Kill Im!

Remnant Fire Taidao: Ten Trillion Souls Engulfed in Flames

A scorched black skeleton broke through the ground, crawling out slowly.

In the blink of an eye, under the glow of endless flames burning across Mariejois, a horrifying and dreadful scene unfolded—true hell had descended.

Hundreds of thousands of charred skeletons continued to rise, the ashes of those slain by Ryūjin Jakka.

At this moment, awakened by the intense heat of the Remnant Fire Taidao, they returned to the Grand Line.

As the blazing inferno illuminated their charred forms, glimpses of their former selves were revealed. The entire world trembled in shock.

"...That's the Marine Admiral, Akainu?!"

"…And Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel!"

"There's even Kong—the former Commander-in-Chief of the World Government Army!!!"

"No way… This has to be a lie!"

Across the world, people watching the projection of Mariejois gasped in horror. The scene before them was nothing short of the apocalypse.

Then, amidst the army of scorched skeletons, a towering, two-horned figure emerged—its oppressive aura unmistakable.

The pirates in the New World broke into a cold sweat, their lips trembling.

"Wait… wait…!"

"Is that 'Four Emperors' Kaido?!"

As more enormous, charred figures surfaced, realization struck like a hammer.

"No… It can't be wrong!"

Kaido, the Emperor of the Beasts, had vanished without a trace after setting out on his journey through the Grand Line.

Now, standing atop Mariejois, a massive, scorched-black skeleton with two horns bore an eerie resemblance to him.

Boom!

The realization sent shockwaves through the watching world.

"He—he died at the hands of that man?!"

The world fell into a dead silence.

Only the raging inferno remained, consuming everything in its path. The Red Line was engulfed in a sea of fire and ash, swarming with an army of the damned.

"It's over, Im."

Standing at the heart of this infernal battlefield, Bai Ye's gaze was cold and merciless.

The scorched skeletons began to move.

Im, still in his crazed state, suddenly felt a violent tremor in his heart.

For what he saw was far beyond the nightmare the world witnessed.

Mariejois was shrouded in darkness and blood-red flames.

And amidst the legions of blackened skeletons were not just the fallen admirals—Akainu, Flying Squirrel, Kong—but also the Five Elders, his once-loyal servants, and the very army that had protected the World Government.

The sight shook Im to his core.

A wild madness flickered in his crimson eyes, but beneath it was something far worse—fear.

"You… you dare turn against your god?!" Im roared.

"I am a god! The ruler of this world! You mere inferior creatures—!"

The veins on his forehead bulged in rage.

But then, he recalled how Bai Ye had effortlessly annihilated the "death torrent" composed of all the undead before.

His gritted teeth clenched harder.

His left hand tightened its grip, commanding his remaining puppets—Rocks, Roger, Golden Lion.

"Attack!"

"They're just abandoned wretches defeated in war! No matter how many there are, destroy them all!"

The battle resumed.

Yet, the difference between the undead Im created through the Fruit of Death and the resurrected warriors of the Remnant Fire Taidao was immeasurable.

Even though Rocks and the others had been legendary figures at the pinnacle of past eras, the awakened souls in the inferno—Akainu, Kaido, the Five Elders—were no less formidable.

More importantly, the army of charred skeletons never ceased to rise.

At first, the puppets held their ground using their Devil Fruit powers.

But soon, the endless tide of resurrected warriors overwhelmed them.

One by one, Im's puppets were torn apart.

The first crumbled into ashes.

The second, a phantom beast in the form of a white tiger, was completely submerged in the horde.

Then the third… the fourth… the fifth…

The once-mighty warriors, now mere puppets, were annihilated by the relentless march of the dead.

Only Rocks, Roger, and Golden Lion managed to endure.

But even they were being held back, unable to assist Im.

And then—

Amidst the inferno, a man approached.

Bai Ye stepped forward, unhindered.

His fire blade burned bright.

His eyes were cold.

He walked towards Im.

Panic.

Pure, unfiltered terror gripped Im's heart.

Every step Bai Ye took was like a heavy weight crushing down on his soul.

'I… I can't win…'

'No matter what I do, I can't win!'

His body shook.

Desperate, Im activated his Spatial Fruit ability, preparing to escape.

A god did not flee.

But Im was no longer thinking as a god.

He only wanted to get as far away from Bai Ye as possible.

However—

"I've seen your space ability before."

Bai Ye's voice was calm.

"So… it won't work on me."

Before Im could vanish, two Kidō seals appeared on his hands.

His body froze.

Im struggled to move, but his ability was locked.

His space manipulation was still active—but he could not move.

Realization struck like lightning.

His face twisted in horror.

The burning air seared his skin.

For the first time, he felt death.

And the Kidō aura glowing on his arms…

Was a sealing technique.

Bai Ye had prepared for this moment long ago.

The battlefield was in chaos.

Im's puppets were all but destroyed.

The army of scorched skeletons pressed forward relentlessly.

And now—Bai Ye stood before him.

The fire blade rose.

"No… No! Wait, wait!"

"I am a god! I am a god! What do you want?! Power? Status? Wealth?! I can give you anything—just spare me!!!"

In the face of true death, Im's godly facade crumbled.

He begged.

He pleaded.

But Bai Ye's answer—

Was silence.

The Remnant Fire Taidao fell.

And in absolute terror, Im burned to nothingness.