🎉🎉🎉OPTT: Chapter 61/65

Chapter 61: Life Changing

In the slums of the West Blue, a musty odor lingered in the air, clinging to the warped, rotting wooden homes.

Masha sat in front of a wobbly table, her calloused fingers awkwardly fumbling with a mobile phone. Her movements were stiff, but her eyes were full of focus.

She had picked up the phone at a discount while selling newspapers—just one hundred Berries.

She originally bought it to entertain her grandson. She couldn't afford toys, not even the cheapest ones, which cost over a thousand Berries.

But this phone had only cost a hundred.

Today, her grandson wanted to watch a livestream, so she sat and watched with him.

Then, suddenly, the phone vibrated. A message popped up on the screen:

"Congratulations! You've won a lucky bag, receiving 500,000 Berries!"

Masha's cloudy eyes widened. Her cracked lips trembled.
"Fi… five hundred thousand?" Her voice was shaky, her expression full of disbelief.

When the notification sound played, she nearly dropped the phone into the vegetable basin beside her.

Her scrawny grandson gnawed on a piece of black bread. Seeing her reaction, he blinked in confusion.
"Grandma, what's wrong?"

Masha stared at the message on screen. Tears welled up in her eyes, and finally streamed down her face.

Her fingers trembled as she gently tapped the screen, confirming it wasn't a dream. She looked at her grandson, her voice choked.
"Child… we… we won't have to starve anymore…"

The boy looked up at her, confused at first, then suddenly joyful.

He dropped the piece of bread and threw himself into her arms.
"Grandma, we won't starve anymore? Really?!"

Masha hugged him tightly, her tears soaking through his clothes.
"Yes, child. We have money now. No more black bread. We can eat something delicious… wear new clothes… live a good life…"

In their tiny shack, a long-lost warmth and hope bloomed.

To them, those five hundred thousand Berries weren't just money. It was hope. A new beginning.

Masha was silently grateful. That little phone had completely changed their fate.

"Thank you, phone… Thank you to the people who made this phone… thank you…"

...

The livestream was in full swing. Bullet comments flew across the screen, lively and fast-paced.

More people were winning lucky bags. The prize money could be withdrawn instantly or stored as credit in their phone wallets. When shopping, users could place orders directly from others' Shopping Carts.

This feature made the stream even more addictive.

"Hello everyone. I'm blind. Are you guys grabbing lucky bags? I didn't get one. Could a kind soul send me one? I haven't eaten in three days."

This message suddenly appeared, instantly drawing attention.

>"Him again? Didn't he show up in Luffy's livestream yesterday too?"

>"Poor Nami. She just recovered and got scammed out of 1000 Berries by some fraudster."

>"You damn scammer! Give me back my 1000 Berries!"

>"I saw him faking a disability in front of the Marine base two days ago!"

Accusations and insults started flying through the barrage. Clearly, this "blind guy" wasn't new, and he'd already rubbed many the wrong way.

Queen glanced at the drama in the bullet comments and curled his lip in disdain. He adjusted the mic, spotlight shining down on his glistening head, and began to hype things up.

"Next up…" he croaked with his raspy voice, "I'll sing for you all—'The Greatest Pirate!'"

The moment the music dropped, gift effects blasted across the screen. Bullet comments surged like a tidal wave.

But in a far corner of the banquet, King silently turned off the sound. The corner of his mouth twitched beneath the mask.
"This moron…"

He watched Queen flailing around in front of the camera with contempt in his eyes.

Still, as much as he hated to admit it, Queen had successfully boosted the livestream's popularity.

...

The central bonfire of Onigashima suddenly flared, flames shooting skyward and lighting up the whole plaza.

A dragon's roar shook the heavens. In the skies above, a hundred-zhang-long dragon soared past, its powerful flight scattering the fire below.

Then—Kaido landed!

His massive form slammed into the plaza, millstone-sized eyes scanning the camera.

Kaido grinned, voice booming like thunder.
"Worororo! My little ones—drink!"

His roar made the plaza tremble.

The crowd erupted. Low-level subordinates grabbed bottles of sake and chugged them down!

Sake splashed everywhere. Laughter and cheers echoed across the island.

The Tobiroppo arrived next. Black Maria let smoke curl from her pipe, blowing a sultry wink at the camera. Her gaze oozed laziness and seduction.

Who's-Who, Sasaki, and the others appeared one after another on the stream.

Then, Orochi finally showed up.

His palanquin slowly entered the plaza, with the crowd parting to let him through.

As Orochi lifted the curtain, his eyes widened in disbelief.

All across the plaza, pirates were staring at glowing little rectangles in their hands, grinning like fools.

He rubbed his eyes.

"Wha… what are those?" His voice was confused, his expression blank.

"I don't know, but judging by their faces, they're obsessed… maybe even hypnotized!" a nearby subordinate replied, curious.

"Hmph!" Orochi snatched a phone from one of the underlings.

Suddenly, a heavily filtered image of himself popped up on the screen—sparkling eyes, flawless skin, double peace signs.

Startled, Orochi shrieked and tossed the phone away.
"A-a ghost! An illusion!"

"Could it be… some kind of ninjutsu?"

"Everyone's under genjutsu? That doesn't make sense…"

Nearby pirates burst into laughter at his reaction.

Kaido-sama also let out a thunderous laugh, voice shaking the plaza.
"Worororo! Orochi, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Hmph! Nothing."

Orochi forced down the panic and masked his confusion, now even more curious about the boxes in everyone's hands.

Last time he came here, none of this tech was around. How had everyone suddenly gotten one?

He made his way to the main stage, watching the ongoing performances that bored him to death.

If Kaido hadn't invited him, he wouldn't have come at all.

"O Komurasaki, who do you think sings better—me or that idiot Queen?"

Orochi turned to Komurasaki with a sleazy grin.

"Ah? Of course… of course…"

"Of course they're both trash! Utter garbage!"

Before Komurasaki could reply, King's cold voice cut in from the shadows.

Orochi froze, watching King storm off with a dark expression.

It wasn't until King vanished that Orochi snapped out of it.

"Did I… do something to offend him?"

He suddenly felt miserable. This whole banquet made him feel like an outsider, awkward and unwanted.

(To be continued.)

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Chapter 62: Greens

Just then, the stage lights shifted dramatically, and colorful lasers swept across the venue.

Queen, holding a microphone, moonwalked onto the stage. His sunglasses reflected the neon glow.
"Yo! I'm Queen, been training for two and a half years straight!"

He twisted his rotund body into a robot dance, his head momentarily detaching from his shoulders. Even his fingers morphed into microphones.

"I love singing, dancing, rapping, and mechanical modification! Music!"

"Let's get hyped!"

The viewer count on the livestream surged. The stream itself wasn't the main draw, but Queen kept dropping lucky bags—he was ridiculously generous with his Berries!

As netizens flooded in, the atmosphere instantly lit up.

Suddenly.

A bolt of green lightning flashed across the screen.

["North Blue Vinsmoke Family sent 'Elf's Hat 🎩×1'."]

A flashing animation of a green hat instantly appeared on Queen's head. Paired with his jerky robot dance moves, he looked like a fat penguin struck by lightning.

The bullet comments exploded:

>"Hahaha, I'm crying!"

>"Germa 66 supremacy!"

>"Queen-sama's glowing green!"

>"Green Hat Man, Queen!"

Before Queen could react, over a dozen hats were flung at him one after another. Every step he took, a new hat appeared on his head, endlessly stacking!

["North Blue Vinsmoke Family sent 'Elf's Hat 🎩×1'."]
["North Blue Vinsmoke Family sent 'Elf's Hat 🎩×1'."]
["North Blue Vinsmoke Family sent..."]

The Vinsmoke Family's message floated to the top: "Trash-tier mechanical mods 🤣! Real tech is genetic engineering! 👎"

Backstage, King facepalmed. Behind his mask, the corners of his mouth twitched from laughter.
"Hahaha... someone's finally putting this guy in his place."

Jack snorted his drink out through his nose. He couldn't believe they'd run into Queen's arch-nemesis at the banquet, and they were spamming green hats no less.

Kaido, on the other hand, downed another barrel of sake with interest.
"Kullolololo... Now this is entertaining."

Only Orochi remained slumped in his chair, everything around him feeling alien and out of place—he was like background decoration.

"Damn it! Real tech is mechanical modification!" Queen roared from the stage, voice tinged with fury.
"What do you scrubs know? Flesh is weak! Mechanical ascension is the future!"

He kept dancing, drenched in sweat. The green hat effect flapped wildly with his movements, making him look like a chubby green-headed fly.

Meanwhile, the gift value in the livestream had already shot past 200 million Berries, with the Vinsmoke Family's green hat spam still flooding the feed...

The name Green Hat Man, Queen was now cemented in pirate internet history.

———

Egghead Island.

Inside a towering lab high above the island, Vegapunk's main body stood inside a massive spherical device. The interior radiated a cold metallic sheen—an independent high-security zone.

Dozens of holographic screens floated around, glowing with streams of complex data in all directions.

Vegapunk wore a protective hood, transparent lenses flashing with rapidly scrolling information.

"Still no good…" he muttered, his voice weary.

It was his eighth attempt to dismantle the mysterious phone using a laser cutter.

He'd run countless simulations and carried out endless trials, always with high hopes, only to be met with the same disappointing result.

Slowly, he raised the laser cutter in his hand. The beam glowed like a sliver of lightning, sharp and blinding.

He steadied his breathing and carefully aimed the laser at the phone.

The entire lab fell into a deep silence. Only the soft hum of the laser cutter and his slow, steady breaths remained.

But the instant the high-energy laser touched the phone casing, something bizarre occurred.

The seemingly ordinary surface turned into a mirror-smooth reflection, perfectly bouncing the laser beam away.

The reflected beam ricocheted uncontrollably across the lab and eventually scorched a deep hole in the thick alloy wall, leaving behind the acrid smell of burnt metal.

Vegapunk blinked, confused and stunned.

Before he could process what just happened, the satellite Shaka broke the silence from behind him.

"Main body, the Four Emperors' banquet livestream has started," Shaka's voice came in low.

Vegapunk sighed lightly. He reached out and swiped his finger through the air. Instantly, the livestream feed opened before his eyes.

Queen's unmistakable figure took up most of the screen.

With his head full of green hats and his exaggerated dance moves, the ridiculous image clashed completely with his usual arrogance.

He jabbed his mechanical arm at the Vinsmoke Family's bullet comments and shouted:
"My mechanical modifications are the pinnacle of science!"

Germa 66 immediately fired back, lightning graphics flashing across the screen:
"Genetic technology reigns supreme!"

"Ignorant," Vegapunk muttered softly.

He adjusted his hood slightly, the motion calm but full of scorn.

His fingers danced across a virtual keyboard. A comment appeared on screen:

"True technology is neither mechanical nor genetic. It's the key to building a future for all of humanity!"

But that insightful comment was instantly buried under the tidal wave of bullet spam.

Back in the lab, the other satellites watched in silence and sighed in unison.

Suddenly, Queen did something new on-stream.

He excitedly flung out several lucky bags worth ten million Berries each. The chat exploded once again!

The viewer count, which had just started to dip, skyrocketed once more.

Lilith couldn't help but mutter:
"This fat guy really understands human weakness."

Her voice was full of irritation and contempt, clearly disgusted by Queen's money-grabbing antics.

York licked her lips, eyes flashing with greed.
"If only we could monetize scientific research this way…"

But Vegapunk's main body remained unfazed by the chaos. His gaze stayed locked on the mysterious phone, deep in thought.

Behind him, the latest quantum computer was still whirring, trying its best to crack the device's core algorithms.

But no matter how hard it worked, the result was the same—nothing.

"What's the origin of this phone?" Vegapunk murmured, baffled.
"I have absolutely no clue…"

For the first time, the world's most brilliant mind was at a complete loss—brought to his knees by a single smartphone.

(To be continued.)

Chapter 63: Like + Follow + Share + Comment

At the center of Onigashima, a massive bonfire blazed fiercely.

The flames crackled and roared, licking the air with a whooshing sound as they shot skyward, illuminating the pitch-black night as if it were broad daylight.

The searing light spread outward, lighting up every dark corner of Onigashima.

Kaido tilted his head back and downed an entire barrel of strong liquor. The amber liquid dripped down his beard as he suddenly stood up.

His enormous shadow engulfed the entire stage. Even the livestream camera shook with the force of his movement.

"Wororororo… My little ones!" Kaido's booming voice echoed through the night sky. The crowd fell silent, hanging on his words.

Then, Kaido slowly pulled out three bizarrely-shaped Devil Fruits from his coat.

The fruits radiated an uncanny aura in his hands, drawing the gaze of everyone present.

Covered in swirling patterns, their strange shapes shimmered under the firelight, appearing even more eerie and mystical.

"I'm in a good mood today! I'll choose three lucky viewers! Eat these, and you'll become interns of the Beast Pirates!" Kaido roared into the livestream.

That single sentence hit the livestream like a bomb, instantly sending the entire stream into chaos.

The once-calm comment feed exploded into a tidal wave of bullet comments.

Millions of viewers lost their minds, furiously slamming out messages across the screen:

>"OH MY GOD! DEVIL FRUITS!!"

>"Kaido-sama! Look at me! I'm in Wano!"

>"Pick me! I'll risk my life for the Beast Pirates!"

Right then, Queen's bulky frame waddled into the shot, squeezing himself into the camera view.

"Listen up, friends! Like+ Follow + Share + Comment 'Beast Pirates Strongest' to enter the draw!"

As soon as he finished, it was like opening Pandora's box.

The viewership count skyrocketed in real-time, the number climbing like a rocket, without any signs of stopping.

The entire chat was now completely overrun by the phrase "Beast Pirates Strongest," bullet comments raining down like a blizzard, covering the entire screen.

After all, these were Devil Fruits.

Legendary items that could grant mystical powers to their users!

Owning one meant rewriting your destiny.

For those desperate for power or dreaming of a comeback, this was a once-in-a-lifetime shot.

And it was right in front of them. Who wouldn't go insane for it?

Soon,

The lottery began!

The world seemed to freeze. Everyone stared at their screens. For a moment, time stood still, the only thing left was the breathless anticipation of the first winner being revealed.

"The first lucky winner—Richards!" Queen called out the ID.

Instantly, it was as if lightning struck the entire stream.

Far away in the North Blue, a deafening scream erupted from a luxurious courtyard.

"Hahahahaha!!!"

There, a nobleman named Richards stood surrounded by opulent decor—carved marble, silken curtains, velvet drapes—everything radiating wealth.

But right now, none of it mattered. His eyes were locked onto the glowing screen of his phone, his face a mess of disbelief, joy, and pure euphoria.

Seeing the "Winner" notification on screen, his hands began trembling uncontrollably, almost dropping the phone.

He could hardly believe it. He never imagined such outrageous luck would actually strike him!

"I won! I really won!"

Meanwhile, the livestream had swelled with millions of viewers.

People from every island gathered in this shared virtual space. Some clutched their phones in prayer, hoping to be chosen. Others stared with envy at the scrolling winner list.

Everyone wanted a Devil Fruit. With one, they could flip their lives upside down.

Richards' luck felt like divine intervention.

He stared blankly at the green, pineapple-patterned fruit displayed on his screen. It glowed with a faint mysterious light, as if waving at him.

Then, the wheel of fate kept spinning.

Queen announced the next two names:

"Carlos!"

"Swordsman Ed!"

Each name stirred up another frenzy in the chat.

When Swordsman Ed's name was called, the wild, thrilling lottery finally reached its end.

The Devil Fruits would be delivered to the lucky winners via Shopping Cart links.

For those who didn't win, the stream became a sea of sighs.

Countless people clutched their heads in despair.

Some vented their rotten luck in the comments. Others quietly vowed to grind harder next time for another shot at changing their fate.

The entire chat filled with howls of regret.

Kaido leaned into the camera, laughing heartily. The alcohol on his breath fogged up the lens in a white haze.

"You brats who didn't win! I'll do this monthly! Just follow my TikTok account and you can join next time!"

The livestream went wild again.

As the banquet neared its end, Queen's follower count shot past five million.

He didn't forget to yell:
"Remember to follow, friends! Devil Fruits will be raffled off irregularly! Win, and you join the Beast Pirates!"

His voice was pure temptation, and the fans' hearts burned again with desire.

The final image on the stream froze on Kaido's drunken, laughing face as he raised another barrel.

Though the livestream ended, across the New World, countless eyes were still fixed on the now-black phone screens.

All thinking the same thing:

Next time, it's gonna be me.

That thought ignited a wildfire in their hearts.

...

Marine Headquarters, Fleet Admiral's Office.

The atmosphere was heavy, like the calm before a storm.

Sengoku's face was dark, his presence flooding the room with icy pressure.

"That lunatic Kaido…" Sengoku ground the words out from between clenched teeth.

"I knew this livestream wasn't just about a banquet… So this was their real purpose!"

(To be continued.)

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Chapter 64: Three Steps

The projection screen was still frozen on the image of Kaido holding up a Devil Fruit just before the broadcast ended. Its twisted patterns glowed ominously under the firelight.

Vice Admiral Tsuru lightly tapped the table. Her calm voice cut through the heavy atmosphere, breaking the suffocating silence.

She furrowed her brow slightly.
"This is no longer just a recruitment tactic. Three Devil Fruits… that's enough to drive every maniac in the New World insane."

Images of pirates willing to kill, rob, or burn everything down for profit and power flickered through her mind. If those fruits ended up in their hands, the seas would spiral into absolute chaos.

"Hmph!"

Akainu slammed his fist onto the table. His magma-infused hand instantly burned a black hole through the wood.

"This is a direct provocation against the Marines! We need to deploy troops immediately to suppress them!" He crossed his arms coldly.
"And whoever developed those phones must be investigated. Their intent is clearly malicious. Disrupting order on this scale… I recommend issuing an arrest warrant immediately!"

Sengoku: "...."

He remained silent, just standing there, his expression deep and unreadable. Inside, however, his thoughts were racing. This sudden storm was unlike anything he'd ever faced.

Aokiji leaned lazily against the window, but frost had quietly spread across the entire frame.

"Man… the real question is, where did he even get that many Devil Fruits?"

His tone was still laid-back, but the question pierced right to the core.

"According to intel, the Beast Pirates have already distributed at least dozens this year alone..." one nervous intelligence officer chimed in.

His forehead was soaked with sweat. Even he couldn't believe the number he was reporting.

Kizaru casually twirled his phone, his glasses catching a cold glint.

A slow, almost teasing smile played across his lips.
"How scary~ Someone must be supplying them behind the scenes."

Sengoku suddenly stood up, the "Justice" cloak on his back billowing dramatically, despite no wind. He grabbed the tea on the table—long gone cold—and downed it in one gulp.

"Initiate a highest-priority investigation. Now."

His eyes swept across every admiral in the room.
"I want every transaction Kaido has made in the past six months dug up. Every force he's dealt with. Especially..." He pointed to the frozen image of the Devil Fruit.
"The source of these fruits."

"Yes, sir!"

"Understood!"

The intelligence team in the corner sprang into action. The buruburu of encrypted Den Den Mushi rang out nonstop.

Their fingers flew across keyboards. Their eyes were locked on data streams. No one dared blink.

Because they knew—time was life. Every second wasted could let the situation spiral further.

Thanks to Kaido-sama's Devil Fruit lottery, the entire sea had gone mad.

The world was now caught in a massive vortex. No one could escape it.


---

Step one: Buy a phone.

Across streets and alleys, from bustling port towns to backwater fishing villages, people were storming stores.

Long lines stretched around corners. Some even paid sky-high prices just to get their hands on one.

Phones weren't just communication tools anymore—they were a necessity. A status symbol. A ticket to fate.

Step two: Watch the Beast Pirates' livestream.

Step three: Win a Devil Fruit. Join the Beast Pirates.

Countless people—driven by dreams, ambition, or desperation—now had only one thought: become one of Kaido's crew.


---

Wano Country.

The sea breeze drifted through the ancient streets, carrying a faint hint of salt and incense. The night air held that distinct Edo fragrance.

Inside the Shogun's mansion, candlelight flickered softly. Shadows danced across painted beams and lacquered screens.

Orochi, cloaked in an ornate kimono, paced back and forth. His expression kept shifting beneath the swaying candlelight.

Through the paper door, moonlight filtered in, casting warped shadows on his already twisted face.

Scenes from the banquet replayed in his mind—especially the part with pirates cackling madly at those weird little boxes.

Their eyes had shown a strange obsession, almost religious fanaticism. The sound of that laughter still echoed in his ears, driving him into a furious state.

"Someone!!" Orochi suddenly shrieked.

Guards scrambled in as if facing a demon. They dropped to the floor in perfect unison, foreheads pressed low, not daring to breathe.

But Orochi was already raging.

He raised a leg and kicked over a nearby celadon vase.

Crash!

The priceless antique shattered. The sharp sound sliced through the tense air like a blade.

"Go investigate for this Shogun! I want to know exactly what those cursed objects are!"

The guards trembled. No one dared stall. They quickly answered,
"Yes, Orochi-sama!" and fled to carry out the order.


---

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

The Shogun's mansion was shrouded in high alert.

Inside Orochi's private chamber, the mood was particularly bizarre.

There, he sat cross-legged on an embroidered silk cushion. His thick, stubby fingers awkwardly swiped at the phone screen.

His expression flickered between awe and suspicion.

Clearly, he wasn't used to this strange, foreign device.

Then, his own distorted face suddenly appeared in a video call window. The screen was so square, so detailed, it nearly gave him a heart attack.

"This… this…!!" His eyes bulged. His Adam's apple bobbed.
"This is more terrifying than sorcery!"

But then, a filthy glint flickered in his eyes.

"Komurasaki! Get in here!"

Draped in a gorgeous robe, Komurasaki entered with light steps. Her beauty was ethereal. Her eyes sparkled like stars in a cloudless sky.

Orochi eagerly shoved the phone into her hands, a sycophantic grin on his face.

Then, he started teaching her how to use it—painstakingly slow, step-by-step.

Komurasaki was stunned. Her slender fingers lightly tapped the screen, like a curious traveler entering a brand new realm.

When she tried sending a voice message, Orochi's breathing visibly quickened, rough and heavy.

"Marvelous… utterly marvelous…" Orochi drooled as he stared at her profile, unable to hide his obsession.
"Komurasaki, follow me first. From now on, this Shogun can hear your voice anytime he pleases..."

"Yes, Orochi-sama."


---

Meanwhile, in a dark alley in the Flower Capital, the night was deep and silent.

By lantern light, a disguised Denjiro examined his newly purchased phone. Though dressed like an ordinary merchant, his eyes burned with restrained intensity.

He turned the device in his hands, silently marveling at its design.

"This is a hundred times more useful than a ninja scroll," Denjiro muttered under his breath. His voice was soft, but the words were razor sharp in the quiet.

"We need to test it further. But this tech… could be a game changer."

(To be continued.)

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Chapter 65: Artificial Devil Fruit Dilemma

In the quiet chambers of the courtesan's villa, Hiyori knelt on a silk cushion embroidered with cherry blossoms, her slender fingers gliding gently across the screen of her phone.

Outside the window, Wano Country's eternal clouds blocked the moonlight. Only the cold glow of the phone lit her delicate face, as if this faint light was the only warmth in the darkness.

When she scrolled to a video featuring Wapol, the disgraced former king, her rouged lips tightened unconsciously.

In the video, Wapol stood in front of a trash heap on Winter Island, crying to the camera. He lamented being overthrown by the Revolutionary Army, expressing regret over his past cruelty.

Hiyori's fingertips trembled slightly above the screen. The image pierced into her heart like a blade.

Wasn't Wano Country suffering the same fate?

She quickly exited the video and walked to her dressing table.

In the bronze mirror, her gaze was complex—anger, hope, determination... all swirling in her eyes.

Her nails dug deep into her palms, but she felt no pain. Her heart was too full of helpless rage toward the state of Wano and a desperate longing for its future.

"If only it could become like Wapol's country..." she whispered, her voice carrying a yearning buried for years.

Opening her TikTok backend, she stared at her follower count—barely over a hundred. She bit her lower lip.

It wasn't enough. Nowhere near the threshold for livestreaming. She needed more. She needed the entire sea to hear Wano Country's voice.

Suddenly, she recalled the conversation she had overheard between Orochi and Kaido the night before—talks of Devil Fruit trades, hidden deals, conspiracies...

If she made it all public...

Hiyori stood up sharply, the rustle of her ornate junihitoe echoing in the silent room.

The scenes of Wano played vividly in her mind—slaves toiling in mines, poisoned rivers, children starving in the streets.

Every image burned with injustice.

And now, those very images had become her sharpest weapon.

"If I post all of this on TikTok... would people care? Would anyone help Wano?" she murmured, hesitating.

Among TikTok's massive user base, maybe—just maybe—there was someone who could make a difference.

The clack of the watchman's wooden blocks rang outside.

Hiyori quickly locked her phone and tucked it into her inner robe. Her movements froze briefly as she realized, this tiny metal rectangle now carried the hope of Wano Country.

"Thank you..." she whispered into the darkness. Whether it was to the mysterious TikTok developer or the opportunity itself, she wasn't sure.

...

Out at sea.

The waves glittered beneath the sun, the water sparkling like a field of diamonds.

Ron sat lazily in a dugout canoe, pulled by a massive Sea Kings seahorse cutting through the sea like a living torpedo.

Bored, he opened TikTok and started scrolling through the latest videos.

The total number of videos on TikTok had already passed hundreds of millions. The content quality had skyrocketed.

Top creators from across the seas were posting everything from food and travel vlogs to tech reviews and entertainment segments.

Kaido's livestream two days ago had drawn global attention. He didn't just gain fans—it inspired him to use artificial Devil Fruits to grow his power.

"Do artificial Devil Fruits count as fakes? Should I ban them?" Ron muttered as he scrolled through the trending debates.

He remembered promising users that any fake product would be handled seriously.

But this situation was tricky. The artificial Devil Fruits didn't have a 100% success rate like the real ones, but some were clearly working.

Ron's brows furrowed slightly, a trace of hesitation flashing in his eyes.

His promise was clear, but the artificial fruits, flawed as they were—did offer real results for some users.

They weren't totally fake. And they weren't totally useless.

They were just... risky.

"Forget it. If they work sometimes, they're not fakes," Ron sighed, the weight of compromise in his voice.

True, artificial Devil Fruits had issues. But they also brought new hope to desperate people.

Think about it—people living in poverty could never afford a hundred-million-Berry Devil Fruit. They'd sell their homes and empty their family savings trying to buy one.

Now a cheap version shows up, and you're gonna tell them it's fake?

Who could accept that?

...

By noon, the Sea Kings seahorse had carved a long white path across the blue ocean.

Ron stood on its back, squinting at the red dot blinking on his phone.

Morgans had sent the exact location through TikTok's direct coordinates.

"This is way more useful than a Log Pose..." Ron murmured.

A standard Log Pose could only show direction. But TikTok's map could pinpoint locations, measure distance, and even calculate arrival time.

It was stupidly convenient.

Ron wondered how many people on this sea had discovered TikTok's hidden features.

Maybe its impact had already gone far beyond his imagination.

In the distance, a mist-shrouded island slowly emerged on the horizon.

Ron's pupils narrowed. Without precise tracking, no one would've ever found this place in the vast sea.

"That birdbrain Morgans really knows how to hide," he muttered with a smirk.

The seahorse let out a low whinny and began slowing down.

Even before they reached the shore, Ron saw a familiar figure pacing on the beach.

Morgans, cigar in beak, flapped his wings nervously. He looked up every few steps—clearly, he'd been waiting.

"Ron!" Morgans soared into the air as soon as he spotted the seahorse's silhouette.
"You finally made it!"

He fluttered to Ron's side, muttering with a hint of exasperation,
"The warehouse is almost out of phones! If we don't restock soon, I'll have to sell myself in a bundle deal!"

Ron casually pulled up the system dashboard.

When he saw the number, his eyebrows twitched slightly.
"Ninety-five million users..."

Just five million short of the hundred-million milestone.

That growth was... wild.

"Take me to the warehouse," Ron said calmly.

"Right away!" Morgans saluted, flapping ahead to guide the way.

(To be continued.)