Chapter 2: The world was built for men like me.

Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Finally spoken, newcomer-kun!"

Uchiha Miyuki: "Isn't it normal to talk if you're, you know, alive?"

Yamamoto Mei: "That's right. If you're killed... you die~"

Sakura Tosaka: "...I don't know why, but that line always feels cursed."

Uchiha Miyuki: "Diavolo: 'If you die, you die.' Iconic. Now that's peak writing."

Esdeath: "Boring. I just want to know what kind of world the newcomer's in. Hopefully not a snoozefest like Utaha's."

Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Says the war-hungry iceberg. My world may be calm, but at least it doesn't smell like blood and corpses."

Yamamoto Mei: "...Shut up, all of you."

Even though she whispered, Yamamoto Mei's voice carried weight. A commander's presence—even through text.

After silencing the chaos, she addressed Daemon directly.

Yamamoto Mei: "Daemon-kun... I can call you that, right?"

Daemon raised a brow as he lounged on a velvet chaise in his palace chamber. Outside the Holy Land, dragons and nobles stirred. Inside, all was silent.

He replied with a single word.

"Yes."

Ordinary people in One Piece would never dare speak to a Celestial Dragon like this—not even admirals. But this was different. This girl was no mere mortal.

Daemon had seen her aura. The pressure behind her words. A soul steeped in battle.

A top-tier force from Bleach—possibly the granddaughter of Yamamoto Genryūsai himself. Her title and bloodline were, in their own way, equal to his.

He could allow her that honor.

Yamamoto Mei: "So, you've reincarnated into the One Piece world?"

Daemon: "Yes."

Yamamoto Mei: "Then... don't tell me..."

Daemon: "You guessed it. I was reborn as a Celestial Dragon."

He didn't sugarcoat it. He didn't apologize.

He was what he was.

For a moment, the chat stilled. Then—

Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Wait. The Celestial Dragons? Those pigs in human skin?"

Sakura Tosaka: "The descendants of the Creator... who enslaved the world for 800 years... That's terrifying!"

Esdeath: "Mmm~ A world drowning in chaos and tyranny? Delicious. I'm going there the second group traversal unlocks."

Uchiha Miyuki: "You're insane. Go touch grass."

Uchiha Miyuki: "Wait—Daemon's a reincarnator. He's not like the canon scum, right? Right?"

Yamamoto Mei: "Exactly. Let's not judge him by the robes he wears."

Yamamoto Mei: "Even among garbage, there are exceptions—like Imu, the Five Elders, and Doflamingo's parents. Not all Celestial Dragons are monsters."

Sakura Tosaka: "I... I'm sorry, Daemon-san. I spoke too harshly."

Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Honestly, if you're a decent one, maybe the One Piece world has a chance."

Yamamoto Mei: "A reincarnator always shakes the system. Your presence changes everything."

Esdeath: "Tch. This pity-party is boring. The strong rule. The weak submit. That's life."

Uchiha Miyuki: "Anyway... @Daemon Saint... is the Pirate Empress your slave now? Asking for a friend~"

Yamamoto Mei: "...I give up."

Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Ara~ Be grateful it wasn't her who got reincarnated into your spot, Daemon."

Sakura Tosaka: "...Yeah. Miyuki-senpai would've burned the world by now."

Meanwhile, in the Holy Land, Daemon leaned back and chuckled quietly. The reactions were more interesting than he'd expected.

He scrolled through the chat, watching each comment unfold.

The world knew the Celestial Dragons as monsters. Even across dimensions, their infamy had spread. And rightfully so.

Daemon knew the truth—they were monsters.

Bloated, entitled pigs with no ambition, no beauty, no power—just lineage and luxury. Villains without vision.

But he wasn't like them.

He wasn't burdened by their failures.

He thrived in their luxury.

The slave queens, the mountains of treasure, the reverent stares—he took it all in with open arms.

"The world was built for men like me."

Lying to the group would only backfire. Eventually, the truth would out. And when it did? A false mask would break harder than steel.

No, Daemon would show them exactly who he was.

Esdeath: "If the Celestial Dragons fall someday, it'll be because they grew weak. That's how empires die."

Kasumigaoka Utaha: "She's brutal, but she's not wrong. History's painted in blood."

Yamamoto Mei: "Think about it. Capitalists and warlords in our worlds sucked the poor dry too. They wore suits instead of crowns."

Yamamoto Mei: "Even the Gotei 13 are the privileged elite of the Soul Society. Who are we to cast stones?"

Uchiha Miyuki: "...Yeah, this got too real. I'm going back to simping."

Sakura Tosaka: "Sakura is six... I don't even know what taxes are... but I think my family might be bad people too?"

Esdeath: "Heh. So in the end, none of you reject the Celestial Dragon at all, do you?"

Daemon watched their confessions unfold, amused.

None of them were saints. None had clean hands.

Esdeath bathed in blood.

Sakura came from magi nobility that saw humans as tools.

Miyuki belonged to a clan built on pride and rebellion.

Mei sat at the pinnacle of the Bleach universe.

Even Utaha, the only "normal" one, wielded words like blades.

He wasn't surprised.

"I thought I'd be judged. But this... this is acceptance. Tch—fools, the lot of you."

And yet, strangely... it felt almost warm.

With a sly smile, he reached for a Den Den Mushi and uploaded a series of photos into the chat.

Daemon Saint: "Pictures. Enjoy."

The images spoke volumes.

A palace of gold and glass, meals crafted from endangered beasts, and women—princesses, queens, empresses—all kneeling in devotion.

Daemon, draped in silk, stood at the center of it all, eyes half-lidded with indulgent calm.

He didn't explain. He didn't justify.

He simply showed.

Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Tch... still online? I thought you'd vanished into debauchery."

Yamamoto Mei: "These pictures..."

Uchiha Miyuki: "So jealous it hurts! I hereby kneel! Your Highness Daemon, please spare my humble soul—and share some girls!"

Esdeath: "Heh~ I like you more and more."

Sakura Tosaka: "A little scary... but Daemon-oniisan is really handsome. He's not like those ugly nobles from Miyuki's descriptions."

Kasumigaoka Utaha: "A calm man, drowning in luxury, unflinching in the face of indulgence... Hmph. Dangerous."

Yamamoto Mei: "I understand you now, Daemon."

Yamamoto Mei: "Your role may not be kind, but we're not strangers. We're fellow group members now."

Yamamoto Mei: "Speaking of which... have you received your system reward yet?"

Daemon paused.

Daemon: "System reward? Isn't the chat group it?"

Yamamoto Mei: "Haha! Rookie mistake. Check this."

She uploaded a screenshot—[Welcome Bonus: New Member Gift]

A glowing treasure box sat in the virtual interface.

Yamamoto Mei: "Uchiha Miyuki got the [Perfect Goddess Training System]. She's probably already breeding herself into the waifu of destiny."

Daemon's lips curled.

"Interesting. So the real fun hasn't even started yet."