Sexy Isekai: One Piece Most Wanted

The cold, gray walls of the prison echoed with the rhythmic tapping of polished boots. Kratos Saint Thanos strode forward, his Iron Man-inspired armor gleaming under the dim overhead lights. The air was thick with the stench of rust, sweat, and despair. He had come here for one reason: to gloat.

Inside the cell sat Calvin, motionless, his face obscured by the shadows. A pair of glowing red eyes flickered to life as Kratos approached, but he dismissed the eerie sight with a smirk.

"Well, well, look at you," Kratos mused, his voice filled with mocking amusement. "The infamous Calvin, reduced to nothing more than a caged rat."

Calvin said nothing, his expression unreadable. Kratos relished the silence. He enjoyed the power he held over his enemies, the absolute certainty that they were helpless before him. He leaned against the bars, feigning concern.

"Did you really think you could escape justice? That your pathetic little rebellion meant anything?" he sneered. "You're finished."

Kratos lifted his hand, activating his technopathy, a unique ability that allowed him to interface with machinery on a level no one else could. He intended only to savor Calvin's despair, perhaps interfere with whatever primitive cybernetics the prisoner might possess. But the moment he reached out with his mind, he felt it.

A signal.

Not a heartbeat. Not flesh and blood.

Cold. Metallic. Artificial.

His smirk faded. His connection to the digital world sharpened, and suddenly, he saw the truth. This wasn't Calvin.

It was a machine. A replica. A perfect imitation down to the smallest detail, except for one flaw—the signal. A hidden transmission pulsed from within the robotic clone, stretching out into the distance.

Kratos traced it, his mind accelerating through the vast networks of information, leaping across communication relays, following the path through the vast web of cyberspace.

The signal split into two.

One source: the Conomi Islands. The other: Baldimore.

Kratos chuckled. "Oh, Calvin... you clever little cockroach."

He pulled back, his mind retreating from the digital landscape.

The robot in the cell remained still, unaware that it had been discovered. He could have destroyed it then and there, but he had a better idea. A crueler idea.

Using his technopathy, he created a digital illusion within the machine's programming. To Calvin, nothing had changed. He would still see his world as he believed it to be.

 The prison, his captors, his desperate situation. But in reality, Kratos was feeding him fabricated moments—giving him hope, keeping him distracted.

Let him believe he was still hidden. Let him believe his grand plan was intact.

Because in mere hours, none of it would matter.

The Buster Calls commenced at dawn.

On the Conomi Islands, hellfire rained from the sky as the Marine fleet unleashed destruction. Villages burned, the land ruptured under relentless bombardment. Screams of men, women, and children were lost in the thunderous roar of cannons.

The islanders fought desperately, but against the might of the World Government, their resistance was futile.

Aboard the lead battleship, Kratos Saint Thanos clad in an iron man suit observed the carnage, sipping wine from an ornate goblet.

"Admiral Kizaru," Kratos said lazily, sipping from a goblet of the finest wine imported from the Grand Line, "ensure that not a single survivor escapes. I don't want another Ohara situation."

"That's quite the cruel order," Kizaru replied with his characteristic drawl, his golden light flickering as he prepared for battle. "But orders are orders, after all."

"Yare yare," Kizaru sighed, golden light flickering at his fingertips and quickly hit the island and culminating in explosions. "Such a terrifying order... but I suppose justice must be served."

At the same time, on Baldimore, another fleet descended upon the frozen wasteland. The World Government's forces stormed the hidden research facilities, their mission clear: eliminate Calvin's consciousness once and for all.

Deep within an underground chamber, vast servers hummed, pulsating with digital life. Calvin's mind flickered across countless screens, his artificial intelligence stretched to its limits as he attempted to transfer himself. He knew Kratos was coming. He could feel the encroaching doom.

"Warning: Structural Integrity at 60%," an automated voice droned.

"Damn it," Calvin cursed. "He found me too soon. I need more time—"

Above, Kratos activated his transponder snail. "Commence the destabilization."

Dr. Vegapunk's voice crackled through the line, hesitant. "Are you certain? If we overload the Arc Reactors—"

"Do it," Kratos ordered coldly.

In an instant, the Arc Reactors hidden beneath Baldimore surged with raw energy. Circuits overloaded, power grids shorted out, and an unstoppable chain reaction ignited. The underground complex trembled as explosions ripped through its core.

Simultaneously, on the Conomi Islands, the Buster Call reached its peak. Flames swallowed the archipelago, and Kizaru's golden beams pierced through the last of the resistance. The sky darkened with smoke, the ground ran red with blood.

Then, the Arc Reactors in Cocoyashi village detonated as well.

A blinding white light erupted, consuming everything in its path. The facility was wiped from existence in an instant, the explosion so vast that it could be seen from miles away. A seismic shockwave tore through the ice-covered terrain, sending massive fractures rippling across the land.

The very earth split apart.

From space, the destruction was breathtaking.

Two simultaneous blazes of annihilation, —one of fire, one of ice—erupting on opposite sides of the world.

Within the burning wreckage of Baldimore's data center, Calvin's artificial mind shattered. His voice, once commanding, distorted into broken static.

"No—NO! I CAN'T—" His final words were lost in the void as the last remnants of his consciousness burned away.

Kratos Saint Thanos exhaled in satisfaction, closing his eyes for a moment as he savored his victory. When he opened them, he turned to his commanders.

"And that," he said, raising his goblet once more, "is checkmate."

As the fires of the Conomi Islands smoldered and the frozen wasteland of Baldimore crumbled, Kratos Saint Thanos looked to the horizon. His campaign of destruction was far from over.