Nagato and Enel descended toward the Blue Sea, the air growing warmer.
Nagato's eyes flickered in thought.Memories that were not his own still pulsed faintly in the back of his mind—burning, hateful fragments ripped from the Celestial Dragon he had crushed.
His wife's shrill voice.His servants kneeling in fear.And most importantly—
Three children.
Two sons and a daughter.Untouched by consequence.Protected by bloodline alone.
All living comfortably in the South Blue on an island renowned for its delicacies, a playground for the rich and corrupt.
Enel floated alongside him, arms behind his head, sparks crackling lazily."So," he said, "this island we're heading to… it's special?"
Nagato didn't look at him.His voice was calm—too calm.
"A sanctuary for the privileged. A place where nobles dine on meals worth more than a village earns in a year. Including the children of the man I killed."
Enel raised an eyebrow."Oooh? A family of 'false gods'? Hiding on some pampered little island? Sounds like a fun warm-up."
Nagato closed his eyes, briefly letting the foreign memories sharpen into clarity. He saw the faces:A snarling teenage boy with his father's cruelty.A quiet younger son buried under entitlement.A daughter whose servants weren't allowed to make eye contact.
"They were raised the same way," Nagato said. "Arrogant. Cruel. Taught to rule over others without strength or purpose."
Enel smirked."Ah. Rotten at the core, then. Good. I can't wait to watch them beg for forgiveness."
Nagato ignored him.
"This world lets bloodline define divinity."His eyes opened, glowing in the shadows of the clouds."I intend to correct that."
Enel's grin widened."Heh. You really are something, but I'm looking forward to seeing it.
Below them, the silhouette of an island began forming—lush, vibrant, and decadent even from afar. Lantern-lit ports. Districts built solely around cuisine.
A paradise for nobles.A nightmare about to begin.
Nagato adjusted the collar of his cloak.
"Prepare yourself. The moment we land, the world will feel a shift."
Enel's body crackled with golden lightning, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"I've been waiting for the fun part. Lead the way… Gravity God."
Nagato's eyes narrowed slightly at the title, remembering the moment Enel coined it—a brief flash in his mind:
Lightning splitting the clouds.Nagato raising a hand.Space itself bending, dragging Enel out of the sky like a puppet on invisible strings.
Enel had stared at him, wide-eyed and trembling—not with fear, but awe.
"You bend the heavens themselves," he'd said. "You pull and crush with the weight of the sky… like a God of gravity.."
The name had stuck.
And now, descending toward South Blue, Enel spoke it with the nonchalance of speaking with an equal, already considering Nagato a God just like him.
They fell through the last veil of clouds—toward the island that would soon learn what happens when true gods walk among men.
A few minutes later they finally touched down on the island, the smell of expensive perfumes and terrified civilians guiding them straight to their targets. It didn't take long—people in the streets were already dropping to their knees, trembling and pressing their foreheads to the ground.
At the center of the crowd, surrounded by guards in pristine suits, stood three figures draped in white bubbles and arrogance.
Nagato didn't slow his steps.
Enel didn't either.
One of the Celestial Dragons pointed a jeweled pistol at a kneeling civilian. "Move aside! You're blocking the path of your gods!"
Nagato's eyes rippled.
So this was the family—two sons and a daughter. All of them wearing the same twisted expression of entitlement the father had.
The eldest son sneered at Nagato and Enel. "You two—kneel. Now. Before I make an example of—"
He didn't finish.
With a flick of Nagato's fingers, a repulsive force crushed him. Bones snapped before his body even hit the ground. The daughter screamed. Enel vanished into light.
A thunderclap split the plaza.
When he reappeared, the second son was already collapsing, a smoking hole through his chest.
The daughter tried to run.
Nagato raised his hand lazily.
"Universal Pull."
She slid across the marble like a ragdoll, screaming until she slammed into his grip. He held her suspended in the air by the throat, eyes cold, unreadable.
Enel landed beside him, lightning dancing casually across his shoulders.
Nagato let the girl dangle a few seconds—long enough for the world to watch, long enough for the surrounding guards to break, faint, or collapse in terror—then crushed her with a pulse of gravity, her body folding in on itself like paper.
Her remains hit the ground with a soft, almost insignificant sound.
Enel exhaled, unimpressed. "So these are the so-called Dragons?"
Nagato stepped over a crumpled bubble helmet, brushing dust off his cloak.
"Dragons?" he said, voice level. "More like weaklings."
Enel chuckled, sparks dancing at his fingertips.
"Pathetic weaklings."
And around them, the people who once knelt in fear now stared up—not at nobles, but at the monsters who replaced them.