-Broadcast: Dressrosa Underground-
The sun—humanity's greatest benefactor, source of all warmth and life on the planet—had been weaponized in ways that nature never intended. When someone with sufficient understanding and terrible motivation stole the fundamental processes that powered stars themselves, the result could only be catastrophic destruction on a scale that defied human comprehension.
Baby 5's Buki Buki no Mi (Arms-Arms Fruit) had transcended its previous limitations through the trauma of grief and loss, achieving awakening through sheer desperation rather than years of careful training. The power that now surged through her transformed body wasn't merely creating conventional weapons anymore—it was replicating the nuclear fusion reactions that occurred at the core of celestial bodies.
Pandora's box, some distant part of Baby 5's consciousness recognized as power beyond anything she had ever imagined began building within her physical form. I'm opening something that should have remained sealed forever.
But grief and rage overwhelmed any concerns about consequences. Buffalo was dead, Monet was dead, the entire Donquixote Family executive structure had been systematically dismantled by enemies who now stood congratulating themselves on their victory.
If I can't be needed by the living, Baby 5 thought with the twisted logic that had defined her entire existence, then I'll serve the dead by bringing everyone to hell together.
Dazzling white light began emanating from her body as temperatures climbed toward levels that shouldn't exist outside stellar cores. The nuclear fusion reaction that powered the sun itself was being contained—barely—within a human-sized ship, building toward release that would make conventional explosive ordnance look like children's fireworks.
Robin and Sanji remained frozen, their enhanced reflexes simply too slow to process what was happening before it reached critical mass. The white light was already expanding, temperatures climbing past the point where human tissue could survive, when the impossible occurred.
Chopper—barely conscious, severely injured, reduced to his smallest form—moved with speed and purpose that transcended his apparent capabilities. His small hooves reached into his medical bag and retrieved not one or two Rumble Balls, but entire handfuls of the yellow enhancement pills.
This is more than I've taken in my entire life, some analytical portion of his consciousness noted even as he began shoving them into his mouth. This will probably kill me, but if I don't act, Robin and Sanji die for certain.
The little reindeer's eyes began glowing with eerie blue light as the massive overdose of Rumble Balls hit his system simultaneously. His body, designed to process careful single-dose enhancements, was suddenly flooded with transformation compounds in quantities that would have killed normal Zoan users instantly.
Time seemed to slow as Chopper's enhanced perception accelerated beyond lightspeed, allowing him to observe the nuclear fusion reaction in Baby 5's body like watching a slow-motion film. He saw the hydrogen atoms being forced together, saw the release of energy that would vaporize everything within kilometers, saw his friends frozen in place as death approached.
His body grew with impossible rapidity, reaching sizes that dwarfed his previous Monster Point transformation. But this wasn't the controlled enhancement he had practiced for years—this was something far more primal and terrifying, drawing on power sources that existed beyond normal reality.
In less than a heartbeat, Chopper had seized Baby 5's transformed body and carried her away from the underground chamber, moving at speeds that made Admiral Kizaru's light-based movement look pedestrian by comparison. The surface world would have to be sacrificed, but at least Robin and Sanji might survive if he could contain the blast above ground.
The white light that had been building inside Baby 5 finally achieved critical mass and erupted with the fury of a newborn star. Temperatures exceeding hundreds of millions of degrees Celsius vaporized everything they touched—stone, metal, organic matter, even the very air itself was reduced to constituent atoms and scattered across the island.
A sun has been planted on Dressrosa, observers from distant ships realized with horror as the massive explosion bloomed upward like some terrible flower of destruction.
The blast radius with Baby 5 at its epicenter consumed the entire island. Everything within the white light's reach was reduced to absolute nothingness—not merely destroyed, but erased from existence at the fundamental level. The shockwave that followed tore apart anything that had somehow survived the initial thermal pulse, while electromagnetic radiation sterilized the surrounding waters.
Even the Marine ships anchored offshore felt the effects, their crews thrown from their feet as the pressure wave reached them. The Colossal Titan that hadn't managed to evacuate the island simply ceased to exist, its massive form reduced to scattered carbon molecules in the space between seconds.
A mushroom cloud rose above what remained of Dressrosa—the signature of nuclear detonation that this world had never witnessed before. The sight would haunt everyone who saw it, a demonstration that even in a world of supernatural powers and impossible abilities, there were still forces capable of wholesale annihilation.
In this world, countless observers realized simultaneously, bombs really can destroy everything.
The explosion had literally shaved more than ten meters of elevation from Dressrosa's surface, reducing proud architecture and carefully maintained landscapes to smooth fields of glass where stone had melted and fused under impossible temperatures. The underground chambers collapsed entirely, their structural supports vaporized by the thermal pulse.
But somehow—impossibly—Robin and Sanji remained alive in a small pocket of intact space, protected by forces they didn't understand from destruction that should have consumed them instantly.
"I... we... we're not dead," Sanji stammered, his usual composure completely shattered by the proximity of annihilation. The okama warrior stared at the collapsing rock walls around them, at the massive hole that had been blown straight through hundreds of meters of stone, revealing blue sky and scattered clouds far above.
We should be atomized vapor right now, his tactical mind insisted even as evidence suggested otherwise. Nuclear fusion temperatures don't leave survivors—they leave empty space where matter used to exist.
Robin felt her knees weaken as realization hit her consciousness like a physical blow. "It was Chopper," she whispered with growing horror and pride. "He saved us. But could he possibly have survived that explosion himself?"
The thought that their gentle ship's doctor might have sacrificed himself to protect them filled her with grief that threatened to overwhelm her carefully maintained emotional barriers. After twenty years of learning to distance herself from attachments, watching someone die specifically to save her was unbearable.
"Robin, don't jump to conclusions yet," Sanji said firmly despite his own fear, moving to support her as her legs threatened to give out entirely. "Let's get to the surface and see what actually happened. I believe Chopper will be fine."
But even as he spoke those words of reassurance, a shadow began spreading across the sky above them—something so massive that it blocked out the sun itself, plunging the devastated crater into premature twilight.
That aura, Sanji recognized with growing terror as his enhanced spiritual senses detected the presence descending toward them. It's similar to Chopper's life force, but... fundamentally wrong. Transcendent. Like standing in the presence of something that exists beyond the universe itself.
Baby 5 had expected to die in her own nuclear fusion attack, accepting annihilation as the price for avenging Buffalo's death. But consciousness persisted despite the impossibility, her reformed body standing intact on ground that shouldn't exist.
My clothes aren't even damaged, she noticed with confusion as she examined herself. How is that possible after an explosion that should have destroyed molecules?
The landscape around her bore no resemblance to the Dressrosa she remembered. Everything was white—not the white of snow or clouds, but the pale emptiness of a world where matter had simply ceased existing. No buildings remained, no vegetation, not even stones or soil. Just smooth glass where temperatures had melted rock into new configurations.
A massive crater yawned beneath her feet, its depths revealing the underground chambers where she had initiated her final attack. Somehow she had been transported from below ground to the surface, relocated by forces she couldn't comprehend during the explosion itself.
Did I kill them? Baby 5 wondered with satisfaction mixed with growing unease. Did I succeed in avenging Buffalo?
But before she could fully process her situation, a shadow fell across her position—something so vast that it made the sky itself seem to darken. She looked up, and what she saw shattered every assumption about reality she had ever possessed.
The creature that descended from above defied description through conventional language. There were elements that suggested a reindeer's basic form—antlers, four limbs, general mammalian structure—but these familiar features had been warped and multiplied in ways that hurt to observe.
Countless eyes, Baby 5's consciousness tried to process as her sanity began fragmenting under the weight of impossible information. Too many eyes, all seeing, all knowing, arranged in patterns that shouldn't be geometrically possible.
The entity was aimless yet purposeful, disordered yet structured, indescribable yet undeniably present. Great and blindly stupid in the way that forces of nature possessed no malice despite their capacity for destruction. An existence far beyond the universe's normal rules, operating according to principles that human minds simply couldn't accommodate.
-Real World-
Kaito recognized the danger immediately. To protect the physical and mental health of viewers across the world, the entity's true form was obscured by shifting black shadows that prevented direct observation of its incomprehensible geometry.
If people saw the Outer God's real appearance. Brains would literally explode from information overload, painting walls with gray matter across every sea simultaneously.]
-Broadcast-
Baby 5 standing directly in the entity's presence without any protective filters, was granted the terrible privilege of witnessing what mortals were never meant to perceive.
Weird and ancient melodies that predated human civilization sang in her ears—not through sound waves but directly into her consciousness, bypassing normal sensory channels entirely. The songs spoke of ages when the universe was young, when life had not yet evolved, when great beings danced in the spaces between stars.
Despite the blood pouring from all seven orifices of her face, Baby 5 smiled with genuine happiness for the first time in years. "Is this a God?" she whispered with reverent wonder. "Have I finally found something that needs me absolutely?"
The answer came not through words but through the overwhelming flood of information that no human neural network could process. Her brain began cracking under the cognitive load—actual physical fissures appearing in gray matter as synapses fired far beyond their design specifications.
In the final moment before her consciousness shattered completely, Baby 5 maintained her smile of transcendent joy. She had seen something greater than herself, had been acknowledged by forces beyond comprehension.
Beyond all great existence, it just murmurs: "An unpolluted world."
The words weren't spoken aloud but rather impressed directly onto reality itself, comprehensible to all who heard despite their alien origin. Then the ten-thousand-meter entity began dissolving, its impossible form breaking down into constituent pieces that reformed into something far more familiar.
Chopper—tiny, exhausted, completely unconscious—fell from the sky like a stone, his body shutting down entirely after channeling forces that mortal flesh was never designed to contain.
-Real World-
The audience watching through the Sky Screen had been spared direct exposure to the Outer God's true form, but even the censored shadows weren't sufficient to protect everyone from psychological contamination.
Those with low SAN values—individuals whose mental resilience couldn't withstand even filtered glimpses of cosmic horror—began exhibiting symptoms immediately. They laughed with Baby 5's final manic joy, their eyes taking on the same glazed expression of someone who had seen truth beyond human comprehension.
The mental pollution spread person-to-person like a contagious disease, affected individuals infecting those around them through mere proximity and shared observation. Even violent organizations like the Marines weren't immune—junior officers with insufficient psychological fortitude simply broke, their minds unable to reconcile what they had witnessed with their understanding of reality.
Those victims lost their qualifications as human beings in some fundamental sense, becoming weird fanatics who babbled in languages that predated civilization and worshipped forces they couldn't name.
Individuals with stronger wills—the world's top powerhouses, those who had survived encounters with death and emerged stronger—mostly avoided permanent damage, though even they experienced symptoms of extreme psychological stress. High blood pressure, sweating, trembling hands—physical manifestations of minds pushed to their absolute limits.
On the Donquixote merchant ship, Kaido of the Beasts—a man who believed only in himself and his own strength—found himself questioning fundamental assumptions for the first time in decades.
"King," he said quietly, his usual boisterous confidence replaced by something approaching humility, "do you think gods actually exist in this world?"
The Lunarian warrior, whose face was covered in cold sweat despite his legendary composure, struggled to formulate a response. "This world is becoming increasingly unfamiliar to me. Perhaps... perhaps gods really do exist, and we've been too arrogant to acknowledge them."
Leo gaining the Light Power of Ultraman, King reflected with growing unease. And now Chopper has apparently communicated with something similar by overdosing on Rumble Balls. What exists outside our reality? Are humans truly so insignificant in the cosmic order?
The philosophical implications were staggering. If beings like the Outer God existed beyond human comprehension, then what was the point of pursuing earthly ambitions like becoming Pirate King? How could mortal achievements matter when measured against forces that transcended the universe itself?
"The power Chopper displayed wasn't Zoan awakening," King continued with professional certainty despite his psychological distress. "As someone who possesses an ancient Zoan myself, I understand what awakening looks like. This was something entirely different."
Zoan awakening was dangerous precisely because it often caused users to lose their humanity, becoming mindless beasts driven purely by instinct. The Jailer Beasts in Impel Down represented cautionary examples of what happened when Zoan users achieved awakening without sufficient mental discipline.
The upper limit of Zoan fruits is locked from the beginning, King recognized with bitter understanding. Only a genius who appears once per century can break through that bottleneck. But Chopper's transformation suggested a completely different path—not awakening through training, but communion with forces beyond our reality.
"Why did the entity have antlers?" Kaido wondered aloud. "If Chopper transformed into that thing, why maintain his reindeer characteristics? Unless..."
The implication hung unspoken in the air: perhaps the ultimate evolution of Zoan abilities wasn't mastering the beast within, but learning to communicate with the divine forces that inhabited realms beyond human understanding.
The Rumble Ball's role for Zoan users has been infinitely exaggerated, observers throughout the world concluded as they processed what they had witnessed. And Chopper's reputation as the God of Zoan is not in vain in later generations.
The role of the Rumble Ball for the Zoan Fruit ability users has been infinitely exaggerated, and Chopper's reputation as the God of the Zoan is not in vain in later generations.