Chapter 6: The King's Arrival

In the chamber where the fate of the world was being weighed, an otherworldly silence settled, only to be broken by the distant echoes of a marine's yell and the sound of a body thudding to the ground.

Meanwhile, on Amazon Lily, Boa Hancock's eyes widened in astonishment as the verdant glow receded, leaving her untouched by any trace of the earlier wound. Her gaze shifted to Vice Admiral Momonga, a man who had moments ago been a tempest of fury, now reduced to a quivering semblance of himself.

Then, from the very fabric of reality, a swirling abyss of darkness tore open, unveiling a figure that eclipsed the world itself. The air seemed to quiver with the sheer magnitude of his presence. He stood tall, a colossus of power, emanating an aura that could quell even the mightiest of storms.

This was the King of the World, a being whose very existence seemed to defy the laws of nature. His form radiated an indomitable strength, an embodiment of unrivaled might that transcended mortal understanding.

As the King emerged, Vice Admiral Momonga's terror reached a crescendo. He dropped to his knees, his voice a quaking plea. "Mercy, my lord! Please, have mercy!"

The King's gaze, though inscrutable, seemed to pierce through the fabric of reality itself, settling on the cowering figure at his feet. With a voice that resonated like the deepest of oceans, he spoke, the timbre of his words like a lullaby woven with power beyond reckoning.

"Rise, child of the sea. There is no need for fear in my presence."

Momonga's trembling form slowly straightened, his eyes wide with awe and disbelief. The King's aura, a force that commanded respect beyond measure, washed over him.

And then, in a surge of defiance, Momonga launched himself towards the King, his determination burning bright. But in the face of such overwhelming power, it was as if a mere pebble sought to challenge a mountain.

With a movement that seemed almost gentle, the King brought his foot down upon Momonga. The impact was swift, final. The Vice Admiral was crushed beneath the weight, his struggles futile.

As Momonga's world dimmed, the King's voice, once again, filled the air, now a whisper of benevolent grace. "You need not fight, child. There is no enmity here. Rest now, and find peace in my presence."

With those words, the King released a pulse of energy that reverberated across the island and far beyond, a signal to the world itself. In that moment, all who felt it bowed their heads, acknowledging the King's unmatched dominion.

The King of the World had returned, and the world itself trembled in his wake.