The auction hall erupted into a chaotic mix of explosions and screams.
Those who had been sitting comfortably, treating the situation as a mere spectacle—
now turned pale.
In just a short time, most of the auction house guards had already been wiped out.
Some even began to panic.
Buggy picked up the fallen microphone and hurried back, handing it to Yuuki.
"Testing… test…"
Yuuki brought the microphone to his lips and spoke softly, adjusting the volume.
His voice, amplified through the speakers, briefly drowned out the screams echoing through the hall.
All eyes turned toward him.
Satisfied with the clarity, Yuuki nodded slightly toward Conrad.
Already prepared, Conrad stepped back and brought out a Projection Den Den Mushi, angling it to capture most of the auction hall.
Ordinary Projection Den Den Mushi had limited transmission range.
And between Den Den Mushi, there existed hierarchical compatibility—unless frequencies were pre-aligned, signals could be ignored.
But for Yuuki—
this was no obstacle.
Among the many spells he possessed were long-range communication techniques.
And more importantly—
With a flick of his fingers, Yuuki retrieved a magical tool from his spatial storage.
The Communication Magic Box.
He tossed it to Conrad.
Buzz—
Conrad held the box in one hand and the Projection Den Den Mushi in the other, immediately channeling his mana into both.
In an instant—
a pale white glow spread from the Magic Box, linking seamlessly with the Den Den Mushi's signal.
A powerful signal burst outward in all directions.
"Projection Magic — Signal Amplification!"
"Projection Magic — Forced Override!"
"Projection Magic — Ultra Long-Range Transmission!"
Yuuki cast three spells in rapid succession, strengthening and expanding the signal to its limits.
Back in the Black Clover world, projecting across an entire kingdom required placing spatial markers in advance.
But here—
the existence of Den Den Mushi simplified everything.
He only needed to enhance the signal source.
Even so—
after stepping into the realm of a demigod, this was the first time Yuuki felt his mana draining so quickly.
Back then, the Imperial Sword had helped bear most of the burden.
Now, calculating internally—
maintaining this broadcast for an hour would consume roughly thirty percent of his mana.
It sounded like a lot.
But this was a spell affecting the entire world.
And fortunately—
it wasn't an offensive one.
Yuuki's mana reserves rivaled that of a high-ranking devil.
With his versatility, his actual combat strength exceeded theirs—
though not enough to dominate them outright.
That was why, in the past, he had relied on surprise attacks against the Dark Triad and the Wizard King.
Miss once—
and retreat immediately.
But at this level—
destroying a country was trivial.
"The consumption isn't small… but it's acceptable."
Yuuki murmured.
Then he looked across the hall and smiled.
"It's time this sea became a little more… lively."
In less than half a breath—
the signal from the Projection Den Den Mushi spread across the entire Sabaody Archipelago.
Then—
far beyond.
The Grand Line.
The New World.
The Four Blues.
Everywhere.
Screens across the world—
suddenly changed.
And on every single one—
the same image appeared:
The auction hall in Sabaody.
"What is this?"
"Why did the screen suddenly change?!"
"Is this some kind of program?"
"No way…"
"That's terrifying… why is every screen showing the same thing?!"
"What's happening?!"
Across the Four Seas, civilians stared in confusion and shock at the bloody scene unfolding before them.
In contrast—
those in Sabaody recognized it immediately.
This wasn't a show.
It was real.
Because many of the figures on that stage—
were powerful figures they knew well.
"What the hell is going on at the auction house?!"
Rayleigh, who had been preparing to return to his bar in Area 13 after his identity was exposed, stopped in his tracks.
He stared at the screen mounted on a massive mangrove trunk, eyes widening in surprise.
Others might not recognize it.
But Rayleigh—
who had sold himself there more than once—
recognized it instantly.
Marine Headquarters — Marineford
Chaos.
Every screen displayed the same feed.
Which meant one thing—
their Den Den Mushi network had been hijacked.
Inside the Fleet Admiral's office—
Purururururu!
Den Den Mushi rang incessantly.
Sengoku's expression darkened as he answered call after call.
The situation had erupted without warning.
He himself barely understood what was happening—
only piecing things together through incoming reports.
As for answers?
He had none.
Bang!
The door burst open.
Vice Admiral Tsuru entered, her face grave.
She waited silently as Sengoku finished another call.
Click.
Sengoku set the receiver down and looked up.
"We've got a serious problem."
Tsuru nodded.
"The scale of this transmission… it's not limited to Marine Headquarters."
"It's global."
"No matter their objective, this level of exposure will have severe consequences."
Sengoku understood that all too well.
He stared at the screen.
"Large-scale Projection Den Den Mushi are extremely rare… and restricted."
"There are only a handful of ways to obtain one."
Tsuru frowned slightly.
"But this isn't the time to investigate."
"We've already tried using the Black Den Den Mushi—signal jamming is ineffective."
"The only option is to shut down the screens themselves."
"And even that won't stop the overall impact."
She pointed at the screen.
"It's the Magic Eye Pirates."
"They've been planning something all along."
Knock! Knock!
"Enter."
A rear admiral rushed in.
"Fleet Admiral Sengoku! Vice Admiral Tsuru!"
"Reports from all four seas—and even New World bases—confirm the same thing!"
"This broadcast… is being transmitted worldwide!"
His voice trembled.
Sengoku and Tsuru's expressions darkened further.
Even though they suspected it—
hearing it confirmed was another matter entirely.
How did they do this?
Even a large Projection Den Den Mushi couldn't achieve this alone.
But that question didn't matter right now.
What mattered was stopping it.
Immediately.
"Where are they?" Sengoku demanded.
"Sabaody Archipelago!"
Sengoku's eyes sharpened.
"Call Kizaru… no—"
"Call Aokiji!"
Given the enemy's abilities—
Aokiji was the safer choice.
New World — Dressrosa
In the royal palace—
a massive screen displayed the same live broadcast.
Click.
Doflamingo hung up the Den Den Mushi.
Silence lingered for a moment.
Then—
he grinned.
"How interesting."
His lips curled into a vicious smile.
The red lenses of his sunglasses gleamed ominously.
Below him, members of the Donquixote Family wore grim expressions.
After all—
the Sabaody human auction house…
belonged to them.
"I'm telling you, I'm telling you—these rookies have guts!"
Trebol shouted angrily.
"They're asking to die," Diamante added coldly.
Doflamingo chuckled.
"Fufufufu…"
Instead of anger—
his eyes were filled with excitement.
"Just a bit of lost profit…"
"A rookie crew making this much noise…"
"Is it ignorance… or something else?"
He leaned forward slightly.
"You're using my stage…"
"Make sure this isn't just some boring farce."
At the same time—
across the New World—
even the Four Emperors' forces turned their attention to this sudden global broadcast.