Reincarnated into the world of One Piece, in a land of giants with open eyes?!

Chapter 141: Demons are born from the people

"Mu's world is not yet complete."

After struggling for a while, Im finally managed to utter a sentence that left Oro completely baffled.

Oro frowned. He was already prepared for war, the gold beneath his feet could transform into spikes or barriers at any moment, and the golden network beneath the square was also activated.

As a result, the other party said this nonsensical thing.

"The world of your dreams hasn't been built yet, so?"

Auro remained vigilant, his eyes fixed on Im's dark red geometric pupils as he spoke, while simultaneously using his Observation Haki to sense the energy flow around him.

The sense of distortion remained, but there seemed to be no sign of it intensifying.

"Mother gives you the opportunity to explain what you have not finished."

"If it doesn't hinder the completion of Mu's world, we can cooperate."

The words uttered by this large, unopened black umbrella mushroom shocked everyone present.

Not to mention Oro, who was wide-eyed with shock, even Saturn, which was being ridden by Im, was now trembling slightly.

The spider-like face clearly wanted to say something, but hesitated for a long time before daring not to speak.

Now it was Oro's turn to be silent. He gritted his teeth and pursed his lips, unsure of what expression to make when facing Im.

Cooperation? This is truly a path that Oro never imagined.

No, is that right?

Before he was reborn, didn't those One Piece fans who claimed to know more about One Piece than Oda say that Im was brainless?

How come you even understand seeking common ground while reserving differences now?

That's definitely not right!

Saturn seemed to finally lose his temper. His mouth opened, and a struggling light flashed in his spider-like compound eyes, but the black substance covering his mouth tightened slightly, silencing him.

The five elders could only glare at Oro, their eyes blazing with fury.

Oro completely ignored Saturn. His entire attention was focused on Im.

The world king's actions were completely beyond his expectations, to the point that he temporarily abandoned his original plans for provocation and testing.

"Put everything else aside for now, I want to know, why?"

Oro spoke slowly, his voice more composed than before: "After being the world's king for 800 years, why have you suddenly approached me about cooperation?"

He took a step forward, his golden shoes clicking clearly on the stone pavement: "Is it because I've been to R'lyeh and seen that demon?"

Oro took another step forward, now less than forty meters from Im: "Or do you think that Narona Im, who has lived for 800 years, is no match for me, a mere Golden Emperor who has only been around for a few years?"

When Oro uttered the name "Nerona Imsael," Saturn's body trembled violently.

The black matter seemed to sense his emotional fluctuations, its flow accelerated, and it enveloped him even more tightly.

Saturn let out a suppressed sob, but couldn't utter a single word.

Auro completely ignored Saturn's reaction.

There's no need to cover it up anymore; what he needs now is information, as much information as possible.

Im's pupils slowed their rotation, and his geometrically patterned eyes locked onto Oro, the feeling of being scanned returning.

"You do not possess the familiar aura of Mu, nor are you of the bloodline of the D clan or the Nerona family. You cannot enter R'lyeh."

Im paused for a second: "And you, indeed, have entered."

Oro waited for what was to come, but Im didn't say anything more.

That's it?

Oro pondered the sentence in his mind several times. To cooperate based on this reason alone? It seemed far-fetched.

"To enter R'lyeh, one only needs the blood and power of the D. clan."

Oro decided to reveal part of the truth. He needed to test Im's reaction and also extract more information from him: "I couldn't get in at first either. It was a descendant of David Jones, Locke D. Gibeck, who brought me in."

He examined Im's face closely, if that dark, blurred mass could still be called a face.

But Im didn't react at all; he just listened quietly.

"Does this mean that simply entering R'lyeh grants one the status of an equal to the World King?"

"When you see the door, the person inside the door will give you permission."

Oro raised an eyebrow: "You mean, when I found that door, the demon inside had already given me permission to go in?"

Oro tried to confirm: "If that guy doesn't agree, I won't even see the door?"

"Because I was approved by that neither-heavenly nor-ghostly thing, so you approve of me too?"

Im did not answer.

Oro cursed inwardly.

Did people have such difficulty speaking 800 years ago?

Why must we communicate in such an ambiguous way?

Are they all riddle solvers?

He took a deep breath and decided to get straight to the core issue.

Since Im has raised the possibility of cooperation, he should at least figure out where the bottom line is for such cooperation.

"In the near future, I will overthrow your world government."

Oro's voice was calm, as if stating a given fact, then he smiled and said, "Heh. So what? Will it get in your way?"

This is a rhetorical question.

Oro was ready for battle. The gold beneath his feet began to tremble slightly, and the surfaces of several buildings at the edge of the square shimmered with a golden luster.

But Im's answer once again surprised him.

"When Mu finishes repairing the world, the order established by our old friends will be irrelevant."

Oro's eyes, which had just been squinting, widened again; he wondered if he had misheard.

"At that time, you can add your own color to Mu's canvas."

Canvas? Adding color?

Oro licked his slightly dry lips.

He needs more specific information and can no longer be led by the nose by such vague statements.

"What kind of world do you want?"

He asked directly: "You said your world is not yet complete, so what will it be like after it is completed?"

"How are you going to finish it?"

Im remained silent for an even longer period.

Black matter flowed around him, and a faint hissing sound emanated from the connection between him and Saturn's body.

Saturn's body twitched, as if it were enduring some kind of pain.

Finally, Im's voice rang out again: "Demons and Devil Fruits both originate from human desires; good desires result in fruits, while evil desires give rise to demons."

Oro's golden pupils contracted slightly; this was a theory he had never heard of before.

"All seawater can be overcome; Mu will expel all demonic power from this world."

The square was silent.

Lingling dropped the cake in her hand to the ground without noticing, and just stared blankly at Im.

Newgate gripped the Murakumo Cutter tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hand.

York's face was tense, and Brooke's knuckles made a faint sound as they rubbed against the hilt of his sword.

Gails and Stussy both gasped simultaneously.

It took Oro five seconds to fully understand the meaning of the sentence.

Then he laughed with relief, a laugh that was a mixture of absurdity and understanding: "You—are you going to flood the whole world?"

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