One Piece: Scientist Simulator

Marine Admiral Kizaru's appearance on the live broadcast stunned the world.

"Why is a Marine Admiral there?"

"Did he get captured?"

"This... this feels like history in the making."

Across the seas, people watching the transmission were gripped by a sense of foreboding. They could feel the weight of the moment as though they were witnessing the beginning of something monumental.

Inside Pangaea Castle – The Hall of the Five Elders

The pristine white marble of the Hall of the Five Elders glimmered under the ethereal light, a stark contrast to the dark expressions worn by its occupants. The Five Elders, who held dominion over the world from the shadows, were momentarily stunned by what they saw on the screen.

Kizaru, one of their Admirals, not only failed to cut off the broadcast but was now broadcasting his predicament to the entire world.

"That fool," muttered Saint Nusjuro, the sword-wielding Elder, his voice icy with barely restrained anger. "Appease them first! Peace takes precedence."

Despite their seething rage, they were not blind to the shift in the balance of power. For now, the stronger side was not theirs, and they could only stall for time.

"We've dispatched CP0 to deal with Morgans and suppress the news," another Elder said, his tone filled with frustration. "But cutting off this broadcast will take time."

Saint Saturn, the most composed among them, exhaled deeply and spoke, his voice measured but heavy with tension. "Dr. Edie," he said, addressing the man on the screen, "you've mastered Pluton. Do you truly intend to destroy the world?"

Aboard the Pluton Battleship

Edie's face lit up with a small, amused smile at Saturn's words. He leaned casually against the railing, the backdrop of the sea behind him creating a striking visual for the live feed.

"Still clinging to the narrative of 'justice,' are we?" he said, his voice smooth and unbothered. "Even after everything, you want to paint us as the villains while you play the heroes?"

His eyes glinted as he turned to face the video transponder snail directly, addressing not just Saturn, but the entire world.

"Why are you so scared, Saturn? All I've done is test the power of a weapon on an uninhabited island, and now you're here begging for peace? Is it fear of what comes next?"

The world held its breath as Edie continued, his tone growing sharper.

"Listen well, everyone watching this broadcast. Two years ago, near Water 7, a massive anomaly appeared—the 'Giant Hole in the Sea.' That was the work of Uranus, another Ancient Weapon, under the control of the Celestial Dragons. Its target? The pirate Golden Lion Shiki."

The crowd watching across the seas gasped at the revelation.

"And now," Edie said with a faint smile, "for the safety of Wanokuni, its Shogun, Kaido, has unearthed a weapon sealed away for 800 years. Pluton. The sole purpose? To protect Wanokuni from the tyranny of the World Government."

Kaido stepped into the frame, his towering figure exuding an almost oppressive aura. Grinning wickedly, he addressed the world.

"That's right! I'm just protecting myself!" he declared with a booming voice. "Kings of the world, you can sleep easy. I promise I won't use Pluton against you… unless, of course, you attack my territory with something on the level of an Ancient Weapon!"

The Beasts Pirates cheered, their voices filling the air with raucous laughter.

Kaido's declaration did little to calm the people watching. His reputation as a brutal pirate made his words sound more like a threat than a promise.

Sensing the tension, Edie stepped forward, his calm demeanor contrasting sharply with Kaido's aggression.

"Let me clarify," he said, his voice soothing yet firm. "I am Dr. Edie, a scientist. And I assure you, Pluton will not be used against any nation, organization, or force—other than the Celestial Dragons."

The sincerity in his voice and the clarity of his words brought a palpable sense of relief to many watching the broadcast.

"Since Dr. Edie said so, it must be true!" someone exclaimed in the streets.

"Yes! A man who shares mythical honeycomb rice and fertilizer with starving nations wouldn't lie!" another added, their words spreading hope among the masses.

Public perception shifted rapidly. Kaido's terrifying reputation was tempered by Edie's credibility, turning a nightmare scenario into a guarded optimism.

The Five Elders' Frustration

In Pangaea Castle, Saint Mars, the Elder with a goatee, massaged his temples in frustration.

"This man… Edie… he's far more troublesome than Kaido," he muttered.

Kaido controlling Pluton should have been enough to plunge the world into chaos. But with Edie publicly vouching for restraint, the narrative shifted entirely.

"Great," Saint Mars continued sarcastically, "with Dr. Edie's guarantee, the world won't fall apart."

The others nodded grimly. Public opinion was no longer in their favor, and any attempts to smear Kaido or Edie now seemed futile. They needed a new strategy—and fast.

Saint Mars broke the silence, his voice deliberate yet tinged with restraint:

"Dr. Edie, is there truly no room for resolution between us? Why this hostility?"

His words, transmitted by the video phone bug, traveled through the ether to the Pluton battleship, amplified by the ongoing global broadcast. For the sake of appearances before the world, Saint Mars was compelled to use the honorific "Doctor."

Edie's lips curved into a faint, amused smile as he replied, his tone laced with subtle mockery:

"Well, let me introduce this speaker to the world. This man is Marcus Mars, one of the esteemed Five Elders of the World Government, known as the Environmental Martial God."

Gasps echoed across the world as countless viewers processed his words.

"One of the Five Elders?!"

Edie continued smoothly, his voice carrying the gravity of revelation:

"As an 'environmental warrior,' Mars is said to safeguard the world's harmony. But in truth, his ability stems from the mythical Izu Shinten, a beast of plague and decay. The irony is palpable, isn't it?"

Edie's words struck a nerve. Saint Mars's visage, projected across the globe, darkened with fury, and an unmasked murderous intent burned in his eyes. Yet, Edie pressed on, unrelenting:

"Two years ago, when I led the charge on Mariejois, the so-called holy land, what I found atop the world was not divine but infernal. Saint Mars didn't wield power to nurture life; instead, he spread plague, cloaked under the guise of environmental protection. I must say, this is hypocrisy at its finest."

As Mars fumed, the scene shifted to Marineford, where the top brass of the Navy—Sengoku, Garp, Tsuru, and the retired Zephyr—watched the broadcast unfold with growing unease.

"Izu Shinten?" Zephyr muttered, his brows furrowing. "A Zoan-type Devil Fruit? Mythical beast class? And the Five Elders... are they really Devil Fruit users?"

Garp crunched on a piece of senbei, his expression a blend of amusement and indifference. "Who knows? No one's seen them fight. Back at the God Valley battle, I was too busy dealing with Rocks to notice."

Tsuru spoke up, her tone composed but thoughtful:

"Edie isn't one to waste effort on lies. If he's saying this, it's likely true."

Zephyr balked at the calm acceptance radiating from his peers. "But Kaido now has control of Pluton! Did you not see those cannons? Ten islands wiped out in seconds! How can you all remain so nonchalant?"

Garp chuckled. "Relax. Didn't you hear Edie? Pluton's only for dealing with the Celestial Dragons."

Zephyr was speechless, incredulity etched on his face. "You believe him?"

Sengoku, sipping his tea, finally interjected:

"Kaido's words are unreliable, but Edie's... he is a man who keeps his word."

Zephyr stared, dumbfounded. "The world's gone mad if we're putting faith in the enemy's promises."

Back on the Pluton battleship, Edie pulled out a series of photographs, holding the first up to the camera. The image depicted a monstrous creature with a bird-like body, surrounded by a miasma of disease.

"This, dear world, is Marcus Mars's true form," Edie declared, his voice steady. "The so-called protector of the environment is none other than a harbinger of plague."

Saint Mars roared through the phone, "Silence him!"

Unbothered, Edie raised a second photo. "Next, we have Saint Jaygarcia Saturn, the Scientific Defense God. His beast form, Gyūki, combines the body of a spider and the head of a bull—a fitting image for a man obsessed with inhumane experiments on human lives."

Viewers across the world recoiled in horror. These images—so vivid and grotesque—felt disturbingly real.

Edie went on, unveiling the remaining photos:

Saint Nusjurō, the Financial Martial God, revealed as a skeletal horse emanating frost, aptly named Horse Bones.

Saint Warcury, the Legal Martial God, transformed into Feng Xi, a gluttonous, violent boar.

Finally, Saint Ju Peter, the Farming Martial God, emerged as Sandworm, a monstrous desert creature sowing famine wherever it appeared.

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Each revelation sent shockwaves through the global audience.

"The rulers of the world," Edie said with a chilling laugh, "are monsters in both form and spirit. These so-called gods are the very source of our suffering!"

At Mariejois, the Five Elders convened in grim silence. Saint Saturn, barely containing his rage, growled:

"We have no choice now. History must repeat itself. If the truth spreads, it will mean the end of us."

Saint Nusjurō drew his blade, his expression cold and resolute. "Another Void Century begins. The world must burn, and with it, everyone who knows too much."

Saint Saturn nodded. "Summon every nation to an emergency World Summit. Those who defy us will be erased."

Their final decree was unanimous: Morgans must die.

Kaido must die.

And Edie, most of all, must perish.

As the live broadcast concluded, Edie spoke his parting words with a calm, measured tone:

"Peace talks? With tyrants who thrive on blood and lies? I declare war on the World Government. Let the next time we meet mark the end of everything."

With that, the screen went black.

On the Pluton, Kaido laughed heartily. "War, huh? Whether we win or lose, this is the chaos I've always craved!"

Edie glanced at him, his expression unreadable. "Chaos is not my goal. I seek truth, but their actions leave me no choice. They provoked me first."

Turning to Kizaru, Edie's demeanor softened, though his words remained sharp:

"You heard my declaration. Resistance is futile. Now, I need a small sample of your soul."

Kizaru hesitated but spoke quickly. "Wait! I didn't come here just under their orders. Vegapunk sent me. He wants to meet with you—it's urgent."

Edie paused, intrigued. "Vegapunk, you say? Very well, I'll hear him out. But your soul... I'll still need a fragment of it."