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The four words appeared before Qin Yi's eyes, and in that instant, their meaning sank into him.
"Talent Endowment, you possess a gift beyond measure, allowing you to master anything you touch at the fastest possible speed."
It was a simple sentence, yet it made Qin Yi blink in disbelief.
What the hell? That's it?
As far as he understood, the so-called King's Gift was the inborn Life Source Talent, or one might call it the Life Source Divine Ability. That singular core ability was the foundation of a King's existence, an absolute guarantee of survival. Each King's awakening differed: some gained strange abilities, some wielded formidable laws, and others could even reach into the currents of time and space itself.
It was reminiscent of the Devil Fruits in the Pirate World, varied and limitless, but far beyond anything a Devil Fruit could hope to achieve.
And as a King's strength grew, so too did their talent evolve, until, at their peak, they brushed against the very laws of the universe.
But this, "Talent Endowment"?
"This feels a bit narcissistic, doesn't it? Just… being naturally gifted?"
Qin Yi gave a bitter laugh.
If he had awakened something like time-space mastery, he could have been fearless, even facing down opponents across realms. But mere talent? Weren't all Kings already the most gifted of their kind?
Talent Endowment… does this mean my talent simply surpasses all others?
For the moment, Qin Yi couldn't grasp the true significance of this newly awakened ability. A Life Source Talent was something that lingered in one's life forever, only through trials, wars, and long years of experience could one uncover its depth.
Unable to fathom it now, Qin Yi shook his head and returned to the Royal Palace.
Inside, he found Hashirama, Madara, and the four exhausted, battle-worn Kage, dirt-streaked and utterly defeated.
"You have endured much. But I believe that joining Qin's Nation will prove to be the greatest fortune ever to bless the shinobi world."
Qin Yi's calm voice carried across the hall.
The four had suffered crushing defeat. Against Qin's Nation's vast war machine, against Hashirama and Madara, and the countless clans united under his banner, resistance had been meaningless.
"To think… that this age of chaos would end with you, Qin!" Senju Tobirama sighed heavily.
Being suddenly torn from the shinobi world by Hashirama had already shaken him. Yet it was nothing compared to the vastness and grandeur of this strange realm they now beheld.
"Qin… you truly come from such a world!" The Tsuchikage's tone carried awe rather than disbelief.
Crushed in body but calmed in spirit, the four Kage accepted the truth of their loss. If it meant true peace, they had no reason to oppose.
"Heh. Since we are now one nation, I'll trouble all of you to devote your strength." Qin Yi's gaze sharpened. "As you've seen, my nation recently suffered calamity. This is a time of rebuilding, a time when everything must be placed in order."
"All information you require lies within the Fire of Civilization. I won't waste words here."
"Rest assured, Your Majesty!" The four Kage bowed their heads and spoke solemnly.
Now that they understood Qin Yi's true identity, an existence standing like a Spiritual God, and had seen this titanic world with their own eyes, their hearts overflowed with awe.
"Good."
Qin Yi nodded lightly, then turned his gaze toward Madara and Hashirama within the grand hall.
"The Ninja World World has been pacified. Next…" His voice dropped, cold and resolute. "…is the Pirate World."
Hashirama remained silent, while Madara broke into a low, chilling laugh.
"I have no objections. Since they've already raised their weapons against us, naturally we cannot sit back and wait for death!"
Qin Yi nodded. Even before they had left the Pirate World, the Marines' movements had grown more frequent. Along the outer seas, small-scale clashes had already begun to emerge.
"Then, General Yang." His gaze settled firmly on him.
"Your servant is here!" General Yang's voice rang out, crisp and resolute.
"Mobilize the army. Lead the march into the Pirate World. Prepare for war."
"Yes!" General Yang struck his chest in salute, then hesitated as a thought crossed his mind.
"Your Majesty… the Three Kingdoms World. With the strategies of Master Zhuge and the others, conquest is within reach."
Qin Yi blinked, surprised.
"The Three Kingdoms World is ready to fall as well?"
"Yes," General Yang confirmed without hesitation.
A sharp gleam flashed through Qin Yi's eyes before he nodded decisively.
"Then mobilize two armies. The Pirate World and the Three Kingdoms, both will be subdued together."
"Yes!" came the thunderous reply as Yang's fist struck with renewed force, his pledge echoing across the hall.
On the following day, Qin Yi personally crossed into the Pirate World, leading Hashirama, Madara, the Three Generals, and the heads of the great shinobi clans.
His homeland, scarred from calamity, he entrusted to the Parliamentary Institute for complete reconstruction. For what was coming, he required only the strongest at his side.
Far away, at the Marine Headquarters, Fleet Admiral Sengoku sat over an enormous desk. His gaze roamed the sprawling map of the Grand Line, scarred with blue, green, and red lines, crimson circles marking critical strongholds. War loomed, its shadow pressing heavily upon him as he drew up routes and deployments for a conflict on an unprecedented scale.
This rising power of Qin's Nation unsettled him to the core.
Not since Roger had Sengoku felt such dread gnawing at his chest. And still, it was worse, beneath his unease lay the cold weight of fear.
"That man's strength… his origins… completely unfathomable. Who exactly is he?"
His investigations had yielded nothing. No records. No past. As though Qin Yi and his followers had never belonged to this world at all.
"Fleet Admiral Sengoku, quite the serious look on your face!" The sudden playful voice cut through the silent chamber.
His head snapped up, he was not alone. A Marine stood before him, ordinary in appearance.
"Who let you in? Leave. Do not disturb me." Sengoku's tone was flat, already turning back to the map.
But the Marine smiled, lips curling with mockery.
"If you drive me out, you'll regret it. I bring you intelligence you desperately need. And more than that, I can aid you in resisting Qin's Nation."
Sengoku's face hardened, body tensing.
"…Who are you?"
The question had barely left his lips when the Marine's body wavered, distorting. Moments later, a young man in luxurious robes stood there, his pink hair catching the dim light, a Roaming Dragon cloak spilling across his back. His eyes sparkled with a cruel, playful mirth.
"You may call me… King Yuanli." Sengoku's pupils shrank, his instincts screaming in warning.
At that very moment, far across worlds, Qin Yi sat upon his throne in the Royal Palace of Qin's Nation. His gaze sharpened, steel cold, his voice weighing heavy as judgment.
"Pass down my decree. The armies march. Advance along the Grand Line. Every kingdom, every island, every nation standing before us--"
"--all shall fall within My grasp!"
The vast hall of ministers shivered as one, their faces paling. In that instant, they understood a single truth.
The War of Worlds had begun.
(End of Chapter)