Chapter 1: The Saint of Marijoa

Year 1498 of the Sea Calendar

Holy Land, Marijoa

"Saint Daemon, your breakfast is ready~"

A soft, melodic voice echoed through the golden chamber. The woman beside the bed had short, curly blond hair, a flawless figure, and eyes that sparkled with adoration—an image straight out of a royal fantasy.

Daemon stirred lazily atop the silk sheets of his bed, carved from the fabled Adam Tree. He barely spared the beauty a glance.

"Hm."

It wasn't disdain—nor was it arrogance. Daemon simply had no time to be enchanted.

The woman was Stussy, a high-ranking CP0 agent, a clone crafted by MADS, future ruler of Happy Street, and destined to betray the very world she served.

She was beautiful, yes. But trust? That was a luxury Daemon couldn't afford.

Yawning, he rose, casually stepping over the fainted bodies of a dozen noble women sprawled across the floor—queens, princesses, and even a former king's mother. None of them were ordinary. None of them were missed.

With Stussy at his side, Daemon made his way to a dining hall more extravagant than most royal thrones.

The table groaned under the weight of rare delicacies—fished from the fiercest waters, plucked from forbidden islands. Countless lives were lost just to serve this morning meal.

Such is the way of the Celestial Dragons.

Gods among men.

The rot at the center of the world.

Daemon, of course, hated them.

In his previous life, he'd dreamed of seeing them all burn. And now? Reincarnated into their very ranks—no, into one of their most privileged thrones—he hated them even more.

"These pigs have no right to such power. That privilege... should belong to me alone."

Stussy and another queen delicately began feeding him, one bite at a time. Their hands were graceful. Their eyes, trained to never meet his gaze unless summoned.

This was no punishment. This was prestige.

Their families would brag, "My daughter serves a Celestial Dragon."

A badge of honor in this twisted world.

Daemon chewed slowly.

"So this is the price of divine status… No wonder no one dares to rise."

Then, just as he took another bite—

[Binding with 'Friendly Mutual Aid Chat Group' detected. Would you like to accept?]

Daemon blinked. The voice wasn't male or female, just... pleasant.

"A system? A chat group?"

The corners of his mouth twitched. He swallowed the bite, wiped his lips, and gestured calmly.

"Leave me. Take the women."

"Yes, Daemon-sama!"

Stussy bowed, and the queens followed. None dared to question his sudden change in mood.

When silence returned, Daemon focused inward. Observation Haki confirmed no spies, no eavesdroppers.

Bind.

[Binding complete!]

A virtual screen appeared in his mind—an interface eerily similar to the chat apps of his past life. Messages were already flooding in:

Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Met both Yukinoshita sisters. Yukino is ice-cold perfection, but her elder sister? Surprisingly sweet."

Uchiha Miyuki: "They're total eye candy! Why'd I have to be stuck in a war-torn ninja hell instead?!"

Esdeath: "@Miyuki Uchiha Still whining? War is the playground of the strong. Be grateful you get to kill."

Uchiha Miyuki: "I just wanna protect cute girls, dammit!"

Yamamoto Mei: "@Miyuki Uchiha In the Naruto world, either you kill or you die. Get over it."

Uchiha Miyuki: "Fiiine. I'll keep slaughtering... but only for love."

Daemon blinked. He hadn't even said hello yet, and this group was already wild.

Girls from different worlds—each powerful in their own right, and each seemingly aware of their fictionality. This wasn't just a chatroom. It was a bridge between universes.

Yamamoto Mei: "@Daemon Saint, you're the new one, right? From One Piece? A Celestial Dragon tied to Imu?"

Uchiha Miyuki: "Wait—'Saint' not 'Saintess'? The newbie's a guy?!"

Sakura Tosaka: "It's actually a Saint... Not a Saintess...?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Wow. Our all-girls group finally got a man."

Esdeath: "Better not be weak. Or boring. Or monogamous."

Daemon couldn't help but smirk.

"So I'm the first male here. A Celestial Dragon with a multiverse chat system… Interesting."

He scanned their names again.

Sakura Tosaka — a mage from Fate.

Utaha Kasumigaoka — a sharp-tongued novelist from Saekano.

Esdeath — war-hungry general from Akame ga Kill.

Uchiha Miyuki — an original Uchiha girl, perverted and powerful.

Yamamoto Mei — likely related to Captain Yamamoto from Bleach, fierce and no-nonsense.

And now...

Daemon Saint — Celestial Dragon,

reincarnator, and the wild card of this strange group.

The system had also given him a private memory file—the full canon of the One Piece timeline. Luffy, the Revolutionaries, Blackbeard, Imu, the final war...

"So this is the endgame..."

Daemon exhaled slowly, the embers of ambition flaring in his chest.

"Very well. I'll rewrite it all."

"This world is mine now. Not the World Government's. Not Luffy's. Not Imu's."

"Mine."

He finally typed his first message:

Daemon Saint:

"Yeah, I'm from One Piece. A Celestial Dragon, no less. Nice to meet you all—feel free to advise me."

A storm was coming.

And this time, God was chatting.