I am imu

Imu lay in his chambers, his head resting comfortably on Mei Mei's soft lap as though her thighs were a finely woven pillow. He turned the pages of a leather-bound book slowly, his composed, unbothered expression illuminated by the soft golden light spilling from the nearby lantern. Despite being over 800 years old, Imu's face retained the timeless grace of youth — handsome, refined, untouched by the decay of age. Unlike the bloated, sickly Celestial Dragons scattered across Mary Geoise, he was a king whose beauty defied time.

"Here, Master," Mei Mei whispered sweetly.

She wore a long, loose black dress that flowed elegantly to the floor. Her silver-white hair, soft as silk, was tied loosely behind her back, cascading like moonlight. Kneeling gracefully beside him, she held a small basket in her hands, carefully feeding him strawberries, one by one. Around her neck hung a thin silver chain — a locket, delicate and personal. Etched into its front was a single name in fine lettering: Imu.

He had considered giving her a belt once, but in the end, he chose the locket. It suited her.

Her face glowed with an ethereal softness, radiant in its quiet joy. As she brought another strawberry to his lips, Imu parted them slightly. His tongue grazed her fingertips with a slow, deliberate lick before taking the fruit into his mouth.

"Mhhhm~" Mei Mei exhaled softly, a faint moan escaping her lips.

Imu rose suddenly from her lap, straightening his back with deliberate grace. "Go and summon the Five Elders," he said in a calm, bored tone — a voice so casual it chilled the air.

"Yes, Master," Mei Mei replied instantly. She set the basket aside and stood up, her movements fluid and dignified. She reached to smooth out her wrinkled dress — the fabric creased from having been sat upon — before leaving the room with swift obedience.

"It's been days since the war ended," Imu thought as he walked, placing his hands behind his back. His pace was slow but deliberate, each step echoing lightly through the marbled corridors of Pangaea Castle. He was dressed in a white shirt with black trousers, trimmed with gold embroidery and subtle emblems denoting his supremacy.

He arrived at the grand hall—the Empty Throne Room.

Tall, ominous swords surrounded the vacant throne, a symbol of absolute authority and the supposed equality among nations under the World Government. But everyone in that room knew the truth. There was nothing equal about this world.

The Empty Throne Room the place where none were meant to sit stretched vast and imposing. swords were embedded around the throne, relics of each of the founding twenty kingdoms, towering high like a warning. The throne itself sat atop a staircase, raised above all others — the seat of the so-called "King of the World

The Five Elders were already kneeling before him in a deep bow, their heads lowered in reverence. Mei Mei stood to his right — not beside the throne, but close enough to be noticed. Her posture was straight, hands folded, eyes down. The locket at her chest caught the light.

Saint Jaygarcia Saturn, the Warrior God of Defense Science, spoke first. He bore the mark on his forehead and wore his traditional elder robes. "Imu-sama, the results from Marineford have arrived. Both Whitebeard and Portgas D. Ace are confirmed dead."

"That's correct, Imu-sama. But…" added Saint Shepherd Ju Peter, Warrior God of Agriculture. Bald, broad-eared, and stocky, he shifted uneasily. "It appears Whitebeard's corpse… has vanished from the battlefield."

"It's confirmed he's dead, however," said Saint Topman Valkyrie, the Warrior God of Justice — bald with a thick mustache and small glasses. "His final moments were seen by the world. The pirates have grown hesitant. The seas may be chaotic now, but his fall reminds all who rule — if even an Emperor stands against the World Government, they will fall."

Saint shepherd ju peter, Warrior God of agriculture, nodded in agreement bald, large-eared and , and stocky interjected.

"The seas will burn, yes, but order will rise."

Imu leaned forward, resting his cheeks on both hands, expression unreadable. "The missing body? That was by my command."

quiet shiver passed through the room. The elders stiffened.

"Let me ask you something, Gorosei." Imu continued softly. "How long has it been since the establishment of the World Government?"

"More than 700 years, Imu-sama," answered Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro, the Warrior God of Finance. His long white hair fell behind his shoulders, and the hilt of a samurai blade rested at his side.

"Seven centuries…" Imu murmured. "And yet the World Government is still so fragile."

His voice, once casual, turned cold — emotionless and sharp like frost.

"You're proud of killing an old Emperor whose body was already decaying from past wounds? Is that what you present to me as progress?"

No one answered.

"Tell me — what of the Revolutionary Army? What of Wano? Elbaf? Fish-Man Island? Amazon Lily? What about Vegapunk and Egghead? How many thorns are still embedded across the map? Why are these key territories still beyond our control?"

His gaze turned sharp. "Monkey D. Dragon served in the Marines—right under your noses. And you noticed nothing. Not even when he laid the foundation for the Revolutionary Army. Only when it was too late."

Saturn tried to speak. "Imu-sama, that's correct, but—"

Imu's voice interrupted, colder than ever. "Are you saying I'm wrong, Saturn?"

The room fell deathly silent.

"Is Vegapunk truly loyal to us? The Seraphim Project still isn't complete. He's digging into Void Century secrets, aiding D-clan remnants, and slowing down our objectives. He infiltrated CP9 with spies.

The Elders were stunned.

"It's fine," Imu continued, voice growing sharper. "But that ancient robot... Saturn, did I not command its destruction? Why is it still intact?"

Saturn's eyes widened in horror. Before he could speak, Imu appeared in front of him like a phantom.

BOOM!

A thunderous sound erupted as Imu's boot buried into Saturn's gut, hurling him into the stone wall, shattering part of the chamber. Blood splattered from Saturn's mouth as he fell, groaning.

"Imu-sama—!" Saturn choked.

"Silence," Imu said, walking back toward the throne.

"You're disobedient. Incompetent. From now on, the World Government's only goal is conquest. Absolute domination—not illusionary peace."

---

The Imperial Flower Garden – Pangaea Castle, Mary Geoise

Amid the serene stillness of the garden, only the faint murmur of flowing water could be heard. The stone path was bordered by blooming white lotus, their petals gently fluttering in the wind. Silver koi swam silently beneath the water's surface, their motions graceful and undisturbed.

Imu stood motionless, his hands calmly folded behind his back. His gaze remained fixed ahead, expression unreadable.

[DING]

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]

Congratulations, Host.

You have successfully fulfilled the hidden condition:

— Eliminated Whitebeard and preserved the World Government's supreme authority.

[Reward Unlocked]

— 3x Universal Summon Spins

(Summons may include characters, objects, bloodlines, systems, or templates from any known or unknown universe.)

A translucent screen appeared in front of Imu, glowing faintly in the air with lines of golden text and foreign runes that shimmered like stars.

Imu narrowed his eyes.

He glanced at the spins offered. But he remained composed, unmoved.

Before he could decide, another notification appeared.

[SYSTEM UPDATE – URGENT MISSION CHANGE]

New Mission Initialized:

Global Objective – Absolute World Domination

Status: Incomplete

While the World Government appears dominant on the surface, rebellion brews in the shadows. If left unresolved, the current order will collapse in the future.

Your Objective:

Seize true control. Not illusion. But absolute rule.

[Mission 1: Total Global Domination]

Eliminate remaining independent powers:

Revolutionary Army

Elbaf

Wano

Amazon Lily

Vegapunk Satellites

All surviving D. Clan members and allies

[Mission 2: Purge All Traitors and Enemies of the World Government]

CP Infiltrators

Marine Defectors

Vegapunk's unauthorized clones

Pirates

Any internal threat

[Mission Completion Rewards]

Interdimensional Portal Access

[Bonus Reward: ???]

The koi beneath the pond scattered suddenly as a trace of invisible pressure spread. The very flowers around Imu seemed to still in reverence or fear.

[Remaining Summon Spins: 3]

— Use Now

— Delay

Imu's gaze lingered on the screen for a moment longer.

A moment later, Mei Mei appeared behind him. Her silver-white hair shimmered softly under the sun, flowing freely behind her back. Without speaking, she placed a dark cloak on his shoulders.

---

Saturn crawled back to his knees, blood dripping, head bowed low.

"Recall the Celestial Dragons roaming outside. The world may soon be bathed in blood. If anyone disobeys, strip them of title and slaughter them. I have no need for disobedient pigs. "

He glanced at Mei Mei, who nodded wordlessly and retrieved a rolled map from within her sleeve. She stepped forward and handed it to the elders.

"I have already marked the Revolutionary Army's base," Imu said.

Saint Marcus Mars narrowed his eyes at the parchment. With his long beard and deep, commanding voice, the Warrior God of Environment spoke.

"Baltigo."

"An island known for its constant gales and unforgiving terrain, Baltigo lay hidden in the Grand Line — an isolated stronghold of rock cliffs and desolate plains. The very earth there was bone-white, lending it the name "Island of White Soil."

Imu gave a slight nod.

Imu sat still for a moment longer on the Empty Throne, his fingers steepled beneath his chin as his eyes pierced through the silence.

Then, he spoke again—cold, calm, final.

"Jaygarcia Saturn…"

The wounded Elder barely looked up, blood still trailing from the corner of his lips.

"You're no longer the Warrior God of Defense Science. In fact—" Imu's tone dipped, sharp as a blade, "—you're no longer an Elder at all."

Saturn's breath hitched.

"You are stripped of your rank. From this moment forward, you are merely a high-ranking Celestial Dragon. No more authority. No more excuses."

The remaining Four Elders remained motionless, kneeling, not even daring to twitch.

"I want no further incompetence," Imu said, now pacing with silent steps before the throne, hands calmly behind his back. "We will move forward. Begin the purge."

He turned toward them, gaze glinting beneath the stained glass sunlight filtering through Pangaea Castle.

"Send word. Summon Saint Figarland Garling, shamrock ,Gunko, and the rest of the active God Knights. Assign them to the operation: Annihilation of the Revolutionary Army."

A faint, almost bored sigh left his lips before he continued.

"After this operation, Garling will assume Saturn's former position. Make that official. He is to become the new Warrior God of Defense Science. But not before the mission is completed."

He paused, then added with sharp finality:

"Do not send Garling to me until Baltigo is ash."

The Five Elders nodded quickly.

Imu stepped down from the dais slowly, his movement precise — composed like a celestial king.

Mei Mei, in her elegant black dress, her silver-white hair trailing down her back like falling moonlight, followed closely behind him.