svetikya Chapter 55's announcement sends the world into a frenzy, with Heroic Spirits and Contestants in
Chapter 55's announcement sends the world into a frenzy, with Heroic Spirits and Contestants in
Vimana tore through the clouds and hovered majestically above the headquarters of the World Economic News Agency.
The enormous airship trembled in the shadow of the golden flying boat.
"D-Dilte! And... what is that?!"
The voices of the staff on the watchtower changed, and a shrill alarm blared instantly.
The news agency staff looked in horror at the golden object in the sky that exuded a terrifying aura.
When Diltès, Gilgamesh, and Joan of Arc descended from Vimalakirti, a crowd had already knelt before the gates of the news agency.
The armed guards and ordinary staff members pressed their foreheads to the ground, their bodies trembling violently. Fear choked them, preventing them from even pleading for mercy.
They assumed it was just the extensive media coverage of the "Holy Grail War" that had angered the capricious arbitrator, leading to their utter destruction.
This kneeling posture unexpectedly pleased another king.
"Hmph." Gilgamesh's pupils swept over the prostrate crowd below, a satisfied smile curving his lips.
"It's fortunate that these miscellaneous cultivators still have some self-awareness and know how to maintain the proper demeanor before the king."
His innate aloofness and indifference created a suffocating sense of oppression.
Just then, the heavy door of the news agency was suddenly pushed open.
A large bird dressed in a suit, with disheveled feathers, practically tumbled out.
His face didn't show the pure fear typical of his subordinates; instead, it was mixed with a hint of excitement and an incredible curiosity.
"Lord Dieter! It's been a long time! I'm so sorry for not greeting you properly!" Morgans' voice was a little sharp with excitement.
His gaze lingered briefly on Dilt, then, as if drawn by a magnet, it became fixed on Gilgamesh.
That golden armor, those scarlet eyes, that domineering aura... and the powerful aura lingering on him.
"And who...and who is this distinguished gentleman?" Morgans' voice trembled, the instinctive excitement of a journalist who has sniffed out something interesting.
This must be a Heroic Spirit; this is the first time I've seen one in person.
He recalled known historical texts, myths, legends, and folk tales, but could not find any record that matched the person before him.
No, it's not just him.
The power, deeds, and even the very existence of those summoned "heroic spirits" are shrouded in a thick fog.
Dieter looked at Morgans's eyes and smiled with delight. This was exactly the effect he wanted.
"Morgans, there's no need for formalities with me," Dieter waved his hand, his tone as relaxed as if he were discussing the weather.
But the content of those words was earth-shattering.
"This is the Hero King, Gilgamesh. Not long ago, he massacred the Holy Land."
"What...?!" Morgans felt his heart was about to jump out of his chest!
The Holy Land was attacked, and the Celestial Dragons suffered heavy casualties. The World Government strictly controlled the news, and he managed to obtain only some fragments despite his best efforts.
Now, the instigator, an incomprehensible being, stands before him!
Moreover, Dieter himself confirmed it!
Gilgamesh snorted coldly, which was taken as tacit agreement, and scrutinized the noisy birdman with his gaze.
Dieter didn't give Morgans time to process his shock; a cunning glint flashed in his azure eyes.
"Morgans, I know you're curious—curious about who these heroic spirits with their astonishing power are, and where they come from?"
Morgans nodded frantically, his beak slightly agape with excitement.
Dieter's smile widened, carrying a sense of assertive confidence.
"They are not of this world! They come from a distant otherworld, the pinnacle heroes of their respective eras and legends, miracles who answered the Holy Grail's call and crossed world barriers to descend upon this place!"
boom--!
Morgans felt his worldview shattered by those words! Another world! Heroic spirits! Crossing world barriers!
Every word is enough to overturn common sense about the ocean.
He found the reason why he couldn't find any records—they simply didn't belong to the history of this world!
"And this hero-king," Dilt pointed to Gilgamesh.
"He was one of the oldest and most revered kings among them! His bloodbath of the holy land was merely a casual brush away of an eyesore. Such a great feat is desperately concealed by those 'gods' hiding on the Red Earth Continent, attempting to bury their heads in the sand. It's truly... utterly laughable!"
Gilgamesh let out a contemptuous sneer, his crimson pupils flashing with cold light, clearly showing his extreme dissatisfaction with the government's actions.
Dieter revealed his true intentions: "So, Morgans, I'm giving you a chance. A chance to let the world hear the truth, to let the glory of the Hero King shine in every corner!"
"Now, immediately turn on your world live stream! I want the whole world to hear the voice of arbitration!"
Morgans hesitated almost without the slightest hesitation.
The truth? The great deeds of the King of Heroes? That in itself is the biggest news! Not to mention the headline "Otherworldly Heroic Spirits," which is enough to drive the world crazy.
He yelled hoarsely behind him, "Hurry! Top priority! Live broadcast worldwide! All channels!"
The entire news agency roared into action.
The enormous signal tower shone with a blinding light, and radio waves pierced through the atmosphere, connecting the screens of countless Den Den Mushi (snail telephone mushi) scattered across the sea.
When the screen symbolizing "World Economic News Agency - Emergency Global Broadcast" lights up.
People on countless islands, towns, and ships stopped what they were doing and stared at the screen in astonishment.
On the screen, the first thing that catches the eye is Dilt, and beside him is the golden figure that exudes a suffocating sense of oppression—Gilgamesh.
Joan of Arc stood quietly to the side and behind Dieter, holding the holy banner, her brows slightly furrowed, clearly not entirely in agreement with the scene.
"Everyone on the high seas," came Dilt's voice, carrying a kingly aura.
"I am Dilt."
Crackle! ...
Countless cups fell to the ground and shattered, and countless faces were too horrified to recover.
After a brief period of calm, a deafening roar echoed across the entire sea.
"Yes! Yes! Arbitrator Dilt!!!! The initiator and arbitrator of the Holy Grail War!!!!!"
Sengoku and the two admirals at the Marine Headquarters had serious expressions, while the Five Elders of the Holy Land gritted their teeth.
Whitebeard listened to the Den Den Mushi (snail phone) without any visuals and chuckled as expected. That guy's at it again…
The older woman ate her cake while watching the blond figure.
"Wow! You're still as dashing as you were when you were young."
Kaido emerged from the Marine branch he had just destroyed and pressed his spiked club against a colonel's face.
"Tell me, kid. Where is Jack locked up? I've been to Impel Down, there's no one there."
He was visibly taken aback when he heard Dilt's voice.
"You bastard, causing trouble again?"
Dieter seemed to sense the world's response to him and began explaining on his own.
"As you all have probably already sensed, this ocean is changing because of the arrival of some powerful beings."
He turned slightly to the side, making Gilgamesh's proud figure even clearer to everyone.
"Allow me to introduce to the world—the Hero King, Gilgamesh! An ancient king from another world! He has just cleansed the Holy Land of Mary Geoise. With his supreme power, he has washed away the filth beneath that false divine throne!"
The scene cuts in at opportune moments with some blurry but impactful clips: the silhouettes of burning Mary Geoise buildings, the terrified silhouettes of Celestial Dragons, and countless terrifying golden rays piercing the heavens and the earth!
Despite the World Government's best efforts to block them, these clips provided by Dilt's "World Watch" are enough to ignite everyone's imagination.
The world was in uproar!
The holy site has been attacked, and the attacker has brazenly appeared on the live stream—and he's even... a king from another world?!
"Saint Huai!" Dilt's voice suddenly rose, like a thunderclap.
"I'm sure everyone is very interested, so I'll take this opportunity to explain in detail. The fourteen Masters chosen by the Holy Grail, and the fourteen Servants! They will be divided into red and black teams for the battle. This is the rule for this time, but it will be different in the future."
"Of course, there's something even more important: most of the Heroic Spirits come from other worlds, and their stories are legendary there! They possess immense power."
He paused deliberately, letting the keyword "otherworldly heroic spirit" explode like a bomb around the world.
Then, Dieter's voice took on a playful and provocative tone.
"Now, I will announce the names of the fourteen Masters who have been favored by the Holy Grail in this war!"
"The seven members of the Red Team: Monkey D. Luffy! Portgas D. Ace! Chief of Staff of the Revolutionary Army Sabo! The world's greatest swordsman, Dracule Mihawk! Shanks! Nefertari Vivi, the princess of Alabasta! And Jewelry Bonney, daughter of Bartholomew Kuma!"
Each name elicited a gasp! Luffy, who summoned Roger; Ace and Sabo, representing Whitebeard and the Revolutionary Army.
There are even top-tier powerhouses like Hawkeye and Red Hair involved? And Princess Vivi, a member of the royal family.
The last one is Bonnie, the daughter of Tyrant Bear?!
"The Black Team Seven: Marine Admiral 'Akainu' Sakazuki! Shichibukai 'Crocodile' Crocodile! Shichibukai 'Donquixote Doflamingo'! CP9's strongest fighter, 'Killing Weapon' Rob Lucci! Blackbeard Marshall D. Teach! Marine 'East Blue White Hunter' Smoker! And... Celestial Dragon, Figarand Shamrock!"
This list caused an uproar! Admiral Akainu?!
The infamous Shichibukai Crocodile and Doflamingo?! The killing machine Lucci?!
Blackbeard, who betrayed Whitebeard?! Smoker, the White Hunter?! And even... a Celestial Dragon himself has intervened?!
The whole world was in an uproar!
This lineup includes pirates, revolutionaries, marines, royalty, World Government agents, and even descendants of the creator!
It was an extravagant feast that included all the world's top powers and dangerous elements!
At this moment of information overload and extreme emotional turmoil, Dilt smiled a devilish smile and dropped the final, most lethal bomb.
"The Holy Grail chose them... but!" His voice carried a seductive magic.
"The will of the Holy Grail is not absolute! I, as the arbitrator, hereby declare—if anyone harbors resentment, if anyone believes themselves qualified to replace any of the Masters, coveting the power of that omnipotent wish-granting machine…"
He opened his arms as if inviting the whole world to join the celebration.
"Then go and prove it! Use every means at your disposal to find them, and then... snatch from them the qualification to participate in the Holy Grail War! The victor will inherit their Master position and the Heroic Spirit contract!"
"Qualifications are not immutable! Power and ambition are the true tickets to the Holy Grail."
"The rules of the sea are written by the strong! Now, the stage is set, the actors are in place, and the new characters... are ready to take the stage at any moment!"
"Go and fight! Go and slaughter! Go and stir up this water even more! Let me see just how many delightful 'surprises' are hidden on this vast ocean!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the live broadcast signal was cut off.
Only a deathly silence remained.
Then, in an instant, a mad world of countless noises, roars, ecstasy, fear, and ambitions erupted.
Gilgamesh looked at Dilt, his crimson eyes filled with the joy and admiration of finding a playmate.
"Hahaha! Not bad, Dilt! This feast of chaos and greed is exactly the kind of afterglow I've been waiting for!"
Joan of Arc closed her eyes and let out a barely audible sigh.
With a casual gesture, the Master pushed the entire world into an even more unpredictable abyss.
The right to plunder... This means that the hunting and betrayal of those fourteen Masters and their Heroic Spirits will spread like a plague.
Morgans, on the other hand, went completely into a frenzy, his feathers standing on end, gesturing wildly in the control room.
"Otherworldly Heroic Spirits! List of Fourteen Masters! Declaration of Qualification Plunder! Big News! Big News of the Century!"
"Quick! Release all the news birds we've stockpiled! Front page! Special edition! I want this news to spread to every corner of the ocean within 24 hours! Let the world set ablaze! Hahaha!"
Morgans finally calmed down a little from his frenzy. He was panting heavily, and his eyes were frighteningly bright.
He moved closer to Dilt and Gilgamesh, his voice sharp with excitement.
"Lord Dilt! Your Majesty the Hero King! This report... this report will surely be recorded in history!"
"But... could you reveal just a little more? Those otherworldly heroes... their true legends? Like Your Majesty, the Hero King..."
He looked at Gilgamesh with a thirst for knowledge.
Gilgamesh glanced down at him as if he were a noisy flying insect.
"Birdman, how dare you so easily pry into my epic tales?"
But the curve of his lips showed that he did not completely reject this kind of "celebration".
Dieter patted Morgans on the shoulder, startling Morgans.
Dieter chuckled, "Don't rush, President Morgans. I'll give you some 'exclusive scoops' about the Hero King's deeds, and... the legends of other Heroic Spirits, when the time is right."
"Now, let's report on this fireworks display that we ourselves lit! Let's make this flame burn even brighter!"
Countless news birds, like a black tide, carrying newspapers with sensational headlines and partial live footage, screeched as they soared into the blue sky.
The Bloodbath of the Holy Land Descends! Gilgamesh, the King of Another World, the "Hero King"!
The Holy Grail War Revealed! The Identities of the Fourteen Masters Exposed!
Arbitration Declaration: Qualifications Can Be Forcibly Seized! The Winner Inherits Everything!
Papers fell like snowflakes across the world, each title dropping a nuclear bomb on a turbulent sea.
The prelude to the collapse of order has already begun. A new era ignited by "Heroic Spirits" and "plunder" has been launched with a bang, as Dilt and Gilgamesh exchanged knowing smiles.
The sea has completely boiled!