Immortality begins with the ninjas of Konoha

Behind them, the King of Dressrosa and his entourage also looked serious, with 48-year-old Riku Dold III also carrying a proposal.

Pirates were attempting to invade his country, and he would never allow such a thing to happen.

Some exclaimed in admiration, some shouted with joy, and some remained silent. But when everyone climbed the stairs and arrived at the huge white archway, they all fell silent.

"Watch your step, the path of self-inflicted pain is about to begin."

The soldiers, clad in full armor, shouted a warning. The royal members, arriving here for the first time, gasped as they rolled on the ground, while those who knew the inside story remained silent.

Beneath their feet, a large number of slaves toiled under the whip, propelling the paved gray ground forward at a steady pace.

At the end of the passage, towering city walls stood before us, behind which lay a green-spired castle. Soldiers on either side of the gate shouted in unison, "Open the gate!"

"Is this the Mary Geoise city of Pangaea? It's much more beautiful than I imagined!"

Reiju gazed at the beautiful city and murmured softly. Judge didn't offer any further comment; in such a privileged environment, it wasn't surprising that some people aspired to become Celestial Dragons.

...

In the city's social area, white dining tables were set on the meticulously manicured green lawn. Some members of the royal family were eating and talking, while others gathered in the distance, laughing and talking loudly.

Judge immediately spotted Furukawa Osamu surrounded by a group of princesses. The girls, dressed in exquisite gowns, were covering their mouths and giggling, while some of the bolder ones even tried to link arms with him, their giggles echoing throughout the room.

Wearing the same black suit, Osamu Furukawa noticed Judge's figure and immediately smiled and said goodbye. The girls waved goodbye reluctantly, while the royal family members of the small country not far away snorted with unpleasant expressions.

"I thought you didn't like places like this, since most of the people there are idiots."

Judge, whose weapon had been taken away, crossed his arms and muttered a complaint. Osamu Furukawa bent down to take the glass of wine offered by Baby-5, and responded simply with a smile:

“You’re not familiar with this place, so I need someone who knows Pangu City to show me around. I’ll have to come up with a plan.”

"Not bad. I didn't expect the World Government to allow free visits. I saw that 'Void Throne'!"

"The place where kings of all nations are equal and who have sworn an oath without any desire for dictatorship is indeed very impressive."

Judge's expression was strange. Even new members of the royal family swearing allegiance could sneak in; the other party seemed to have absolutely no sense of respect...

"Part of this discussion concerns the Seven Warlords of the Sea; the threat of pirates is growing."

"A completely new world is taking shape, and the Seven Warlords system is gaining more support. We might have to deal with these guys again in the future."

Judge briefly introduced the meeting's agenda. As far as he knew, there was a high probability that someone would object, and those who objected usually didn't fare well.

"So you agree?"

"I will not express any opinions at the meeting because the world government has its own agenda."

"When the World Government and the Navy work together, no one can stop them; on the contrary, those who oppose them may face retaliation."

"Anyway, the more chaotic the world is, the better. I don't care about the Seven Warlords of the Sea or new forces. Only in a turbulent world can Germa's business cover the research expenses."

Judge made no attempt to hide his opinion, wishing he could beat these people to a pulp as soon as the meeting ended...

This ocean first experienced the era of Rocks, then Roger's One Piece, and the "Four Emperors" of the New World have not yet taken their places, while the Seven Warlords of the Sea are still being added and improved.

Osamu Furukawa has roughly figured out the timeline. Coming to Mary Geoise was his initial plan for descending into this world, and now it just needs to be explored.

"Instability? I don't care."

"Remember to keep an eye on the changes in the celestial gold resources and give a simple assessment of the World Government's spending."

"They seem to be putting more resources into research on lineage factors, but have no clue about energy research."

Judge nodded. He was well aware that the bloodline factor was the World Government's most important project at present, and he still felt a little envious of Vegapunk.

"Any news about that guy? With the support of the World Government, he should have made some research results by now!"

"Saying you won't serve the World Government, in the end it's all the same..."

Judge's conflicted expression—wanting to hear news of Vegapunk's success yet not wanting to see him actually achieve any significant results—made Furukawa Osamu chuckle.

"That lieutenant general was very tight-lipped; he left before even reaching Honggang, seemingly having received some temporary assignment."

"As for the news? I only heard Borsalino say that the World Government plans to make additional investments."

"That brilliant scientist seems to have a grand plan: to transform an island into a research institute."

"what?!"

Judge let out a low cry at the end. He had just been recruited and only received some funding, while Vegapunk was already building an island. The gap between the two seemed to be widening.

His emotions surged, and Judge's expression changed continuously. It seemed he had no chance to prove himself; the gap in funds and intelligence was simply too great.

Reiju couldn't comprehend the feeling of being crushed by a genius. Noticing her father's grim expression, she quietly squeezed next to Furukawa Osamu, tilted her head back, and whispered:

"Lord Xiu, may I stay with you for the next few days?"

"I'd also like to visit Pangu City."

Baby-5 hadn't been paying attention to the adults' conversation, but upon hearing Reiju's request, she immediately jumped out, made an "X" with both hands, and responded angrily:

"No way! You're not a maid, how can you live with the Boss?"

What does it have to do with anything?

"Absolutely not!"

While the two girls were arguing, Furukawa Osamu left silently, greeting familiar members of the royal family along the way. Finally, he inadvertently came to a corner and carefully sensed the surroundings again.

"This peculiar 'qi'?"

Inside the power hall of Pangu City, in an empty room with only a few green sofas, the scientific defense war god, Jaigolusia Satan Saint, was looking at the report in his hand, frowning from time to time.

"What? Still thinking about that failed experiment?"

"Now that the fruit of the year has been extracted, it proves that there is no problem with the experimental direction."

"As for the fact that the human woman will eventually die, no one will care."

Environmental War God Marcus Maz also held a report in his hand, reading its contents while discussing the results of a recent experiment: the death of a Celestial Dragon's wife was perfectly normal.

Instead of responding directly, Satan Saint held up the report, looked at the other four, and said in a deep voice:

"Besides the Op-Op Fruit, the person who captured Doflamingo seems to possess other powers as well."

"In terms of lineage factors, the other party may have already achieved some progress. The fact that they can analyze leprosy to this extent just through blood indicates that they have already conducted similar experiments."

Legal Martial Saint Topman Vochuli sat on the sofa, arms propped on his knees, head raised. The old man's head was completely bald, which ironically made him look exceptionally energetic.

"Did the research institute's data leak back then?"

"The Navy has assessed this, hasn't it? The other researchers pose no threat."

Shepard X. Pete, the golden-haired agricultural warrior, leaned against the group and responded, taking the documents that were passed around. After reading them carefully, he fell silent again.

Wearing a flowing white kimono, the financial warrior Izanbaron V. Nasujuro, with his hands tucked into his sleeves, seemed uninterested in the report's contents, instead talking about the upcoming World Conference:

"It seems that a king is preparing to oppose the Seven Warlords system, which may further destabilize the environment."

"The Seven Warlords of the Sea are necessary at this stage."

"We should not interfere with the World Conference, which is the responsibility of the Navy. Getting involved in politics violates our principles."

Satan Saint solemnly reminded him that the World Conference was just a formality, and he wouldn't pay any attention to it unless there were special circumstances. In comparison, the experiment was more important.

For a moment, no one spoke in the room. Their long lives had robbed them of normal human psychology, and if it weren't for the fact that Devil Fruits were involved, they wouldn't have been discussing it so earnestly.

“I plan to outsource some of the bloodline factor projects. If the other party can really achieve results comparable to ‘green blood,’ it will undoubtedly shorten the research and development time.”

"Since we are already planning to prepare for future wars, we cannot afford to miss any available resources."

“Vegapunk has been too free in the Naval Science Class, and the projects he has applied for have deviated from the original plan.”

"If Caesar cannot perform his duties well, I will replace him."

The four old men didn't react much to Satan's words, after all, these things sounded like trivial matters.

"Green Blood" has been verified, and even more powerful mechanical weapons will be born soon.

"Does it seem like we'll have to wait a while longer for energy supplies?"

Satan Saint's questions did not change his mind; with the current strength of the navy and its massive machines, he believed that he could rule most of the world.

Compared to the seemingly insurmountable energy problem, weaponry is a better option for achieving results.

Silence fell in the room again. Satan, already used to this, propped himself up on the hand beside the sofa, looked at the group one last time, and reminded them again:

"Lord Im may have gone to that room again; we cannot be careless."

Every time a World Conference begins, the King of the World goes to that dusty room for a while. Although the Five Elders know that nothing will happen, their lives are at stake, so they are always extremely cautious.

The member states are unimportant to them. As long as Lord Im is still alive and can continue to rule the world, the five of them will remain the highest power in the world!

The other four old men exchanged glances and nodded silently. It was better to be prepared. Once the World Conference ended, that person would return to normal. They could simply strengthen security in secret.

...

As night fell, deep within the castle, a figure shrouded in darkness silently closed the massive metal door.

"Bumping..."

The door closed, and cold air filled the space as a dark figure silently descended the long staircase.

When they returned to the top, Saint Satan and the other four were bowing and waiting. The shadowy figure stared at them with scarlet eyes for a while, then left silently and returned to the Flower Room.

After a while, the five old men straightened up. None of them felt ashamed of it, after all, their lives were given to them by Lord Im.

By the time Satan summoned the soldiers to the vicinity of the underground entrance, the other four had already left. The soldiers on night duty looked extremely serious, each with their hands on their chests, awaiting orders.

"Cooperate with the monitoring facilities, guard this place, and do not allow anyone to approach."

"If any unexpected situation occurs, immediately press the alarm. Do not act on your own. Follow my instructions."

"Yes, Saint Satan!"

The lead soldier puffed out his chest and responded loudly. Soon, the clatter of armor came from behind. The soldiers straightened up in unison. They had to guard this post every year, and they were used to this task.

As Satan Saint slowly walked away, leaning on his cane, the soldiers who remained behind occasionally turned to look at the underground passage. The faint light from the fire on both sides of the passage aroused curiosity in many of the soldiers.

Fortunately, the head armor concealed everyone's expressions; in Pangu City, these insignificant people could only work quietly.

As night fell, the soldiers stationed there still kept their eyes wide open, staring intently at the entrance. All three teams of soldiers were on high alert, and they could not let their guard down, even against the void enemies.

Directly above the soldiers, the spirit that Furukawa Osamu had split off from was hanging upside down on the ceiling, slowly pacing.

It's worth expending precious Sage Chakra to explore this castle. Although you have to avoid the "aura" that permeates the castle, there are still places worth exploring.

"Is this where you left?"

Furukawa Osamu's illusory spirit floated in the air, looking down at the underground entrance. The "qi" did not cover this place; something below seemed to be neutralizing the "qi."

The opponent's application of Haki seems to be on par with his. Considering that Im is also a long-lived being who has ruled for hundreds of years, it is reasonable for him to possess this power, after all, time is also an extremely powerful force.

The soldiers couldn't sense any trace of Furukawa Osamu's spirit splitting off. The two guards at the entrance only felt a gentle breeze brush against their helmets, and after slightly turning their heads, they straightened their bodies again.

As Furukawa accelerated his flight along the long underground staircase, he soon arrived at the dark space at the bottom of the castle. Noticing the huge iron gate, a smile immediately appeared on his face.

"A rolling door lock? There's still some residual 'air' in it."

After carefully sensing the surroundings, Furukawa Osamu simply created some distance, made a quick estimate, and then crashed into the cold wall. Following the route he remembered, he moved continuously and soon entered the empty room.

Despite the lack of light, Osamu Furukawa was still able to see clearly the object surrounded by cold air and strange currents.

"straw hat..."

Furukawa Osamu narrowed his eyes. His spirit body still maintained the form of a human from the ninja world, and the hat he wore did not resemble the equipment of a normal human.

After raising his perception to its limit, Furukawa Osamu passed through the flow of "qi" and briefly verified his conjecture with Kizaru: the soul could most likely be transformed into Haki.

This ancient straw hat offers an opportunity for further verification.

Arriving in front of the straw hat, Furukawa Osamu's spirit bent down, and soon a black light appeared on his illusory right palm, silently activating [Gather].

When Furukawa Osamu's palm approached, the giant straw hat trembled slightly. At first, it was thought to be an illusion, but as [Gathering] continued to be activated, the almost soul-like substance was continuously drawn out.

Obsession? Willpower? Or a remnant soul?

Just as Furukawa Osamu was still pondering, the "qi" emanating from the castle suddenly stirred, and a malevolent soul fluctuation spread rapidly.

"boom!!"

"Uh... Ah!"

The soldiers at the entrance were suddenly thrown back by an invisible shockwave, screaming in agony. At that moment, the almost black, domineering lightning began to spread continuously.

By this time, Osamu Furukawa had already passed through the wall. Sensing that Im seemed to have returned, he adjusted his energy wave and flew upwards at high speed.

At this moment, Pangu City was suddenly covered by an overwhelming aura. The royal family members almost instantly rolled their eyes and fainted. Gaji only remained conscious for a few seconds before falling into a deep sleep.