The End.
These two words have spread throughout the entire world in recent years.
Almost everyone speaks of this individual known as "The End" with hushed tones.
After all, this is the first ruthless person to openly oppose the Lunarian Race.
Even the Giant Tribe at their peak would have to think twice before attempting such a thing.
And now, he has brazenly appeared in Elbaf, forcibly entering directly above the walls of Orst Castle.
This manner of arrival left both King Tyr and Heimdall of the Buccaneer Tribe staring dumbfounded at Michael floating mid-air.
"An... angel," Tyr murmured softly, barely opening his mouth. "To think such beings exist now?"
"Just saying, isn't it possible I'm just a person who ate a Devil Fruit?" Michael's current perception was so acute that Tyr's whisper might as well have been a shout.
"Personally, I think when you encounter inexplicable phenomena in this world, attributing it to Devil Fruit powers is always a safe bet."
"Devil Fruit... is it?" Tyr shook his head. "I don't particularly care what you truly are... But may I ask why you've suddenly appeared in Elbaf, in my castle?"
"Just came to... say hello." As Michael spoke, his gaze fell upon the Buccaneer Tribe members—though half the height of giants, still towering and massive compared to ordinary humans.
"Since the Great Kingdom has already sent their envoy, I couldn't afford to fall behind."
As he spoke, his six Wings fluttered gently, carrying shimmering particles of light as he descended gracefully to the ground.
An incomparable aura of sanctity emanated from him.
This too left Tyr and Heimdall stunned.
After all, the reputation and rumors surrounding this archangel known as "The End" in this world were far from as amiable as his appearance suggested.
Especially for Heimdall, envoy of the Great Kingdom. As the leader of the Buccaneer Tribe and its affiliated factions within the Divine Council...
He was essentially the current head of the Buccaneer Tribe.
His knowledge of Michael far surpassed that of Tyr, his distant relative who rarely left Elbaf.
In recent years, powerful individuals among the races within the Divine Council had frequently met their end by Michael's sword or strange flames.
Even within the Divine Council itself, many had been purged, forcing them to prematurely promote reserve candidates to fill the vacancies.
But since these individuals hadn't been fully indoctrinated and assimilated into their factions, this led to the rise of the Young Faction.
Thus, a natural power struggle emerged between the Old Guard and the Young Faction.
This phenomenon occurred within nearly every race that held a seat in the Divine Council... Even the two most powerful races, the Buccaneer and the Lunarians, were not exempt.
The human heart is the most uncontrollable thing of all.
And with the Young Faction's ambitions unchecked as they rose to power, their thirst for authority naturally grew without bounds.
So the current chaos of confrontation and mutual accusations within the Divine Council is entirely thanks to Michael!
If this man hadn't appeared, they could have peacefully transitioned!
Heimdall stared intently at Michael, only for Michael to suddenly turn his head and meet his gaze without hesitation.
"You... why are you looking at me like that?"
Heimdall paled in shock, instinctively taking a step back.
At that very moment, terrifying Conqueror's Haki instantly enveloped the entire castle, with thick black lightning occasionally streaking through the air.
Everyone was stunned by the overwhelmingly dense Conqueror's Haki.
Especially powerful warriors like Tyr and Heimdall...
They instinctively activated their Observation Haki, directing it toward Michael.
But to their astonishment, under this supreme Conqueror's suppression, their Observation Haki...
Completely failed.
Or rather...
It cowered.
Advanced Observation Haki, as an essential combat requirement for any strong warrior—if rendered ineffective in battle, it would be a terrifying loss.
Compared to this, they would rather have their Armament Haki fail than lose their Observation Haki.
Losing an arm, one can still fight.
But losing one's eyes? That's basically waiting for death.
"You... are you trying to wage war against the Great Kingdom and Elbaf!?"
"Huh? Wasn't that look you gave me just now a challenge?" Michael tilted his head, eyeing the man called Heimdall.
"What? You're backing out after provoking me?"
The moment Michael spoke, Heimdall felt his entire body go numb.
'I had merely glanced at him!'
'Just a single glance!'
'And it wasn't even a meaningful look!'
'Yet this lunatic immediately decided to go all out against me!?'
'What did I ever do to him!?'
Michael continued staring intently into Heimdall's eyes, showing no intention of letting him off.
The Conqueror's Haki permeating the air showed no signs of dissipating.
For a moment, the entire Orstoll Castle was filled with the sound of heavy breathing.
Under the overwhelming pressure of such potent Conqueror's Haki, even the naturally resilient Giant Tribe and Bakanian Tribe—whose physical prowess stood at the pinnacle of the world—were beginning to falter.
Those with weaker strength had already started fainting.
Tyr and Heimdall instinctively exchanged glances.
Having lived over two hundred years, they'd witnessed many warriors unleash Conqueror's Haki on the battlefield.
But most who used it this way were merely small fry clearing out insignificant foot soldiers—common as fish in a river.
This man called "The End" was the true sovereign!
Heimdall, who had held a high position for a century, found a thought surfacing in his mind for the first time...
Should he...
surrender?
But the moment this idea emerged, he ruthlessly crushed it in its infancy.
No!
Absolutely not!
Though this man terrified him to his very soul, he couldn't yield!
No matter how strong he was, he was still just one man!
With this realization, Heimdall's emotions gradually steadied.
The agitation and unease that had clouded his eyes moments ago faded, replaced by calm resolve.
"I merely wished to know... what is your true name, the one called 'The End'?"
"So you just wanted to know my name!"
Michael instantly broke into a warm, benevolent smile.
The Conqueror's Haki vanished instantly, as if it had never existed.
He stepped forward and approvingly patted Heimdall's thigh.
"My name is Angel D. Michael."
"I meant... your real name."
"Unfortunately, that is my real name."
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