Chapter 398: Is Lord Saint Saint Saiwen a God?

New World, Ten Thousand Nations.

Inside the Cake Island Palace, Xia Luote Lingling stared motionless at the live broadcast, her mouth gaping open and unable to close.

Won? Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen actually won?

The World Government... that's it?

Had I known this, I should've followed Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen straight into Mary Geoise, witnessed the fall of the old era, and become a founding hero of the new order.

At that time, the Ten Thousand Nations would have advanced even further.

I, Xia Luote Lingling, could have legitimately asked Barzab—no, Lord Saint Saint Saiwen—for the way to reach the final island, Laugh Tale.

In that case, wouldn't the title of Pirate King be within easy reach?

But now, I've missed this once-in-a-millennium opportunity.

I simply didn't expect the World Government, so arrogant, ruling the seas for eight hundred years, to collapse so swiftly and completely.

And I never imagined the Marines had already defected to Lord Saint Saint Saiwen, the Revolutionary Army was his, and even Loki, prince of Elbaf...

In the live broadcast, Kaido's radiant smile looked painfully glaring to Lingling.

As if mocking her lack of vision.

True, her vision was indeed poor—she never believed Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen could succeed in rebellion, so she didn't join the march to Mary Geoise.

But what the hell are you, Kaido?

My precious son Katakuri and my precious daughter Brell are official crewmembers of the Morning Star Crew!

What do you have?!

Yet when Lingling thought of Brell's ugly face, she instantly made arrangements to cope with the coming unfavorable situation.

"Perospero, send all your sisters to Wano."

"Now, immediately, right now!"

Lingling dared not gamble: Lord Saint Saint Saiwen's military momentum was at its peak, with the peak Marines and Revolutionary Army under his command, three of the Four Emperors allied with him, and Elbaf, the world's strongest nation.

What if Lord Saint Saint Saiwen plans to flatten all four seas—how will the Ten Thousand Nations choose then?

"Perospero?"

Lingling called out several times, only then noticing her children were all frozen, staring blankly at the live broadcast.

One glance... her head buzzed.

Impossible. Absolutely impossible.

How could Lord Saint Saint Saiwen possess such divine power? Is he creating a city from nothing? Or summoning one from heaven?

"He... he... is he a god?"

Not just Lingling thought this,

In the laboratory at Punk Hazard, both Vegapunk, Blackbeard, and the members of the East and Brogy and Great Hammer Crew—all who witnessed this—had the same thought echoing in their minds.

Is the captain a god?

Is Lord Saint Saint Saiwen a god?

"Is Bai Mao a god?"

Blackbeard was utterly stunned: "Fake, all fake. This world can't possibly have gods."

Even if gods existed, they'd surely be Davy Jones of the Davy family, Laozu.

What kind of god is Bai Mao?

How could Bai Mao possibly be a god?

Long after, Vegapunk finally recovered, pushing his numb jaw upward.

"Tich, the live broadcast cannot be faked."

In truth, Vegapunk himself found it hard to believe—this violated scientific principles. Even altering molecular structures couldn't achieve Lord Saint Saint Saiwen's divine miracle.

But seeing is believing, especially since he had recorded this broadcast footage.

"So everything we've seen is real."

Vegapunk felt immense relief—he had defected to Lord Saint Saint Saiwen before the World Government fell and before Lord Saint Saint Saiwen revealed his heavenly miracle, not after the dust had settled.

A moment's difference in timing seemed trivial, yet it meant the difference between heaven and earth.

Choosing to follow Lord Saint Saint Saiwen when he raised his banner against the World Government, before victory was assured, was true coal in snow.

After all, the World Government had ruled the seas for nearly eight hundred years, its foundations immeasurably deep.

No one could be certain whether this grand upheaval of the old world would end in glory or utter ruin.

If you joined only after Lord Saint Saint Saiwen ascended as King of the World, it would merely be adding flowers to brocade.

Worse, you'd be nothing but a latecomer chasing power, unable to secure any favorable position in the new order.

Vegapunk knew better than anyone: every one of his research projects required vast funds, materials, and manpower—without a powerful backer, he couldn't take a single step.

Let alone realize his ideas that surpassed the age.

And Lord Saint Saint Saiwen was the best patron.

Hearing this, Blackbeard still couldn't accept it.

"Fake. All fake."

"You're all conspiring to trick me."

Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep~

The lab alarm shrieked wildly—his overwhelming emotions had triggered violent fluctuations in the bloodline factors merging within Blackbeard.

"Tich, calm down."

"You don't want to fail at the last moment, do you? If the Bakania bloodline factor fusion fails, you'll become a mindless monster."

Blackbeard kept yelling wildly.

"It's all fake—he's a thief; when he was a child, he stole two of my teeth."

Seeing this, Begepangke had no choice but to follow Blackbeard's line of thought.

"Tichi, you're right."

"All of this is fake—synthetic live-stream footage."

Upon hearing this, Blackbeard finally calmed down, panting as he stared at Begepangke.

"Old Be, I knew only you would believe me—Bai Mao is a thief; he stole my World King from me."

"Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, the World King should've been yours, but Saint Saint Saiwen Saint took him."

Once your renovation is complete, take him back.

Begepangke nodded vigorously in agreement, yet couldn't help muttering inwardly: What had Saint Saint Saiwen Saint done to Tichi to make him react this way?

It had become a shadow embedded deep in Tichi's marrow.

"Go to sleep now; you'll feel better after you wake up."

Begepangke soothed Tichi like a child, not truly regarding Tichi as a close friend.

The Peacekeeper, modified and upgraded using Tichi as a template, had already been completed and awaited only Saint Saint Saiwen Saint's order to begin mass production—this was Begepangke's gift to the new regime.

The Seraphim Project, based on Blackbeard as the prototype, was Begepangke's personal gift to Saint Saint Saiwen Saint.

"Old Be..."

Blackbeard drifted into a drowsy sleep, unconsciously treating everything that had just happened as a nightmare.

And meanwhile.

Outside Begepangke's laboratory, Dongli and Buroki, temporarily serving as guards, grinned smugly before the Big Hammer Warband.

"How about that? Isn't our captain awesome?"

"Awesome!"

Even the Big Hammer Warband had to admit: the divine miracle Saint Saint Saiwen Saint casually displayed was more impressive than the War God of Elbaf in the Giant Kingdom.

Even Joy Boy, when striking the Drum of Liberation, could never summon a city with a mere gesture.

Amid the banter, Dongli suddenly spotted a winged figure striding confidently into Begepangke's laboratory.

"Don't worry about it—that guy's one of us."