Time flew by.

  In the blink of ahree days had passed.

  Totto Land Kingdom

  In front of the grand pa Cake Isnd, a wide, picturesque square stretched out. At its peak stood a t, majestic ptform.

  Two enormous visual Den Den Mushi were positioned promily, broadcasting the event live to the entire world.

  The square acked, a dense crowd of tless citizens filling the spabsp;

  With the Totto Land Kingdom now officially established—tered on Cake Isnd and enpassing 34 surrounding isnds brought us rule through the ret campaigns of the Fallen Angel Pirates—this was the day the kingdom would formally annous founding.

  Ranks of ly anized Homies soldiers stood in formation, maintaining order throughout the event.

  Additionally, on every isnd uotto Land's rule, rge proje Den Den Mushi had bee up to broadcast the event live to all the kingdom’s citizens.

  "Is this for real?"

  "A pirate, founding a kingdom?"

  "Unbelievable! This is unpreted!"

  "The Fallen Angel Pirates are truly ambitious…"

  "They’re putting on such a grand spectacle. El is incredibly bold!"

  "They’ve destroyed naval fortresses and even attacked the World here’s no way the Wover will let them off the hook!"

  "Hah! Just give it ten days or so, and the Navy will crush them."

  Across the world, from the Grand Lio the Four Blues, nations and towns of all sizes received the broadcast signal from Totto Land Kingdom.

  In more developed areas, such as the Sabaody Archipego, St. Popr, Water 7, and Abasta, rge proje Den Den Mushi were set up, drawing crowds of curious citizens eager to watch the live broadcast.

  Even in less developed isnds and vilges, people gathered around radio Den Den Mushi to tune in to the audio transmission.

  The world’s attention was fixated.

  "He’s amazing—!"

  "El-onii!!!"

  "El-sama!!!"

  Standing at a t ers tall, his broad shoulders adorned with a gold-trimmed white military uniform, El exuded elegand authority.

  With wings spread behind him and a bzing halo of fire ing his head, his presence was mesmerizing. His tall, anding figure and strikingly handsome features radiated a natural charisma, effortlessly anding resped admiration.

  Linlin, Sally, Nef, Baka, Stussy, Lillian, Gerd, and the other women gazed at him with shining eyes, their expressions filled with unwavering adoration.

  Some even found their hearts rag, their eyes gleaming with infatuation aion.

  "That guy… How he be so handsome?"

  Even Tsuru, posed as she usually was, found herself momentarily dazed. After a long pause, her cheeks flushed as she snapped out of her tranbsp;

  Meanwhile, Rock, Jien, Moss, Barry, and Uthan were equally overwhelmed. Their faces flushed with excitement and pride as they looked up at El, the embodiment of their dreams and aspirations.

  This was the moment they had waited eight years for—the realization of their grand vision was finally beginning.

  "Wow—"

  "El-sama!!!"

  "So handsome! Unbelievably handsome!"

  "Is that really the Fallen Angel El?"

  "The world’s most notorious criminal… So young, though!"

  "I ’t breathe! This is too much!"

  "I want to marry you, El-sama!!"

  "He’s the priny dreams!"

  "No, El-sama isn’t just a prince—he’s a real angel!!!"

  Throughout Totto Land, in the square and on every isnd watg the broadcast, the rea was unanimous: awe, admiration, and untrolble excitement.

  The world was witnessing the rise of somethiraordinary.

  ...

  As El strode unhurriedly toward the high ptform, tless onlookers—whether watg the broadcast via Den Den Mushi or standing in the live audience—were awestrubsp;

  Was this the man who had retly caused an unending series of sensatios, earning the title of the world’s most heinous criminal and a 3 billion berry bounty from the Wover?

  So tall, so young, so handsome…

  Especially among the young women in the audiehere were hearts aflutter and tless gasps of admiration. Some were so overwhelmed they fainted on the spot.

  “I’m sure many of you already know me,” El began, his voice calm and steady as he addressed the crowd.

  “I am Kukulkan El, leader of the Fallen Angel Pirates…”

  Resolute and fident, he gazed down at the tens of thousands gathered in the square below. With an amplifying Den Den Mushi in hand, his voice rang out with forceful bsp;

  “Across the seas, many believe that the Fallen Angel Pirates are nothing but merciless criminals—pilging, destroying, and bringing chaos wherever we go. They think we produothing and leave only ruin in our wake.

  But to date, aside from the Wover and the Navy—who hypocritically wave the banner of so-called justice while serving as the Gover’s ckeys—we have never harmed i civilians.”

  “Moreover, the Fallen Angel Pirates, through the Hell Trade pany under our trol, have introduced vast quantities of affordable grain and medie to markets. By sshing exorbitant prices in half, we have saved tless lives. We’ve fed the starving and ensured no one o go to bed hungry anymore.”

  El paused briefly, letting his words sink in before tinuing.

  “Some of you may wonder: why are we targeting the Wover?”

  Looking over the varied expressions in the crowd, El’s gaze remained calm and unwavering.

  “Over 700 years ago, twenty ambitious kings uo form the Wover, usurping trol of the world. They shamelessly decred themselves the ‘Creators,’ adopting the title of ‘Celestial Dragons,’ and elevating themselves above all others. To maintain their imagined superiority, they ensved and oppressed other races without restraint.”

  “For turies, they have brutalized not just humans, but also the Fish-men, Merfolk, Mink Tribe, Longarm Tribe, Loribe, Snakeribe, Giants, and Dwarves—among other intelligent races. To these so-called Celestial Dragons, anyone who isn’t one of them isn’t even human. They see all other races as nothing but sves, fit only to be trampled upon.”

  “The Wover may have publicly outwed the sve trade, but behind closed doors, they igheir own ws. The Celestial Dragons themselves are the rgest patrons of the sve trade. To this day, atop the Red Line in Mariejois, there are hundreds of thousands—possibly millions—of sves from every er of the world. Daily, these sves are tortured and killed in grotesque acts of cruelty, with tless others branded with the so-called ‘Hoof of the Celestial Dragon’ aeo a life of hellish servitude.”

  “Rare and unique races, such as the Lunarians, Bueers, and Three-Eye Tribe, have been especially targeted, driven to near extin by the Wover’s use of forder the guise of justice.”

  “For turies, they’ve issued bounties, ducted hunts, aed relentless persecution. They do this because they’re afraid—terrified of our strength and of what would happen if we uhey fear the day when their oppressive reign is overthrown.”

  The crowd erupted into gasps of astonishment. Across the world, people listening and watg were left speechless, their ears ringing and jaws sck with shobsp;

  No one had expected El to be so direct, openly and unreservedly ning the Wover and the Celestial Dragons.

  For turies, the Wover had maintained an iron grip on the seas, crafting an image of themselves as untouchable, godlike rulers. Yet here was El, brazenly challenging them, denoung their lies and tyranny in a worldwide broadcast.

  The audacity of such a procmatio many trembling, their foreheads beading with cold sweat.

  There was no doubt—this speech would incite a massive storm across the Grand Line and the world. The Wover would retaliate swiftly and mercilessly, seeking to annihite the Fallen Angel Pirates before they could solidify their kingdom.

  “But let me tell you this…”

  With unwavering vi, El raised his fist high into the air, his voice ringing out louder and more resolute:

  “I, Kukulkan El, desdant of the Lunarians, staoday to deliver a clear message to the cowardly and corrupt thieves who have usurped the world’s power—those rotting at the top of a decayed system. What they fear most has already begun. We have united.”

  “The days when these so-called Celestial Dragons could oppress and abuse other races as they pleased are over. Their era of unchecked tyranny is over!”

  The decratiohe Totto Land Kingdom in stunned silenbsp;

  Across the globe, tless viewers gaped at their ss or proje feeds. Their shock alpable, mingled with awe as they stared at the imposing figure standing atop the ptform—a man who had the audacity to challehe very foundation of the world’s ruling system.

  Bleam