The Obsidian Door vanished, and the Architects were plunged into an environment radically different from the grim stone walls of the Titan Universe. They landed on a rickety wooden dock in a sunny, bustling port town. The air was warm, humid, and smelled strongly of salt, rum, and high-quality seafood.
The sheer vibrancy of the world was immediately overwhelming. The colors were too bright, the people were too loud, and the mood was dangerously optimistic.
"The scent of Freedom is intoxicatingly pure here," Tanjiro observed, his guilt momentarily muted by the sensory overload. "It's a world where everyone believes they can achieve their wildest dreams."
Okarun felt the spiritual chaos. "The ghosts here aren't afraid; they're just noisy. The spiritual laws are so loose, the dead are practically still hanging around to party."
Malak's voice, now carrying the title of "Nexus Director," chimed in with a new sense of urgency.
"Architects, welcome to The World of Grand Line. The central Anchor Point of this reality is the concept of Absolute Freedom, personified by the figure known as Monkey D. Luffy. You must eliminate or neutralize the concept of this Anchor Point by establishing Absolute Law."
"Observe: The governing structure—the World Government and the Marines—is attempting to impose law, but they are corrupted by the Anchor's influence. You must operate outside the established system. Your mission is to locate the Anchor and introduce a system of order so absolute that it conceptually collapses the belief in infinite freedom."
Jin-Woo looked around at the bustling, lawless port. "The Anchor is chaos disguised as joy. We need to create a sense of inevitable, predictable consequence."
Before they could strategize, a booming laugh erupted from a nearby tavern. A young man wearing a straw hat burst out, dragging a bewildered giant fish behind him. He looked directly at Saitama.
"Hey, bald guy! You look strong! Are you here to fight me? Join my crew? Or maybe you have meat?" Luffy shouted, his arms stretching impossibly to grab a skewer of meat from a vendor across the street.
"Ah, the target," Gojo sighed. "The Anchor is a rubber man whose concept is 'Chaos is fun.' This is going to be tedious."
Saitama, having spent the last few minutes scanning for a discount store, looked mildly interested. "Meat is good. But fighting? Only if you can make it interesting."
Luffy grinned. "I can make anything interesting! I'm going to be the King of the Pirates!"
This declaration—the pinnacle of absolute, chaotic ambition—was the antithesis of the Nexus mission.
Jin-Woo stepped forward, his Shadow Scythe appearing in his hand. "We are not here to fight. We are here to establish order."
Suddenly, three imposing figures, dressed in pristine white Marine uniforms, burst onto the scene.
"Stop right there, Straw Hat!" shouted a Marine Captain, aiming a pistol.
Luffy laughed and ducked, the bullet harmlessly bouncing off his elastic body. The ensuing chaos sent vendors scattering.
Kazuma watched in horror as the town's currency—the Berry—began flying everywhere. "The economic instability! This is a nightmare!"
Luffy, mistaking Gojo for a Marine in a silly outfit, launched a Gomu Gomu No Pistol—an elastic punch delivered at incredible speed. The punch hit Gojo's Limitless barrier. The effect was immediate: the elastic punch stretched into infinity, creating a hilarious, impossibly long rubber band extending into the distance.
"Your concept is rubber," Gojo critiqued, unimpressed. "My concept is infinite space. Your elasticity is mathematically contained."
While Gojo dealt with the stretching attack, Jin-Woo, leveraging his Monarch's authority, attempted to freeze the chaos. He didn't use a physical attack, but the command: "Halt."
The command hit the chaotic crowd, and for a second, everyone—including Luffy—froze, confused. Jin-Woo was attempting to impose Absolute Stillness to counter Absolute Motion.
Luffy's instinct, however, was too strong. He simply shook off the effect, turning the conceptual freeze into a brief, comical shiver. "Huh? Did someone tickle me? Maybe a Sea King!"
A Marine officer, panicking, threw a nearby, strange purple fruit at Luffy. Luffy, of course, tried to eat it.
Dazai, seeing an opportunity for pure conceptual chaos, lunged and intercepted the fruit. He took a single bite.
The fruit was a Devil Fruit, giving him a random, chaotic power. However, Dazai's passive No Longer Allowed in Another World immediately negated the fruit's effect upon ingestion. The power was never allowed to manifest, and the fruit immediately became tasteless, fiberless pulp.
Dazai spat it out, utterly disappointed. "Another failure. Even the arbitrary laws of this world refuse to burden me with power."
The attempts to stop Luffy failed, but they revealed the Anchor's strength: he was immune to both conceptual stretching and momentary command.
"We cannot stop the chaos," Jin-Woo stated, his face grim. "We must make the chaos predictable. We need a law so simple, so absolute, that it overrides his pursuit of the Pirate King title."
Saitama, still scanning the horizon, finally pointed at a brightly painted sign nailed to a palm tree.
"Look at that," Saitama said, pointing to a 'Wanted' poster. "They put a number on his head. They reward people for following the Law of Capture."
Jin-Woo looked at the poster, his Monarch's mind instantly calculating. "Bounties. The most efficient, predictable form of human consequence. We won't destroy the Anchor's freedom. We will give him a new, absolute law: The Law of Absolute Financial Consequence."
"We become the ultimate bounty hunters," Gojo grinned, understanding the shift. "We don't fight him; we make his existence too expensive for the entire system to tolerate."
The Nexus Seven's new strategy was set: They would become the most efficient, ruthless agents of the World Government's bounty system, turning Luffy's freedom into a universally recognized debt. Their first step: find the World Government's main base of operation and register as the new Architects of Law.