The Next Day
All of the factories under the World Economic News Service were working at full capacity, smoke billowing as presses ran nonstop.
After all, printing that many newspapers in a single night was no small feat. Thanks to the dozens of factories controlled by Morgans across the world, millions of newspapers had already been printed—yet the machines hadn't even paused.
Morgans knew perfectly well:
This time's big scoop would be a global sensation.
Within just half a day—
"President, we've sold 12 million copies so far. Some distributors are already running out!"
An assistant rushed in to report the figures.
"What!!?"
Morgans' eyes bulged. "Get back to work! Don't let the presses stop for even a second! Have everyone work overtime over the next few days—pay them 50% more than usual!"
He was practically vibrating with excitement. Employee wages? That was nothing.
In only half a day, 10+ million copies had been sold.
If this pace continued, it was entirely possible that sales would exceed 100 million.
And with that thought, Morgans couldn't help but tremble with excitement.
This wasn't just about releasing a breaking story—
It was about making an astronomical amount of money.
At the same time, the entire world was in shock.
This newspaper edition wasn't just headlined—it was supercharged. Alongside the main article, Morgans had selected the most shocking photo: the moment of the Celestial Dragons' death.
And it had worked.
The world was stunned.
The Celestial Dragons—those so-called divine rulers—had actually been killed.
For the people across the seas, this meant one thing:
The Celestial Dragons… weren't untouchable after all.
The article went on to detail how the World Government had launched a full-scale retaliation, dispatching an Admiral and issuing a Buster Call to the Navy… only for them to suffer massive casualties and retreat in failure.
And the perpetrator?
He was still on the Sabaody Archipelago—calmly accepting interviews, seemingly unbothered by the government's wrath.
This act set the world ablaze with excitement.
"When gods begin to bleed, the mortal desire to kill them is born."
But this wasn't just bleeding—
This was death.
The descendant of a so-called god had been slain, proving once and for all:
They were no different. They bled. They died.
In countries wracked by civil war, where revolution brewed and nobles crushed the common people, this news became a rallying cry.
"The world's nobles can die."
"So what makes the ones ruling us any better?"
"We all have two shoulders and one head. No one's born more noble than the next."
But what truly lit the fire?
It was the fact that Kairos Flint, the man who killed the Celestial Dragons, had emerged completely unscathed—even disdainful of the World Government's fury.
To countless across the world, that was the ultimate symbol of hope.
New World – Whitebeard Pirates' Ship
"Gurararara!!"
Whitebeard let out a hearty laugh as he read the headlines.
"Those idiotic Celestial Pigs got themselves killed."
"This Kairos Flint kid—he did a damn fine job."
Whitebeard's stance was clear—he never gave a damn about so-called divine bloodlines.
He never personally killed a Celestial Dragon simply because of the consequences: retaliation from the World Government. With so many sons, he avoided drawing that kind of fire unless provoked.
But… if one of his sons was harmed?
He wouldn't hesitate to slaughter every last Celestial Dragon.
"Touch my sons, and I'll bury your entire bloodline."
"Marco! Bring me some wine. I want to toast this!" he shouted.
"Dad, you're not in the best shape. Maybe hold off on the drinking," Marco said, concerned.
Whitebeard wasn't exactly healthy these days—he needed medical treatment, not liquor.
"Jozu, bring me the wine," Whitebeard turned to another.
"Dad, I…"
"Come on, son. Don't let your old man die thirsty," Whitebeard said dramatically.
Jozu, of course, gave in like always, and brought over a full barrel.
The crew watched helplessly.
They'd all been tricked by their old man into bringing him booze at some point—but they also knew what it felt like to quit drinking. So, as long as he kept it moderate, they let him indulge.
New World – Red-Haired Pirates
"Shanks, Uta's man is really something else," said Beckman, smoking a cigarette as he skimmed the headlines.
"First the World Government puts a bounty on him, and now he goes and kills the Celestial Dragons?"
"He's completely nuts."
"He crushed a Buster Call and walked away like nothing happened. They're watching him now—should we lend him a hand?"
He had just spent 100 beli to buy the newspaper from a News Coo, and it was worth every coin. The story was incredible.
This was the same guy who kept refusing Shanks' offers and rejecting his help. Maybe it was revenge against the World Government. Maybe it was personal.
Whatever it was, he slaughtered the gods.
"He promised to protect Uta," Shanks waved it off with a smile.
"And I believe he'll keep that promise."
"Alright, crew! Let's throw a party for the bastard who took down the Celestial Dragons!"
The ship erupted into celebration.
Beckman simply shook his head, laughing.
If something really happened, they'd all back Kairos—Shanks most of all.
Big Mom Pirates
"Ma ma ma ma~~~!!!"
"What a man! I want him to be my next husband!"
Charlotte Linlin, aka Big Mom, had fallen in love with Kairos Flint's photo at first glance after reading the paper.
If Kairos knew… he might have already fled the New World.
Beasts Pirates
"Worororo!"
"That brat's got some balls," Kaido muttered, drinking straight from a gourd as he scanned the front page.
Dressrosa – Donquixote Family
"Fufufufu…"
"So he's the one?"
"He defeated a Buster Call, killed high-ranking vice admirals, and even fought off admirals themselves?"
Doflamingo stared long at the newspaper photo.
In One Day, the world had learned the name of the man who dared to kill a "descendant of god."
Kairos Flint – the God Killer.
A man who raised his blade against the divine and came out alive. A symbol of rebellion, defiance, and power.
Countless across the world began to idolize him.
And without even knowing it, Kairos had gained legions of fans.
Of course, not everyone was thrilled.
Kings and nobles under the World Government flew into a rage. To them, Kairos was a criminal, a butcher of nobility.
They prayed the World Government would hunt him down and execute him soon.
Three Days Later
Kairos received a massive payment from Morgans for the photo rights:
3.5 billion Beli.
Nami's eyes sparkled.
She immediately dove into counting the money—by hand—hour after hour, practically swimming in the bills.
Luckily, her physique was already at the emperor level, or she'd have cramped up from the effort.
Kairos didn't say much. But when he realized she literally counted it bill by bill to confirm it was exactly 3.5 billion—not a single beli missing—he was speechless.
Still, she was happy.
And her obsession with money… had reached a new level of respect in his mind.
Meanwhile, coating master Rayleigh had finished coating their ship, after being paid handsomely.
And during their three days on Sabaody?
The World Government made no move.
But that didn't mean they'd given up.
They'd suffered massive losses—elite marines, vice admirals, warships.
The Five Elders were surely seething.
But they cared most about one thing: the stability of the sea.
They knew when to back off—only to strike when the moment was right.
When the time came…
They'd try to deliver a fatal blow.
If they could.
Kairos hadn't wasted the three days either.
Uta had already mastered the Black Blade "Shusui." He took her old sword and fed it to Sandai Kitetsu, trying to evolve it into a Great Grade blade.
Only four more powerful blades were needed for the upgrade.
More importantly—
He had been refining ability crystals.
After three long days of grinding and synthesis…
He had finally succeeded.
He now held in his hand:
A Mythical-Rank Talent Crystal
The highest tier of all.
One bite, and his talent would surpass emperor level and reach the realm of legends.
Even protagonists in other worlds couldn't hope to match it.
He looked at the radiant crystal—rainbow-hued, glowing, beautiful—and without hesitation…
Swallowed it whole.
It melted instantly.
And then—
His eyes lost focus.
His spirit soared.
He couldn't describe the feeling. It was like touching the heavens.
When it passed…
He had broken through.
His talent had evolved into:
True God