I, The Celestial Dragon, Rule The Heavens Through The Double Gate

"Oh?"

Kaos looked in surprise.

The potion was green, like grass.

Kaos took it, examined it, and sniffed it. It was odorless.

"What effect does it have?"

Vegapunk replied, "The effect is very potent. It works on anyone who takes it, with the enhancement depending on the person's physique. The better the physique, the greater the increase."

"If a person's physical attribute is a '1,' then the maximum enhancement this potion can provide is up to '5.'"

"In that case, the effect is indeed very powerful," Kaos remarked, his eyes lighting up with surprise.

However, for someone at the peak of strength in the pirate world, like Garp, any improvement was extremely difficult.

If this potion could enhance them by fivefold, it would indeed be a huge breakthrough!

Still, Kaos couldn't hide a hint of disappointment. "The virus's effects should go beyond that. I believe its greatest potential lies in enabling people to master even greater powers."

"Like a Devil Fruit," he added.

"In that regard, doctor, have you done any research?"

Vegapunk nodded. "Naturally, as Your Highness said, that is indeed the ability of the virus. From the upgraded zombies, I have confirmed that the virus bears similarities to the Lineage Factor and can produce enhancements through fusion with human genes."

"The zombies we captured alive before displayed significant power enhancements."

"This type of enhancement follows certain rules."

"But replicating this enhancement and incorporating it into potions will require time. I suspect the primary material needed lies within the crystals."

Kaos didn't press further. After a moment of contemplation, he asked, "Does this potion have a name?"

"Not yet, Your Highness. If you'd like, you can name it."

"Then let's call it 'Potion No. 1,'" Kaos said decisively. "Can Potion No. 1, developed from the virus, be mass-produced?"

"As long as we have enough virus samples, yes."

"Good."

This was excellent news—it meant the potion could be produced in large quantities. With it, the World Government would have access to an army of elite fighters.

"If production is feasible, proceed immediately," Kaos ordered. "Also, how is the research on controlling zombies progressing?"

At this, Vegapunk's expression turned serious. "Similar to the enhanced potion, this too requires time. However, I have a theory. Zombies, though mindless and appearing irrational, possess a unique form of spiritual energy that distinguishes them from ordinary beings."

"This might be the key to controlling them."

"Work on it as quickly as possible. The World Government needs this capability."

"Understood."

Kaos discussed a few more details, obtained the production line blueprints for modern weapons from Vegapunk, and left that world. He returned to Mariejois to hand over the blueprints to the Five Elders for construction and production planning.

During this period, Kaos reported to the Five Elders: "I have acquired the Angel Fruit. Thanks to its power, I've gained a group of believers in another world, which contributes to a form of faith-based power. However, it's far from sufficient to open the second world."

"For now, release some slaves."

The Five Elders exchanged glances and frowned slightly in thought.

"Release some of the slaves?"

"Yes, just a test run. If anything goes wrong, we can make adjustments in time."

"That makes sense, but the number released must be strictly controlled."

"It's best to start with the slaves in the Four Seas region. Most of our churches are established there, after all."

"We should also ensure widespread publicity so that people become aware of this. It could help gather faith."

"Agreed. Currently, most of the CP organizations are dispatched to the other world. For this, we may need to rely on others. Have you decided who will handle it?"

The World Government's elite forces were mostly engaged in the other world. Although the god-making plan was entering its initial stages, meticulous preparation was still necessary. Publicity was crucial.

The elder with the sword thought for a moment before suggesting, "We don't need to involve the World News Agency. If Morgans gets involved, he might seize the opportunity to uncover details about the other world, which we cannot disclose for now. Local personnel in different regions would be more suitable."

Kaos tapped the table lightly. "Leave North Blue to Doflamingo. As an ex-Celestial Dragon, he'll be easier to handle."

"Assign West Blue to the local gangsters."

"For East Blue and South Blue, send Celestial Dragons to negotiate with the kingdoms in those regions. Let those kingdoms handle the publicity."

Then, Kaos added coldly, "If any kingdom refuses to cooperate, destroy them."

The Five Elders looked at each other and nodded.

The elder with the mustache gave a reminder: "Be cautious with Doflamingo. He was kept alive because he could prove useful, but we're well aware of his ambitions."

"While he's insignificant, we cannot afford failure in the god-making plan due to external factors. If he disobeys, eliminate him."

"Agreed."

"Agreed."

An important decision was made.

East Blue, South Curle Island

A large island with several villages and towns, housing thousands of residents.

At the moment, outside a bustling church, believers came and went, offering prayers before leaving.

At the entrance to the church stood a man in black robes holding a book decorated with golden wings. With a gentle smile, he greeted each departing believer.

"Ms. Kesi, your complexion looks much better now."

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Bishop. Without your help, I wouldn't have recovered so quickly. I'm grateful for the church's free medical services."

"Don't thank me; thank the Lord. The Lord blesses all His believers."

"Yes, thank the Lord."

"Mr. Guy, you're done praying already?"

"Yes, but I'll pray again at home before bed tonight."

"The Lord will be pleased with a devoted believer like you."

"God bless me."

The bishop remembered every believer's name. To the locals, he was a kind, compassionate elder who helped with any trouble in the nearby villages.

When the last believer left, the bishop's warm smile faded, replaced by an indifferent expression.

Suddenly, the phone bug rang.

The bishop returned to the church and closed the doors. The clergy inside no longer wore the benevolent expressions they showed believers. Their faces were calm and emotionless.

The bishop retrieved the phone bug and answered. After listening silently, he received a single command:

"Take action."

He put the phone bug away and turned to the church's interior, where a stone statue stood—a depiction of a fictional deity.

Disdain flashed in his eyes as he waved his hand. "Replace that statue with His Highness's."

"Yes, sir."

Two subordinates carefully carried out a statue draped in black cloth from a hidden room. When unveiled, a golden statue of Kaos was revealed.

This wasn't mere gold plating; it was solid gold.

Sneering, the bishop pointed to the old statue and commanded, "Smash that and place His Highness's statue in its place."

"Yes, my lord."

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[Give me your power stones guys and thank you.]