies, and better "fights"!

Standing atop the ruins, gazing upon this ravaged battlefield where demons and remnants of chaos still howled, it issued its final pronouncement:

"This world is over! It's boring! My little ones! Let's go to heaven! Let's find more and better fights!"

Countless greens began boarding their outrageous interstellar warships, rockets, and even riding modified space shoguns!

That incredibly crude "WAAAGH!" Star, like a gigantic mothership, led this unprecedented green fleet, spewing wild flames and green energy, as it forcefully broke through the atmosphere, launching a grand campaign towards more and better "frameworks" and "materials" in the vast universe—

WAAAGH!! Expedition!!

The green tide came quickly and went quickly. It carried away the corpses of almost all the powerful (as "good stuff"), dismantled all the seemingly usable metals and energy, leaving behind a world where the superstructure was completely smashed, but a large number of basic creatures survived.

The green-skinned man left.

The surviving civilians of various races—humans, fish-men, mermaids, fur-bearers, and even some weaker humanoid races—staggered out from their hiding places in cellars, ruins, and remote islands, gazing blankly at the ravaged world.

Mary Geoise became a huge, smooth, deep pit.

Marineford, the headquarters of the Marines, is now nothing but twisted scrap metal and frozen lava.

The territories of the Four Emperors have been transformed into desolate wastelands ravaged by various strange energies.

The Grand Line became increasingly unstable, and the eternal crimson vortex in the sky slowly rotated. The whispers originating from the Warp did not disappear with the departure of the Greenskins; instead, they continued to pollute everyone's minds like background noise.

No government, no navy, no pirate emperor... the old order has been completely shattered.

Initially, there was chaos. Countless small-scale conflicts broke out among the survivors as they fought for the few remaining resources and safe zones.

But survival is instinct. Gradually, communities began to form, and people struggled to survive using the most primitive agriculture and fishing. Knowledge was valued again, and surviving books and technologies were collected in an attempt to rebuild civilization.

However, the Grand Line has been permanently altered, and the characteristics of the Warp are deeply imprinted on this world. That eternal whisper constantly tempts living beings. Fragments of Devil Fruits still exist, and new fruits occasionally condense. While those who consume them gain power, they must constantly contend with the whispers of the devil within them and the risk of possession, making them more prone to becoming paranoid and insane. Powerful individuals will continue to emerge.

Time passed, one generation, two generations, three generations...

New settlements became towns, and towns became city-states. New technologies were developed, but they always carried a sense of crudeness and distortion, as if subconsciously imitating the destroyers. History became legends, legends became myths, and myths became religions.

Memories of that "green catastrophe" have become distorted. It is no longer seen as a disaster, but rather as a deification by some emerging, power-worshipping cults.

They preach the "WAAAGH!" doctrine, believe in the survival of the fittest, and think that only the strongest power and the purest violence can bring about "evolution" and "truth." These sects wage war against each other, attempting to unify this wasteland.

Other survivors, fearing power, established a repressive "orderly society" that attempted to ban all Devil Fruit abilities and personal combat, but the internal repression often bred a darker madness.

The scale of the war began to expand. Conflicts between city-states, sects, and ideologies intensified. Powerful "powerful beings" (as they called themselves) once again became the focus of the war.

A brilliant but whisper-troubled scientist discovers fragments of an "ancient weapon" design in the ruins of a forgotten world government laboratory. He sees it as his hope for saving the world and begins a frantic rebuilding process...

A powerful fish-man has united the survivors of the deep sea and declared his intention to reclaim dominance over the world...

A warrior who claims to have inherited the "Will of D" begins to challenge a powerful cult...

The wheels of history seem to be slowly turning in a familiar yet chilling direction. Old patterns are being reborn from the ruins, only with a different name and shell. Oppression, resistance, heroes, ambitious individuals, war… all the elements are present once again.

The whispers of that subspace chuckled in the wind, as if watching a drama that never ends.

In a newly built, rudimentary library, an old scholar is teaching children about "history"—"...then, the great 'Green Gods' purged the corrupt old gods and demons, leaving us this pure land full of opportunities..." The children listen with wide eyes, their eyes sparkling with longing for power and legend.

Outside the window, on the distant horizon, a small boat flying the skull and crossbones flag is slowly approaching.

The crimson vortex in the sky spun silently.

Postscript (Part 1) One Piece 40K: Dream Expedition

Before the enormous crater on the red earth, a tall, middle-aged man with thick, long black hair and a laurel wreath gently stroked the still smooth opening, which remained impervious to the passage of countless years. His fingertips traced the near-perfect curved edge, the touch icy cold, as if he were touching a piece of history that had been forcibly erased.

"My lord, the final assault is imminent, and the entire army awaits your command."

Clad in golden armor and wielding a massive halberd, the Imperial Guard captain stood silently behind him like an immortal statue. Beside him, the Imperial Chancellor, Morki, in a simple brown robe, leaned on his scepter, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable urgency, reminding the ruler that the final chapter of the war of unification was about to be written.

The priests of the Green God Cult waited silently in the distance; they were allies of the Emperor.

The middle-aged man named Neos did not respond immediately. His deep gaze looked beyond the crater, towards the distant, turbulent sea, as if he could pierce through time and space to see some long-forgotten scenes.

His innate, extraordinary spiritual power—or, in the ancient terms of this world, "domineering aura"—was now slightly agitated, revealing secrets that ordinary people could not perceive.

"Your Majesty?" Chancellor Morgi called out softly again, slightly puzzled, when he saw that Morgi had not responded for a long time.

Neos finally snapped out of his reverie. He didn't speak, but silently straightened his body from the red earth. The next moment, with a speed that was too fast for the naked eye to perceive, he transformed into a blurry afterimage and instantly appeared on the magnificent command platform that had already been erected.

Below the high platform lay a breathtaking spectacle. On the sea, countless warships, blotting out the sky, resembled lurking behemoths, their cannons menacing and reflecting a chilling glint.

On the deck of the warship stood countless imposing figures. Each of them was over three meters tall, wearing specially made reinforced power armor, with bulging muscles, resolute faces, and eyes filled with absolute loyalty and icy killing intent.

This is his vast army, the pinnacle of his biotechnology creations—the Sora Warriors.

Sora's name comes from a well-known legend from his hometown, the North Sea. The hero Sora defeated the five-colored monster Germa, who brought disaster, and brought peace to the North Sea.

While traveling the world, Neos was fortunate enough to discover some broken technological tablets on a forgotten island covered with ancient mechanical relics. These tablets contained profound knowledge called "bloodline factors."

With his unparalleled intelligence and psychic perception, he deciphered and surpassed these flawed technologies, creating his own unique bio-modification techniques.

These powerful Sora warriors are the result of this. They possess superhuman strength, speed, and regenerative abilities, and maintain an absolute, almost instinctive loyalty to the Primarch—Nyoth himself.

It was with this invincible army that he swept across the chaotic world, crushed countless alien dynasties and human warlords who had carved out their own territories, and accomplished an unprecedented feat of unification on this planet. He was thus revered as the Emperor of the Great Sea.

Now, the final obstacle standing in his way is the kingdom of the giants of Elbaf, hailed as the world's strongest race. These colossal creatures possess terrifying, earth-shattering power, and are their last and most formidable enemy.

In his youth, Neos traveled far and wide as an adventurer. He visited many ancient sites forgotten by time, and the fragments of information remaining in those ruins, through his innate and powerful psychic abilities, told him about the distant past.

He knew that in the ancient times known as the "Mythological Age," humanity was the true master of this world, possessing overwhelming power that crushed all other races and forced all other races to grovel before it.

However, a horrific war that swept the world at the end of the mythological era wiped out the vast majority of the powerful beings of that time. Humanity, possessing the most powerful individuals, also suffered the most devastating losses. While the human race possesses an unimaginable potential ceiling, the average quality of ordinary individuals is not outstanding compared to many other races.

—Whether it's the fish-men, who are naturally drawn to water and possess ten times the strength of humans.

—Or the giants, a race that is few in number but whose enormous size allows them to crush humans.

—Or perhaps the fur-bearing tribe, whose bodies are electrified and whose movements are as swift as lightning.

The average human level is far from reaching that.

These races all seem to have suffered some form of "management" or "suppression" from humanity during its golden age in ancient times. Therefore, after the top experts of each race were annihilated in that war, the remaining alien races united to launch a long and brutal counterattack and suppression against humanity, which had lost its pillar and fallen into weakness.

Humanity thus fell from its pedestal, relegated to the lowest rung of all races. Numerous alien kingdoms rose to power, with the exceptionally gifted—fish-men, giants, and mink—referred to as "royalty," while the slightly weaker, those with long arms and legs, were called "kings." Humanity entered a dark, ancient era of enslavement and oppression.

But who says the human race has no great emperors!

Even in the long, dark night, there is light. In ancient times, two exceptionally talented human emperors emerged, leading the human army in a valiant struggle that briefly brought a glimmer of hope back to humanity. However, the deep-seated problems were too great, and the night was too long.

Until the birth of him—Nyos.

He caught the ancient weapon "Pluto" with his bare hands, swept across the four seas with one hand, turned his back on all living beings, and with this earth-shattering power he established the title of Emperor, shaking all races! Subsequently, the Sora Legion swept across the world like an iron torrent, reclaimed the lost lands of mankind, crushed the alien royal court, and rebuilt the glory of mankind.

During his travels and conquests, he witnessed far too many atrocities and oppressions committed against humanity by other races. Therefore, the cornerstone of his empire's national policy was eight words of iron and blood: "Heaven punishes the aliens, and annihilates the demons!"

The aliens are those races that are not of our kind but have oppressed humanity.

Demons, on the other hand, are another, more sinister existence that threatens all living things. According to ancient legends, they are a terrible byproduct of the war at the end of mythology, a combination of resentment, energy, and twisted rules. They possess terrifying power, hideous appearances, and harbor the purest malice towards all life, emerging from the crimson sea known as the "Eye of the Demon" (formerly the Great Whirlpool).

Neos's gaze swept over the torrent of steel below the platform. The warriors' eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit, awaiting their emperor's command to crush Elbaf, the last alien fortress, into dust.

However, the emperor remained silent.

He was not an indecisive person, nor did the destruction of trillions of lives make him hesitate. But at this moment, the precognitive spiritual energy within him was warning him in an unprecedented way.

His Observation Haki pierced the veil of the real universe, revealing a chaotic realm. Deep within that crimson vortex known as the Demon's Eye, several vast, evil, and ancient wills whispered, for their carefully chosen pawns (referring to the various races of this world) were about to be completely swept away by a hand outside the chessboard.

One of the wills manifested as a gigantic illusion with a dragon's head and a human body, dripping blood all over its body, wielding a ferocious spiked club, its endless thirst for slaughter like a tangible roar assaulting Neos's spiritual senses—that was Kaido, the god of slaughter and blood.

The other will is ever-changing, sometimes like a phantom with infinitely alluring curves, and sometimes like the most delicious icing, exuding the ultimate sensory stimulation and decadent sweetness—that is Lingling, the lord of bliss and corruption.

The third will was shrouded in a decaying green mist, its long white beard like a withered tree. Its earth-shattering power shattered the approach of death, spreading whispers of despair and disease—it was Newgate, the twisted embodiment of plague and benevolent father.

The final will is the most treacherous, like a constantly changing tuft of red hair, sometimes taking the shape of a straw hat, sometimes transforming into a long sword, with countless threads of conspiracy and lies woven within it, and the river of fate being manipulated at will—that is the red hair, the demon of change and cunning.

These evil gods from the deepest reaches of the warp have long since set their sights on this world. They relish the world's strife and suffering, for they are the sweetest sustenance. And Neos's war for the unification of humanity is about to bring an end to this "feast" that has lasted for countless centuries.

The Emperor knew that once he completely eradicated Elbaf, achieved the absolute unification of the human empire, and severed the age-old chain of hatred and war that had bound this world, he would thoroughly enrage these four ultimate chaotic forces. They would never stand idly by and allow a unified human empire, one that could potentially reach the stars, to emerge.

At that time, the real threat will no longer be the aliens...

Instead, it was a chaotic frenzy originating from the subspace itself, sweeping everything away.

This planet is not suitable for long-term human survival. Only by leaving this planet, venturing into the stars, and embarking on a great expedition following in the footsteps of the Green God can we truly escape the malicious gaze of the warp gods.

He raised his hand, ready to give the final command. No matter what horrors the future held, the unification and revival of humanity must be accomplished.

"For humanity." His voice was calm, yet contained an unwavering will, resonating throughout the fleet via psionic energy. "Target: Elbaf. Advance."

"Heaven punishes the alien!"

"For the Emperor!"

With a deafening roar, the steel fleet began to move, like a shadow of death, heading towards the final battlefield. Meanwhile, Neos's gaze was fixed on the crimson vortex-like fissure in the Demon Sea.

The real war may have only just begun.

Meanwhile, the gods in the warp were laughing wildly. Neos thought the gods wouldn't allow his plan for unification, but in reality, the gods were waiting for Neos to leave the planet.

The power of the Heavenly Demon Curse has them firmly imprisoned on this planet, and their prison-like existence is driving them mad. Only when humanity leaves this planet can they, as a derivative of life on this planet, truly venture into the universe and expand their influence.

Therefore, they specially reserved a divine throne for Neos within the subspace.

Many years ago, on an island in the North Sea, a brown-skinned, black-haired boy used his powerful "spiritual energy" to kill his uncle who had murdered his father. As he lay dying, the gods spoke to him through his uncle's voice.

"My lord, the Lord of Darkness awaits you at the end of time."

Neos always believed that the Dark Lord was his greatest enemy, but he traveled all over the world and never encountered him.

The malicious entity in the warp gazed up at the starry sky from within a crimson vortex.

How could they seek revenge on the Greenskins who had robbed them of everything without venturing out of space? This was the thought on the minds of all the malevolent entities within the warp.

Deep in the starry sky, Loran stood atop a green-skinned warboss whose body was as large as a planet, watching it press a star-like Titan into the void of space. The green WAAAGH force field dyed the entire star system green. With a mighty tug, it tore off the head of this star-like Titan.

"WAAAGH!!!!"

"WAAAGH!!!!"

"WAAAGH!!!!"

A swarm of green, beetling sounds, like a swarm of insects, echoed through the vacuum of space, reverberating throughout the entire galaxy.

The green-skinned warboss suddenly sneezed, shattering a small asteroid around him into pieces.

Who's talking about me?

Chapter 217 High-Ranking Martial Arts: What's the Point of Practicing Martial Arts Without Bloodline?

"Great celestial beings descended from beyond the heavens. They are the eldest sons of the God of War, bringing glory and honor to the world. We should worship them and do our utmost to please them. This is the righteous law and principle ordained by the gods!"

"The ancient people are the protectors of the heavenly beings. They are the heavenly soldiers and arbitrators of the God of War. They are warriors who conquer evil and punish the lawless, bearing the glory of the gods. We should follow their orders, follow behind them, and raise our spears against the evildoers who disrespect the heavenly beings and do not abide by the law."

"The people of the realm are servants of the celestial beings. They are diligent people appointed by the God of War to serve the celestial beings and be loyal to the ancient people. They should repay the glory bestowed by the celestial beings and the protection of the ancient people with their labor."

"The unworthy are the great sinners and rebels, the sinners punished by the God of War. They should dedicate their bodies and minds to all the celestial beings, ancient people, and people of the realm without asking for any favor, in order to atone for their sins."

"Homage to the Supreme Martial God!"

A sermon, as foul-smelling as an old woman's foot binding cloth, resounded from the towering preaching platform, below which a crowd knelt in devout worship.

After expounding on today's "classics," the young man, dressed in a black preacher's robe, shouldered his longsword and used his light-footed agility to leap from the preaching platform, gracefully departing amidst the envious gazes of the people.

Loran leaned against the side alley and witnessed this peculiar scene.

His lips twitched, and he slipped away, returning to his hut and ascending to the "Heaven of Others".

At this moment, in the "Heaven of Free Transformation," the Grim Reaper Loran is talking to the Hokage Loran about his experiences in the Chaos. After leaving the Three Realms, Loran saw many worlds in the Chaos. Driven by his curiosity, he often sneaked into them, which usually caused quite a bit of trouble, and he was then expelled by their owners.