At that moment, in the Ten Thousand Realms Chat Group, activity suddenly sparked to life again.
[Scientific Shinobi]:
"How have you all been? It's been three days… I missed this madness."
[Demonblade Spirit]:
"Ehhhh?…"
[General Li]:
"Your tone sounds weird. What is it now—another twisted experiment?"
[Captain Garrick]:
"Or maybe... he finally fell in love? Found himself a woman?"
"About time someone laid that snake down."
[Scientific Shinobi]:
"Tch. You all still think like mortals."
"Experiments? Romance? Such petty desires."
[General Li]:
"???"
[Captain Garrick]:
"???"
[Demonblade Spirit]:
"Uncle… are you having another mental breakdown? Take your meds. SadFace.jpg"
[Scientific Shinobi]:
"No breakdowns. No delusions. I've simply bathed in divine light."
"I've received something you can't even begin to understand—the blessing of the Eternal God."
"The soul that was severed—restored."
"My strength? Reborn."
"My existence? Elevated beyond the limits of mortality."
[Scientific Shinobi]:
"The moment I witnessed the god's form, I realized how insignificant we truly are."
"Compared to Him, even our immortals are just ants screaming at the sky."
[General Li]:
"!"
[Demonblade Spirit]:
"!"
[For Peace]:
"!"
[Captain Garrick]:
"Hold on… are you saying you actually tried that stuff the newcomer uploaded? The 'Meditation' and 'Sacrifice' techniques?"
[Scientific Shinobi]:
"Of course I did."
"You should know by now—I'm always the first to experiment."
"Just the meditation alone reconnected my soul. The sacrificial rite gave me new life."
"I am now a vessel of the Eternal One. A servant of something… far greater than us."
"You may call me a Worshiper of the Eternal God from now on."
[Captain Garrick]:
"Okay, now I know you've lost it."
"Religions? Cults? You got scammed by a divine pyramid scheme, didn't you?"
[Scientific Shinobi]:
"Hmph. Ignorant mortal."
"If you were in my world, you'd be hunted for heresy and drowned in your own blood for mocking the Divine."
"You think reality is what your eyes can see? No."
"To the Eternal God, our entire multiverse is a speck of dust in the wind."
"But don't worry…"
"Since you lack the vision, I've done you all a favor."
"I've uploaded a memory fragment to the group files. It's real. It's untouched. Witness the truth for yourselves."
A file appeared in the group.
[Memory_Frag: DivineDescent.vz]
Without hesitation, every member except Lucian downloaded it.
Then—silence.
No one spoke.
No one posted memes.
Not even sarcastic comments.
They had seen it.
The blazing golden eye in the sky.
The divine stormclouds tearing space apart.
The way the world had screamed at His presence.
Even through the fragment, their own avatars had almost gone blind.
The memory had restrictions built-in by the god himself, limiting how much of his form could be perceived.
And still—it was too much.
All they could glimpse was an outline shrouded in celestial fire, cloaked in mercy.
[Caribbean World – Port Royal, Late Night]
Inside a rum-soaked tavern lit by flickering lanterns, Captain Jack Sparrow sat slumped at the bar, pale as the dead.
His hands trembled uncontrollably. His hat had fallen slightly sideways, but for once, he didn't fix it.
The image still blazed in his mind—
That golden eye in the sky, vast beyond comprehension.
A god who stood outside of creation itself.
Not even Calypso—goddess of the sea—could compare. She was a wave in a bottle.
This… was the Eternal God.
And in comparison, Calypso wasn't even worth the drop of foam at the crest of that wave.
Jack clenched his jaw, sweat glistening on his brow.
The others?
They were ants.
He was just a slightly larger ant.
"Captain?" one of his crewmates nudged him nervously.
"You look… unwell."
Another leaned in.
"Too much rum again, aye? Let's get you back to the ship."
Jack didn't answer right away.
He stared into his empty glass—then slowly pushed it away, a look of unsettling clarity on his face.
"Power..."
"Real power. Not coins. Not cannons."
"Faith."
If that snake-obsessed shinobi had gained divine strength through meditation and sacrifice—
"Then why not me?"
Jack straightened his back, brushing aside his coat with uncharacteristic determination.
"Blind Bill," he barked. "How much treasure do we still have?"
The old man blinked. "Eh? Maybe… 200 gold coins? We spent the rest on women and rum."
"Bloody waste."
Jack clicked his tongue. "Alright. Find me a craftsman. A real one. Stonework, carving, the mystical sort. Tonight."
His crew paled.
There was something different in Jack's eyes now.
Purpose. Madness. Divinity.
They had no idea—
This wasn't a drunken plan.
It was Captain Jack Sparrow's first meditation.
And the power radiating off him already dwarfed any pirate lord.
One Piece World – Baldigo, The White Earth Island
At the heart of the Revolutionary Army headquarters, Monkey D. Dragon sat silently at his desk.
Then, his eyes snapped open.
Something had shifted in the world.
Something… unimaginable.
"A god?"
He had meditated only once—just to test the file uploaded in the chat group. It had sounded absurd.
But now—
"This… energy. It's real. It's coursing through my blood."
With a single step, Dragon disappeared from the room—only to reappear a full kilometer away, standing on the edge of a storm-swept cliff.
He raised a hand.
Ten colossal sea tornadoes rose from the ocean like titans, whirling upward, each over a hundred meters tall.
"And that's… just the beginning."
"Boss!" shouted Kerla, rushing out with a half-burned report in her hands.
"What the hell?! Every sea alarm just triggered—again! You trying to start a tsunami?!"
But Dragon laughed—openly, for the first time in years.
"Kerla," he said, turning with glowing eyes.
"I've found the path to peace."
"Forget politics. Forget war. This… is divine order."
"Prepare a mountain of gemstones. White jade, sapphire, anything rare."
"We're building an altar."