Chapter 203: Have You Heard of Innate Deities?
Saint Imu, who had ruled the world for eight hundred years,
had long forgotten what true fear felt like. Her instincts screamed to sever control of the Pacifista, but in the end, she forced herself to hold back.
After all—
the Game Merchant who had suddenly appeared in the East Blue had completely overturned the balance of this world.
In eight centuries, countless enemies had challenged the World Government:
Ohara, which sought to reveal the Void Century.
The Rocks Pirates, who directly attacked the Celestial Dragons.
The Pirate King Roger, who reached the Final Island and launched the Great Pirate Era.
The Revolutionary Army, who resisted the World Nobles.
Even the Gum-Gum Fruit, passed from hand to hand as it fled through history in search of a successor.
Yet despite all of this—
the World Government, like the immovable Red Line, remained untouched.
Every uprising quickly faded into obscurity, never shaking their rule.
But this time felt different.
This being from another world was not just powerful—he was utterly beyond comprehension.
Even Imu couldn't feel confident anymore.
"I've never hidden my purpose. I came to the pirate world to recruit game players and hunt corrupted creatures."
Fang Yi's voice echoed calmly,
not just directed at Imu—but to the entire pirate world.
"Is there something in this world that could tempt someone like you?"
Imu immediately asked again when she realized the Game Merchant was willing to answer.
Devil Fruits? Ancient Weapons?
The sunken continents?
The super technology of the Ancient Kingdom?
"Of course."
Fang Yi didn't lie. All of those Origin-infused artifacts interested him greatly.
Hearing his affirmation,
Imu felt a bit of relief—then quickly followed up with another question:
"Then why refuse to cooperate with the World Government?"
"If you are willing…"
"If you agree to drive out pirates and revolutionaries and only recruit Marines and Government agents as players, we will spare no effort to help you find anything you desire."
This was the power of the World Government.
A promise the Five Elders had no authority to make—but Imu could.
If there was something this visitor wanted from their world,
then as the ruler of eight hundred years, Imu had the leverage to negotiate.
"Do you remember what I said before?"
Fang Yi's eyes met Imu's.
Though separated by the vast sea and the Red Line,
his gaze pierced space—like it was directly watching her throne within the Room of Flowers.
"The Reincarnation Game is based on absolute fairness."
"Slaves, civilians, pirates, and nobles alike all have the right to become players.
As long as they can earn reward points and hunt corrupted monsters, they all have the potential to become strong."
Fang Yi looked away, his voice unwavering:
"To me, power, lineage, even the title of Celestial Dragon—it makes no difference."
The pressure emanating from Imu disappeared.
She exhaled slowly.
But then—she felt a flicker of anger.
Even if she acknowledged the Game Merchant's power,
to say that she—the ruler of the world—was no different from pirates and slaves?
Before she could speak,
Fang Yi saw right through her.
He chuckled.
"That's the problem with closed-off worlds.
Like frogs in a well, you can't see what lies beyond the rim."
"Are you saying I lack vision?"
Imu's tone remained calm.
The Game Merchant's strength deterred her from starting a fight over pride.
But the displeasure and defiance were real.
Fang Yi neither nodded nor denied it.
Instead, he asked:
"The nobles of the pirate world—did they earn their status through merit?"
"Yes."
Imu didn't refute it.
After all, it was the alliance of twenty kings that defeated the Great Kingdom and created the World Government.
"Then, have you ever seen an Innate Deity?"
Fang Yi casually tossed a crystal-clear bottle.
It landed perfectly in front of the Pacifista.
Inside was a single drop of Time River Water.
Price: 50,000 reward points.
Without hesitation, Imu used the World Government's assets to exchange for the reward points and opened the bottle.
The moment she touched the Time Water—
a flood of immersive visions surged into her mind.
Within those images—
Innate gods born at the dawn of existence.
No matter how hard mortal life struggled, they could never surpass them.
The moment Heaven and Earth came into being, the world was already stratified:
Heaven birthed gods, the Underworld spawned death, and humans existed only to serve.
Compared to the self-styled "World Nobles,"
those deities were even more arrogant.
Humans were slaves.
All life existed to serve.
No—it couldn't even be described as "arrogance."
In the language of gods, there was no such thing as arrogance.
They were born supreme.
Their nobility wasn't earned or inherited.
It was simply bestowed by the universe itself.
"Innate Deities!"
Suddenly, wild laughter burst out inside the Room of Flowers.
Imu's body trembled violently.
Her gaze locked onto those divine beings who looked down on mortals like ants.
A normal person would instinctively side with the oppressed humans,
outraged by the gods' cruelty.
But not Imu.
She looked at those gods with something close to reverence.
It was as if she was one of them—divine, untouchable.
Yes.
That was what a god should be.
In comparison, the Celestial Dragons in Mary Geoise were nothing more than costumed monkeys playing pretend.
"Such a race actually exists…"
Imu's pupil-like irises contracted into rippling spirals.
Even after the Time Water faded, she remained dazed.
Boom.
The massive Room of Flowers shook.
Imu's aura exploded outward.
Her gaze landed on the throne.
Once, it had been sacred—her greatest prize, fought for with everything she had.
But now—
She looked at it with only indifference.
BOOM!
With another wave of power, the throne shattered into dust.
"In the end, it's just a pile of worthless stones."
Imu turned her gaze back to the Pacifista,
her tone eager:
"Can those gods… be achieved through the Reincarnation Game?"
Her mind was consumed by desire.
Any earlier anger or frustration had been drowned in this new obsession.
Gods.
Their dwellings weren't the Pangaea Castle or Mary Geoise—palaces built by slaves.
They lived in heaven itself, accepted by the world.
Not bloated fools in space suits—
But beings of revelation and divine power.
And I, Saint Imu… shall become the king of all gods.
Meeting her expectant gaze, Fang Yi smiled and said calmly:
"The Reincarnation Game can grant any wish… including becoming a god."
Imu's reaction had been exactly as Fang Yi expected.
The Celestial Dragons of the pirate world were a fabrication—created by Imu to separate herself from ordinary people.
A crude imitation of divinity.
But the gods from the world of Chronicles of Deification were real—truly chosen by fate.
That someone like Imu would become obsessed with such a truth?
It was only natural.
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