One Piece: Rise of Valoria

William stood on the auction stage, his arms crossed, surveying the room as chaos from the previous events started to die down. His green eyes gleamed with mischief as an idea formed in his mind. The broadcast had done its job—people worldwide now questioned the fear and reverence they once had for the so-called Celestial Dragons. But William wasn't finished. 

"It's time to end this broadcast," he thought, his lips curving into a confident smirk. 

Turning to Hancock, who stood beside him, he leaned close and whispered, "Hancock, my dear, let's give the world one final masterpiece. Charm every one of these disgusting nobles and slave buyers. Make them tear apart this 'Celestial Pig' themselves. Then, when they're in the height of their frenzy… turn them to stone." 

Hancock's crimson lips curled into a wicked smile. "You are wicked, William," she said with a chuckle. "I like it." 

The tension in the room shifted as Hancock stepped forward, her beauty radiating like a deadly weapon. She turned to the crowd of nobles and wealthy onlookers, many of whom had come to bid on slaves moments before. With a flip of her raven-black hair, she activated the full power of her Mero Mero no Mi. 

The reaction was instantaneous. 

Every person in the auction house, whether man or woman, was mesmerized by her charm. Cries of "Hancock-sama!" echoed through the room as the crowd, eyes glazed with obsession, lost all sense of reason. 

William and the girls stepped back from the stage, leaving Charlos—still in his pig form—alone in the spotlight. 

Hancock's voice rang out, commanding and melodic, as she pointed at Charlos. "Tear him apart!" she ordered. 

The charmed crowd roared in unison, "Yes, Hancock-sama!" 

Like a tidal wave, they surged toward Charlos. No one cared that he was a Celestial Dragon anymore. They only saw him as a fat pig, unworthy of the pedestal he'd once stood on. They clawed at him, tearing apart his once-fancy white attire. His squeals of terror filled the room as flesh and fabric alike were ripped apart. 

As the frenzy reached its peak, Hancock struck. With a graceful flick of her hand, she activated her power once more. The entire room fell silent as every single person, including Charlos in his grotesque pig form, was turned into stone. 

William clapped his hands, a slow, deliberate applause echoing through the now-still room. He stepped forward, turning to the camera with a triumphant grin. "What do you think about this work of art, world?" he said, gesturing to the statues. "Let's call it 'THE CELESTIAL PIG'. What a magnificent piece, wouldn't you agree?" 

He turned to Robin, who had been quietly observing. "Professor Robin," William said, his tone playful, "as a scholar, could you give us your thoughts on this artwork?" 

Robin stepped into the camera's view, her scholarly demeanor shining through. "As a scholar," she began, "I find this piece fascinating. The central figure—the so-called Celestial Pig—represents the wealth and decadence of the so-called World Nobles. The surrounding statues capture the rage and frustration of the world, tearing apart the false image of these 'dragons.' In my opinion, it's a perfect representation of the world's suppressed emotions toward the Celestial Dragons and their government." 

William nodded. "Thank you, Professor Robin. And, of course, a big thank you to our talented artist, Boa Hancock, for bringing this masterpiece to life." 

Hancock gave a graceful bow, though a playful smirk tugged at her lips. 

William turned back to the camera, his tone turning serious. "You've all seen it now. The so-called Celestial Dragons beg for mercy when their lives are on the line. They bleed red, just like the rest of us. They are no dragons—they're just pigs. So stop fearing them." He paused for effect, letting his words sink in. "Alright world, that's it for today. Thank you for watching, and I'll see you next time. Goodbye." 

With that, William gave the signal, and the broadcast ended. 

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Around the World

On an island in the Grand Line, an unkempt pirate grinned. "You hear that, boys? Celestial Dragons are just pigs! Let's go hunt some and get famous!" 

On the Moby Dick, Marco smiled and said. "William an his crew are absolutely insane! and that piece of artwork is really priceless!" 

Whitebeard's laughter booming like thunder. "Gurararara! Well said, Professor Robin. Gurararara!" 

Big Mom, seated at her grand table on Whole Cake Island, laughing with delight. "Ma ma ma ma! Let's have a tea party!" 

Kaido, on Onigashima, slammed his fist on the table, roaring with laughter. "Worororo! Now William brat, let's see how you deal with the consequences of what you did?" 

Meanwhile, Dragon of the Revolutionary Army leaned forward at the meeting table. "This is our moment," he said to his commanders. "The world is shaking. We need to act quickly and bring down some allied nations while people are still questioning the government." 

In Marineford, Fleet Admiral Sengoku's office was in shambles. The desk was split in two, papers scattered everywhere. Sengoku stood amidst the chaos, his fist trembling with rage after delivering the blow that shattered the desk. "Damn William! Damn Hancock! Damn Nico Robin!" he roared, his voice echoing through the halls. His frustration was palpable; the broadcast had done irreparable damage to the image of the Celestial Dragons and, by extension, the World Government. 

In the heart of Mary Geoise, the Five Elders were livid. Their faces were twisted with fury as they marched through the grand corridors, their destination clear—an audience with Im. "This cannot be allowed to stand," one of them hissed. "William has thrown the world into chaos." Another added. Their anger burned hotter than ever, knowing that one of the foundations of their control—the fear of the Celestial Dragons—was crumbling. 

Across the seas, ordinary people stood in stunned silence. The broadcast had shown them the truth: the Celestial Dragons, long thought to be immortal and divine, were nothing more than humans who bled red like everyone else. For some, the revelation sparked a flicker of hope. But for many, fear of the World Government kept their thoughts bottled up. They didn't cheer, didn't celebrate—confusion and uncertainty hung heavy in the air. The fear ingrained in them for generations was hard to shake, even in the face of truth. 

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Back in Sabaody 

William and the girls stepped out of the auction house. 

"We really did a number on them," Marigold said, a grin on her face. 

"And the world will never forget it," Robin added, her tone proud. 

Hancock looked at William, her eyes filled with admiration. "As expected of my husband." she said. 

William chuckled. "We're just getting started." 

Suddenly, the atmosphere grew heavier. A wave of intense heat and chilling cold swept through the air. William's grin widened as he turned his head toward the horizon. 

"They're here," he said simply. 

Hancock, Robin, Marigold, and Sandersonia turned to look. Two figures were approaching fast—one radiating an infernal heat and the other exuding an icy chill. 

Akainu and Aokiji had arrived. 

William stood tall, his confidence unshaken. "Time to show the world that even Admirals can bleed," he said, his voice steady and filled with resolve. 

The two Admirals landed, their gazes locked on William and his crew. 

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