Chapter 395: Won, But Not Completely Won

Previously, when forming the shallow sea pact, to prevent Yimu from possessing and controlling him, Seven used the Universal Sealing Scroll to seal the demonic power within his body.

Until he manifested the demonic power within him as the Human-Human Fruit, Mythical Beast Type, Satan Form.

At this moment, facing Yimu possessing Harald, Seven did not hesitate and hurled thirty Universal Sealing Scrolls all at once.

Because Harald’s body was enormous, Seven chose to expend everything for safety’s sake.

Seven originally planned to continue overwhelming Yimu, gradually probing its limits and attempting to eliminate it permanently.

To spare his future self any trouble.

Yet Seven never imagined Yimu, the old bastard, would break all codes of honor, willing to pay an immense price to exterminate Seven and his entire group.

If that’s the case, then proceed with the original plan.

He cannot kill Yimu instantly now—leave it to his future self to handle.

Old me, sorry for the trouble!

As several beams of light flashed, Seven instantly sealed Yimu’s will entirely within Harald’s body, simultaneously interrupting Yimu’s spell.

The pentagram array above Mary Geoise flickered wildly, as if cut off from its energy supply.

“You?!” Yimu exclaimed in shock.

In all its life since birth, Yimu had fought countless brilliant opponents, yet never encountered a situation like this.

What kind of technique could possibly imprison its will entirely within Harald’s body?

No one answered Yimu’s question.

Only Seven, taking advantage of Yimu’s momentary confusion, frantically activated the Year-Year Fruit’s ability, mimicking the Time-Time Fruit’s power, and slammed his palm into Harald.

“Old Har, just bear with it.”

With one blow, the current timeline no longer held the Giant King Harald or the World King Yimu.

Seeing this, Seven exhaled in relief.

“Old bastard, I wanted to settle this fairly, but you broke all the rules.”

The battle’s course differed from Seven’s expectations, yet it ultimately ended as he had foreseen—temporarily victorious.

Meanwhile.

The moment Yimu possessed Harald blinked, the surroundings suddenly became unfamiliar.

“Yimu… how did I end up here?”

“Where’s Barzab?”

Moments later, as if realizing something, “Harald” roared in Yimu’s signature dual-gender voice.

“BARZAB!!!!!!”

It thought of itself, the mighty Devil Fruit user, World King Neron Yimu, having defeated countless powerful foes and ruled the seas for nearly eight hundred years.

Yet now it was slapped by Barzab straight into a future timeline, how many years ahead?

Yimu felt like it had swallowed excrement.

Not playing fair!

Barzab isn’t playing fair! If you’ve got guts, fight me one-on-one! What’s the point of cheating?

Yimu regretted it—regretted until its intestines turned green.

If it had known, it should have unleashed its ultimate technique from the start.

Even if it meant severe injury and a centuries-long recovery period, it should have killed Barzab.

Before its fury could erupt, specks of light above “Harald” coalesced into a figure with white hair—it was Seven, now thirty-nine years old.

“Saxi bu li da na…”

Amid the ruins of Mary Geoise, Seven held the Ma Talisman and casually slapped Karp’s nape, breaking the Black Turn domination’s influence.

Karp wiped sweat from his brow, completely unconcerned that Seven’s slap had been forceful.

“No wonder Loxs suffered so much back then.”

Only those truly controlled by Black Turn domination could feel the despair of another will fighting for control of their body.

After catching his breath, Karp asked again.

“Why didn’t I turn demonic?”

Seven shrugged, silent, but his gaze fixed on Karp’s pure gold pendant.

Following Seven’s gaze, Karp glanced at the pendant and suddenly cried out.

“Pure gold?”

Thank goodness he’d accepted Seven’s gift back then—otherwise, he’d have suffered terribly.

At this moment, Loki finally realized: “White Hair, where’s my dad? My dad’s such a big guy—how did he just vanish?”

Seven looked apologetic.

“Your father… I sent him seventeen years into the future.”

“Sorry, Loki. Yimu’s move came too suddenly, and I had no better option—I sealed Yimu inside the Giant King and sent him seventeen years ahead.”

“Don’t worry—for the Giant King, it’s just a blink of the eye. Our future selves will find him.”

Hearing this, Loki’s eyes sparkled.

“White Hair, slap me too—send me seventeen years into the future!”

Coming to the future? That’s way too interesting.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Seven waved him off.

They had won—but not completely.

Without Yimu, the World Government posed no further threat to Seven’s side.

But toppling the World Government was easy; what followed—freeing all slaves, ensuring everyone had enough to eat—was far more complicated.

After the pentagram array on Mary Geoise vanished completely, the Five Elders abandoned resistance without hesitation and surrendered outright.

“We’re done. We surrender.”

What’s the point of fighting? Yimu had already abandoned them—why die for the World Government? Better to join Saint Seven.

“Boring?” Kaido muttered, quietly sheathing his spiked club.

Though four Divine Knights had been slain and the Five Elders were utterly broken, Kaido in his old self would never have stopped.

But times had changed.

Seven had gone quiet—he must have dealt with Yimu and would soon become the true World King.

Even for the sake of his future son-in-law, Seven, Kaido had to learn to behave.

Otherwise, how would he ever ask Seven for the way to the final island, Laugh Tale, and become the second Pirate King after Roger?

At the thought of himself becoming Pirate King, Kaido grinned widely, his eyes gleaming with joy.

Old Granny Luffy, you didn’t come to fight—wait till you regret it.

Soon after, Kaido and his group escorted the surrendered Five Elders, Garin, and Xia Mu—seven in total—to Seven’s side.

“Seven, what do we do with these guys?”

Seven casually pulled out Sea-Prism Stone chains: “Bind them first. Await public trial.”

The Five Elders and Saint Garin had committed too many evils—death was too kind. Better to squeeze out every last bit of value they still held.

For the World Government’s 170+ member nations, the Five Elders still had some use.

With that, Seven turned to Satan Saint.

“What was Yimu’s move just now called?”

Satan Saint gave a bitter laugh: “Live Sacrifice. Yimu intended to sacrifice all of us.”

“That technique severely damages Yimu. Had you not frightened it, it would never have risked losing its essence just to sacrifice us all.”

About Yimu, Seven had too many questions.

“What exactly is Yimu?”

Even after sending Yimu to the future, Seven still didn’t know whether it was a Devil Fruit devil or an artificial human from the Ancient Kingdom.

Satan Saint paused.

“Yimu has a massive cold storage chamber beneath the Flower Room. Go see for yourselves.”

Hearing this, Seven grew interested.

“Lead the way.”

But before heading to the cold storage chamber, Seven shouted toward the sky: “Morgans, come down and work.”