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Seventh Heaven – Throne Room
In the Seventh Heaven, inside the grand throne room, Roger—known as God—sat in silence. Before him stood Izrael, the Angel of Death.
She lowered her head respectfully and said,
"Father, the people of Aad have perished. Even the Devil in Hell rejected them, because of the evil they did."
Roger nodded, his voice calm yet heavy.
"Don't worry. Let them sleep in limbo. They will not wake until the Day of Judgment."
"Yes, Father," Izrael replied softly. She always tried to act formal, just like every other angel. No matter how many times Roger told them not to fear him, they couldn't help it. After all, he was God.
But to Roger, they were not just angels. They were his children. And what father would ever want his children to tremble before him?
As Izrael left, Roger let out a long sigh. He closed his eyes—and in that moment, across the whole Omniverse, he opened them again. His presence expanded everywhere, as the Absolute Being. He was in now, existing in the Third Omniversal Layer.
Standing before him was his first son—Ashborn, the First Ruler, the First Monarch, the King of both rulers and monarchs.
The Absolute Being looked at him with eyes that saw all creation.
"Everything is ready. It is time for you to go to that world, my son."
Ashborn, in his human form, the same avatar he once used as Jinwoo in Timeline Three, bowed deeply.
"Yes, Father."
He was not just another being. He was the very first creation of this third Omniversal Layer.
Memories of his past battles flickered like shadows in the air. In Timeline Three, his father had sent him there. Ashborn crushed every monarch and ruler, placing all under his dominion. With his father's power guiding him, he had destroyed the remnants of the Itarim. The true Itarim had already been erased by the Absolute Being himself.
Ashborn lifted his head, his eyes glowing with determination. He knew what awaited him in the next world.
Now, the Absolute Being looked at his son and said,
"Ashborn, I have already told you how corrupt the One Piece world is. But now I will give you the exact timeline you are going into. So close your eyes."
Hearing his father's command, Ashborn nodded and obeyed. The moment he closed his eyes, information started flowing into him.
He saw it—the timeline was at the destruction of Ohara.
One by one, visions filled his mind: the Immortal who sat on the Empty Throne, Imu; the obsession that corrupted kingdoms; the betrayal of Joy Boy; the enslavement of the Fishmen and other races; the suffering of the weak under the Celestial Dragons; the hypocrisy of the Marines. It was all burned into his mind like fire.
Ashborn clenched his fist. His father's voice echoed inside his soul.
"Remember, my son… as a Monarch, you have the power to destroy. As a Ruler, you have the power to preserve. You are both. This world needs both."
Ashborn opened his eyes. Shadows stirred around him—an army of countless beings, including a few Itarims he had claimed in other timelines. The Monarchs of that world, rulers too, were now his shadows, silent and loyal. His brothers didn't question it—they could already feel those monarchs were far weaker than them. When Ashborn told them these shadows came from different timelines, they simply nodded and returned to their own duties of destroying and preserving their worlds.
Ashborn lowered his head slightly, his eyes glowing like an abyss.
"Father… I'm ready to leave."
The Absolute Being smiled. "Good. Your mother will meet you after your mission, son."
Ashborn sighed. Deep down, he knew why his father said that. His mother's love was… overwhelming. Whenever she hugged him—or any of his siblings—she somehow squeezed the very oxygen out of their lungs. Even though Ashborn didn't need to breathe, every time she embraced him, his lungs still emptied like a vacuum. No one knew how she did it.
Ashborn shook his head and smiled softly at the thought.
Then the Absolute Being raised his hand, and a massive dark-purple portal formed, swirling with power that could bend all timelines.
"Go now, my son. Step into that world."
Ashborn stood tall, his shadow army trembling behind him like a storm waiting to be unleashed. He stepped forward, his eyes locked on the portal. The moment he crossed it, the entire 3rd Omniversal Layer shook.
And just like that, Ashborn descended—into the world of One Piece.
[Ohara- Onepiece ]