One Piece: Scientist Simulator

The Onset of War

"Oh, Edie, do we start now?"

Kaido, with his massive frame and thunderous presence, slung his kanabo over his shoulder and walked to Edie's side. His piercing gaze joined Edie's, fixed on the colossal expanse of the Red Line, 100,000 meters below.

Around them, the deck of the Pluton was alive with anticipation. The assembly of forces was staggering—a nightmare coalition forged for destruction. The entirety of the Beast Pirates, including over 500 artificial Zoan Devil Fruit users, stood ready. The Big Mom Pirates, led by Charlotte Linlin herself, loomed nearby, accompanied by her formidable Four Sweet Generals and a host of warriors from Beehive Island.

"Ma-ma-ma-ma!" Big Mom's distinctive laughter echoed across the deck as she stepped forward. Her rejuvenated form, slender and seemingly in her twenties, glowed with vitality. One hand rested on her hip as she struck a confident pose, her eyes glinting with mischief.

"This final battle is exhilarating," she purred, casting a haughty glance at her clone. "Hmph, little b**ch, I've regained my youth now! Let's see you match me!"

The target of her provocation, Haizhu, merely curled her lips, dismissing Big Mom with an icy glare. "Youth on the outside," she muttered disdainfully, "but still an old hag inside. Bonney's powers can't reverse your dwindling lifespan."

Elsewhere, Hancock and Yamato approached Edie, their resolve shining in their eyes.

"Mr. Edie," Hancock began, her voice firm, "I'll do my part. This war demands no less."

Yamato nodded fervently. "I won't miss a fight like this. It's the opportunity of a lifetime!"

Edie regarded them both thoughtfully before responding. "The first wave of attacks isn't for you. Stay ready—we'll need you soon enough." Though his tone was calm, there was no mistaking his trust in their abilities.

Preparations for Devastation

Near the ship's edge, Momousagi lowered her telescope, her voice urgent. "Edie, the border dome has been activated. It's in place now."

Kaido snorted, his disdain palpable. "A turtle shell. Pluton can crack it wide open with one shot."

For this war, Pluton's immense cannons had been loaded with over 20,000 barrels of cola. The ship's destructive capability had been proven before—its test shot had obliterated Winner's Island. It could fire that same devastating blast six more times.

Edie turned, his voice cutting through the air. "Remember, everything down there will belong to me. If it's destroyed, I'll have to rebuild it later. For now, the objective is simple: eliminate every combatant representing the Celestial Dragons, including the Five Elders, the nine God Knights, and every last one of their sycophants!"

A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he added, "You've all reviewed the surveillance footage and know their capabilities. Let's begin."

With that, Edie stepped forward, leaping from the deck of Pluton. As he fell, his form shimmered and became transparent, vanishing entirely within moments.

The First Wave

"Shirolololo!" Caesar Clown's eerie laugh broke the tense silence as he strode to where Edie had stood moments before. "Mr. Kaido, let my 'good boy' lead the charge!"

From his pocket, Caesar withdrew a small control device and pressed a red button. A metallic click sounded as a massive iron cage on the deck swung open.

The creature inside, an amorphous, gelatinous mass, began to writhe. The slime oozed out, its unsettling form pulsating as it moved. Caesar grinned with twisted pride. "Go, Slime! Show them your might!"

But the slime turned abruptly toward Caesar, a fissure splitting its body to reveal a gaping, bloody maw. It lunged at him with terrifying speed.

"Wait, no! I'm your master!" Caesar screeched, scrambling away.

Queen shook his head, unimpressed. "Your inventions are always a disaster." With a heavy sigh, he leapt forward, transforming mid-air into his massive Brachiosaurus form. Wrapping his thick tail around the slime, he flung the creature off the ship with a thunderous roar.

The slime plummeted toward the Holy Land like a meteor, its body igniting as it tore through the atmosphere. Flames licked its gelatinous surface, painting a streak of fire across the sky.

"Think it'll burn up before it lands?" Katakuri asked, his tone serious but laced with sarcasm.

Hancock's eyes remained on the Holy Land. Her voice was commanding. "Earthly Branches, dismantle the border dome!"

"Yes!" came the unified reply.

Eight powerful figures—clones of fearsome warriors, each representing an Powerful Warrior—stepped forward in unison. One by one, they leapt from the deck, their forms disappearing into the clouds as they descended toward the target.

The first wave of chaos had been unleashed. As the slime and Earthly Branches streaked toward the Holy Land, the forces aboard Pluton watched in silence, the weight of the impending battle pressing down on them.

Kaido grinned wickedly, his grip tightening on his kanabo. "Let's see if these so-called gods can survive the wrath of the true monsters."

Charlotte Linlin let out another chilling laugh. "Ma-ma-ma-ma! If they can't, their thrones will be mine!"

And in the sky above Mariejois, the storm clouds thickened, as if nature itself braced for the clash of titans.

The Flawless Domain of the Five Elders

Inside the pristine and eerily serene halls of Pangaea Castle, the Five Elders gathered in their private domain. The air was heavy with authority, untainted by even a speck of imperfection. A soldier entered and bowed deeply before addressing them.

"Master Five Elders, the kings of all the nations have arrived."

Saint Saturn, expressionless as ever, nodded. "Then let us begin." He rose from the plush sofa, gripping his cane. The other four followed, their movements deliberate and dignified.

As they exited the power room and made their way toward the Great Hall, their low voices filled the corridor.

"The border dome has been activated. No one will leave Mariejois without permission."

"Shall we kill them all?"

"It's unnecessary. Kill half and enslave the rest," another replied coldly.

A third Elder added, "Edie may make an appearance. Since Vegapunk's escape, it's possible he has allied with the Hive."

"Hmph," Saint Saturn snorted. "Vegapunk is irrelevant. After this is resolved, he will be dealt with like all traitors."

The massive double doors of the Great Hall came into view. As soldiers opened them, the cacophony of voices from the gathered monarchs spilled into the corridor.

The Great Hall

The kings of the world turned as the Five Elders entered, and a sudden silence fell over the vast hall. For many of these rulers, this was their first time laying eyes on the Elders, the enigmatic figures who wielded absolute power over the World Government.

Whispers broke the quiet.

"What could be so urgent to call us here now?"

"A month ago, didn't Dr. Edie's broadcast claim the Five Elders were monsters? Could it be true?"

"They look human to me…"

At the edges of the hall, three unusual "kings" sat apart from the rest.

"Fufufufu... appearances can be deceiving," Doflamingo drawled, his legs propped arrogantly on the table as he leaned back, hands clasped behind his head. His piercing grin betrayed his amusement. "What do you think, Crocodile?"

Crocodile, seated to Doflamingo's right, puffed on a cigar, exuding an air of annoyance and disinterest. Though not a king by title, he had claimed the Drum Kingdom just weeks ago, deposing the hapless Wapol with ruthless efficiency. Now the former prince served him as a senior agent in Baroque Works.

"I'm just here to witness history," Crocodile replied, his tone flat yet sharp.

Doflamingo chuckled. "History, eh? Just like 14 years ago, when you and I watched the Pirate King's execution in Loguetown? Roger's last words birthed the Great Pirate Era. What will today's chaos bring? Who will die? And what new age will rise from the ashes?"

Crocodile's sharp eyes flicked toward the Five Elders, now approaching the podium. Despite their human façades, he harbored no illusions—they were monsters in every sense.

Doflamingo's gaze shifted to the man seated to his left, a towering figure who had yet to speak. Holding a Bible, Bartholomew Kuma read silently, unmoved by the noise around him.

"Fufufu... Kuma," Doflamingo purred, his grin widening. "You've been a busy man, haven't you? Overthrowing the king of Sorbet with such... violent methods. The newspapers call you a tyrant, yet here you sit, a king among kings. I wonder what deal you made with the World Government to claim that seat."

Kuma gave no response, his attention fixed on the pages before him.

Doflamingo leaned in closer, his tone dropping. "Funny, isn't it? A Revolutionary Army cadre sitting in a World Summit. What would Dragon think of this?"

Though the room teetered on the edge of chaos, Kuma's silence only deepened the enigma surrounding him.

The Ominous Prelude

As the Five Elders reached the podium, their presence loomed over the hall like an unspoken threat. The kings watched with bated breath, tension rising with each passing second.

Doflamingo leaned back in his chair, his laughter barely audible above the murmur of the crowd. "Today's going to be wild."

And as the storm clouds gathered outside, it became clear to all present—this summit would be the stage for history's next great upheaval.

The Five Elders strode across the crimson carpet, their measured steps resonating in the silent hall. As they ascended the rostrum, the room seemed to hold its breath. Five ornate chairs awaited them, and they took their seats with an air of command.

"Silence!"

Saint Saturn's voice, amplified through the loudspeaker system, cut through the noise. Instantly, the vast hall fell into an oppressive hush.

Over a hundred and seventy kings sat in attendance, their gazes fixed on the Elders.

"In previous World Summits, only fifty representatives of kings were invited to participate. This year, however, is different," Saint Saturn began, his voice calm yet severe. "The world faces a dire threat. An extremely evil force has emerged, jeopardizing global peace."

He paused, his cold eyes scanning the room. "The World Summit originally scheduled two years ago was postponed due to a devastating raid. In that attack, 411 Celestial Dragons perished. This heinous act was orchestrated by none other than the scientist Edie."

The revelation sent ripples of shock and unease through the hall. For the first time, the Elders disclosed the scale of the casualties, a fact they had previously concealed.

A murmur broke the silence.

"Wait... is this meeting about Dr. Edie?"

Saint Saturn's gaze immediately locked onto the speaker, silencing him with a chilling stare. "He is the single greatest threat to world peace," he declared. "To eliminate the evil forces he represents, the entire world must unite!"

The kings exchanged uneasy glances. Many harbored unspoken doubts.

Why should we care? This is your war with Dr. Edie, not ours.

Though such thoughts lingered, no one dared voice them.

No one, except one man.

"Fufufufu... Dr. Edie, a threat to world peace? How amusing."

The room turned toward Doflamingo, who lounged in his chair with an air of defiance. "The doctor's inventions have benefited the world, Five Elders. If this is your reason for convening us, I doubt many here will agree."

His words emboldened others.

"That's right! Honeycomb Rice and Jinkela Fertilizer have saved countless lives!"

All eyes turned to the speaker, a man in his fifties with ginger hair and a firm gaze.

"I am the king of the Wesley Kingdom, a small nation in East Blue. Ten years ago, my country was devastated by pirates. Although the Marines fought valiantly to protect us, we were left in ruins. The World Government offered no aid. It was Dr. Edie's innovations—his Honeycomb Rice and fertilizers—that enabled us to rebuild and survive."

The king's voice rose, steady and resolute. "Dr. Edie is not a threat. He is a savior, a benefactor to my people and countless others!"

The hall erupted in murmurs of agreement.

The Five Elders' faces darkened. Saint Saturn's voice was icy. "It seems many of you share these sentiments. But..."

Before he could finish, Saint Nusjuro, the sword-wielding Elder clad in white robes, rose from his seat.

In a blur, his lower body transformed into a skeletal horse, propelling him forward with incredible speed. In an instant, he stood before the king of Wesley Kingdom.

"The World Government does not tolerate traitors!" he snarled, raising the First Generation Kitetsu.

The katana descended with lethal precision, aimed at the king's head. Death seemed inevitable.

Yet, as the blade fell, an invisible force stopped it mid-air.

"Well said, King of Wesley. You are a man of courage," a voice rang out.

From thin air, a hand materialized, gripping the First Generation Kitetsu with ease.

Starting with the hand, a figure gradually emerged from transparency. The hall gasped in unison as the figure fully appeared.

"Dr. Edie!"

The name echoed through the hall, disbelief written on the faces of the kings. Though infamous, this was the first time many had seen him in person.

Saint Nusjuro's expression twisted with fury. "So, you're here."

Edie smiled faintly, his demeanor calm yet unyielding. "I am. And I've come to end this."

The tension in the hall reached a fever pitch. The stage was set, and history was about to be rewritten.