NOVEL NEXT Chapter 046: Bald Monk—Behold the Great Devine Dragon!
In the sacred city of Mary Geoise, at the pinnacle of the Red Line, lived the Celestial Dragons—descendants of gods. Among them was Saint Charlos, a privileged Celestial Dragon who had recently recovered from being blasted through the air by that notorious Straw Hat pirate. Today, feeling well enough to venture out, he decided to buy a few "special" slave entertainers at the Shabondy slave market—perhaps a dinosaur Zoan devil fruit user to ride.
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Walking through the streets of Pangea Castle, nose streaming, he daydreamed about his slave purchase with blissful ignorance—until—
BOOM!!
A thunderous roar ripped through the air. Charlos, startled, nearly swallowed his own snot.
Above him, a human body hurtled overhead, blood spraying. With a sickening thud, it crashed into a nearby pastry shop window.
Bright red droplets spattered at his feet, staining the cobblestones.
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Still stunned, Charlos's masked head turned robotically toward the smoking ruin.
A person…
A dead person…
In Mary Geoise?
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Then—a monstrous roar, ancient and godlike, echoed through the city.
A brutal windstorm surged into existence.
Charlo's fat lips quivered in horror as he glimpsed the colossal three-headed beast, towering above the city.
"Nooooooo!!"
He screamed, body frozen in terror.
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City defenses—world government soldiers, CP‑0 agents—brought in to stop this abomination looked like insects at its feet. Charlos finally understood why other Celestial Dragons were fleeing like seeing ghosts.
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Move… move!
But his legs wouldn't obey. He stood dumbfounded, snot dripping into his mouth.
BOOM!!
Stone walls shattered like childhood sandcastles before the creature's might.
Soldiers scrambled under orders:
"Hold formation! Alternate volleys! Don't panic!"
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Yet bullets slammed into the monster—without leaving a scratch.
With a flick of its massive tail, a hurricane of wind swept the gathered troops aside, sending them flying.
Blood erupted in red mists. Cries of agony pierced the air.
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Charlo's eyes turned scarlet with bloodlust or disbelief—it didn't matter which.
His body shook violently. For the first time, he truly felt fear.
Is no one strong enough to stop this beast?
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Then—a stern, commanding voice cut through the chaos:
"Ghidorah!"
"Mary Geoise was not made for you to trample!"
It came—deep from above.
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Upon seeing the immense bald figure standing aloft, Charlos trembled—for this was one of the Five Elders himself:
A godlike guardian of Celestial Dragons.
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Hope flooded him.
With the appearance of a Five Elder—any monster could be obliterated. Their peril would end.
He regained control.
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"Five Elder—please kill that monster!"
"Bald Monk!"
A heralded call. The Elder's charge thundered:
"Devine Dragon Strike—Graviton Beam!!"
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Golden energy coursed from the Elder's forehead—lighting up the sky.
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Charlo, who had been shouting encouragement, blinked in horror—watching the bald Elder vanish beneath the golden light.
"The Elder… is gone!!"
"Impossible…!"
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With the Elder's annihilation, Mary Geoise descended into utter chaos.
The once invincible Five Elder—one of the ruling lords of the world—was erased fully, not even ashes remaining.
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Celestial Dragons still fleeing, soldiers still advancing—all froze in disbelief.
Who dares assault the Five Elders?
BOOM! BOOM!
Snaps and crackles accompanied Charlos's screams.
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Then—Morgans, the journalist riding the giant white bird, arrived in time to witness the Elder's destruction. He didn't hesitate—furiously pressed the shutter.
Since founding the World Economic News, he had never felt such exhilaration.
This is the biggest scoop ever!
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"Closer!" Morgans barked, pressing on the bird's flank.
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"No—but Mr. President, you're risking your life!"
His assistants protested—fear and excitement battling in their eyes.
"You must remember," Morgans growled, "you're a journalist!"
"A sacred vocation! We must bring truth to the world from the front lines!"
He continued snapping photos, never glancing back.
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Meanwhile, on a nearby rooftop, a grim-faced elder with gilded hair watched.
"Ghidorah…"
"You actually killed a Five Elder!"
He roared.
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The beast's words thundered:
"Five Elder?"
"Yes—the one you killed."
His voice echoed across the city—mad, cold, unstoppable.
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Mary Geoise rippled into chaos.
Nobles, Celestial Dragons, high-ranking officials—all sensed an unfathomable dread.
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Then—another Five Elder, the blond one, gripped his sword and summoned all his strength.
Though not devil fruit users, they were martial arts masters—and controlled the World Government's entire intelligence network.
It had been a century since he last acted. Now, energy built within him—winds whipped into a frenzy.
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"The Fifth Elder takes action!"
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Crowds below saw the rising surge of divine power.
Even now, despite Ghidorah's might, this new wave was a challenge—perhaps the one that could turn the tide.
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The future of Mary Geoise hung in the balance.
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