I have the Flame-Flame Fruit, I'm invincible!

Look around.

The Celestial Dragons knelt on the ground in resentment.

He quickly raised the camera around his neck and took pictures one after another.

"This is indeed big news."

“You lowly people, you trash, don’t film me, don’t film me!” Rozward roared.

I want to cover my face with my hands.

But it's no use.

"I want you dead, I want you dead!" Charmark said, his face flushed, as if he wanted to curse.

But a limited vocabulary posed little threat. All he could do was glare menacingly at Dick and the photographer.

The photographer ignored him and continued taking pictures.

He even leaned forward and took a clear picture of Chalmark's furious expression.

The resentful gaze, the trembling beard, the muscles contorted with rage, and the face ashen with anger are clearly imprinted in the photograph.

Just kidding, he's the Flame Photographer, what kind of terrible situation hasn't he encountered over the years?

Who hasn't been photographed?

Roger, Whitebeard, Kaido, Big Mom, Shanks, Mihawk, Dragon...

All of them were spoils captured by his camera.

He's a professional when it comes to disguise, acting skills, concealing his presence, and escaping.

To put it bluntly, his current appearance and voice are fake.

These days, if you're in the news business, you need to have multiple aliases.

Beside it, a Den Den Mushi (a type of electric scooped-up insect) with wide eyes begins playing everything.

"Hello everyone, first of all, let me introduce myself," Dick's face appeared in the frame, and the photographer was also taking pictures with all his might.

As Dick requested, he needed to be handsome, dashing, and resolute.

"My name is Dick, the strongest Devil Fruit user in the world, the Flame-Flame Fruit user," Dick said slowly and deliberately. "Of course, you can also call me by my nickname, Flame Emperor."

Emperor Yan? Aren't you nicknamed the Flame Demon?

Everyone was confused.

Also, the Flame-Flame Fruit is the strongest Devil Fruit, how come they don't know that?

Akainu's face was grim.

Burning is the strongest? Heh.

"Well then, listen up, the strongest Devil Fruit in the world is the Flame-Flame Fruit. My nickname is Emperor Flame, not Flame Demon," Dick emphasized.

"Now, I won't ramble on anymore, let's get to the main topic, which is also the subject of today's discussion."

The scene shifts, and five extremely classic figures appear before your eyes.

Anyone with even a slight understanding of the world's nobility would instantly recognize their identities.

Celestial Dragons.

"I'm not seeing things, a Celestial Dragon is kneeling?" A commoner rubbed his eyes, unable to believe it.

"Not only did he kneel, but he also cried and got injured," another pirate exclaimed excitedly.

“Andrea Palace, Saint Roswald, Saint Charmack, Saint Purminger, and the others.” In the Chamber of Power, the Five Elders recognized five of their fellow citizens.

"Damn it, hurry up and rescue them, hurry up and rescue them."

"Order Sengoku to obey orders. Where is the Admiral? Move out immediately."

This is the first order.

“That bastard Dick, we have to kill him this time.”

The Warring States period was expressionless.

The moment he saw the Celestial Dragons, he knew the Navy had to be mobilized.

"Let me introduce you. These people are Celestial Dragons, also known as World Nobles, and even as gods. They are born gods."

"But is it really God?"

Dick threw the slave collar on the ground.

"You five, take them up there."

Rozwald was so angry he trembled all over.

"Wear a slave collar? You lowly wretch, trash..."

card wipe.

"Ahhh!" Roswald clutched his hand, which was covered in blood.

With a thud, his blood-stained right hand fell onto his son Charles's face.

Blood. It was still Dad's blood.

“Oh, Father!” Charles exclaimed in panic, so frightened that he wet himself.

"And you?" Dick turned his head.

"No, don't even think about it." Charmark trembled, his voice shaking.

“You despicable wretch, don’t even think about tarnishing the honor of the Celestial Dragons.” Andrea looked at Dick with disdain.

She is over 60 years old and even experienced the Battle of God Valley in her early years.

She wasn't afraid of death at all.

“Hmm,” the Five Elders nodded secretly.

This is the true style of the world's aristocracy.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I'd love to see what you all look like when you're all so unruly."

The pale white flames fell on the five people.

In an instant, extreme pain spread from my soul throughout my entire body.

That is the fire of the soul.

It attacks the soul directly.

“No, no, I’ll wear it.” In less than two seconds, Charlos gave in.

With trembling hands, he placed the slave collar around his neck.

“Charlos, you…” Roswald was unwilling, but looking at his son, he felt the excruciating pain in his soul.

It didn't take 3 seconds.

"No, no, I'll take it."

"I'll bring one too."

Soon, all four of them, except Andrea, were fitted with slave collars.

“Very good, learn to crawl on the ground like you slaves.”

Rozward and others hesitated.

raging.

Charlos shivered.

Thus, to everyone's astonishment, he had been proven from birth to be a world noble of the gods.

They lay prostrate on the ground like their lowest slaves.

"Are they world nobles?"

"So, the Celestial Dragons are human after all."

"They are also afraid of death."

Silently and imperceptibly, the shackles of thought called reverence were quietly broken.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 100: Stripping Away the Celestial Dragons' "Divinity"

100.

Dick once pondered why the Celestial Dragons were able to rule the world so decisively that no one could challenge their rule.

The biggest reason, of course, is strength.

Overwhelming power.

But what happens next?