"The Left Hand of the Gods, the Hand of Hermes?"
Daemon could feel something strange coursing through him. His heart stirred as his left hand suddenly transformed—shifting into a black-gold appendage covered in divine markings. An indescribable aura of power, one that could only be associated with gods, enveloped his hand.
Although Daemon had never encountered a true god, the aura radiating from his left hand left no doubt—this was divine power.
As he inspected the details of his new ability, the description appeared clear in his mind:
Hand of Hermes: Hermes, the god of thieves, had stolen Apollo's sacred cow on the very first day of his life. The master who wields the 'Left Hand of the Gods' will plunder the abilities and legacies of those slain, turning their biographies into fantasy weapons that enhance the wielder's power.
Daemon stared, processing the meaning of the description.
"Ah… Godslayer + Fate's Heroic Spirit Treasure?" Daemon mused aloud, his thoughts momentarily drifting to works from his previous life.
In his past, he had encountered Godslayer—a concept that involved killing gods and seizing their authority. Similarly, Fate's Treasure referred to weapons forged from the life stories of legendary figures, their strength defined by the myth and glory that surrounded them.
His 'Hand of Hermes' seemed to perfectly merge these two concepts.
"Steal the legends of the deceased and use them to create weapons…" Daemon smirked. "This could be interesting."
Despite the overwhelming power of this ability, Daemon was unsure about its full extent and effects. But he was eager to test it.
He was just about to contemplate more when his attention shifted back to the chat group. His reward had sparked interest, and the members of the group were already buzzing with curiosity about what kind of ability he had received.
Since he had no intention of killing any group members—he wasn't worried about getting expelled—Daemon casually shared the details with the group.
Daemon: "[Picture]"
The members reacted almost instantly.
Sakura Tosaka: "Huh? Brother Daemon shared the reward he received?"
Esdeath: "The Hand of Hermes, the Left Hand of the Gods… This seems extraordinary! It's fascinating!"
In the world of Akame ga Kill, Esdeath gazed at the image and information Daemon had shared, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Her body trembled slightly from the sheer power emanating from the divine hand, even though she had never witnessed a god herself.
The sensation of power made her soul quiver. She instinctively knew this was possibly the most powerful reward to date in the chat group.
Others shared similar feelings.
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "What is this? Looking at the picture, I feel like my brain just got hit by a heavy hammer. This isn't just some fantasy ability—it's the power of a god!"
Miyuki Uchiha: "Oh no, I can feel it too~."
Miyuki Uchiha: "The Hand of the Gods… the Left Hand of the Gods! If only I had that power, I could make all the beautiful girls in the Naruto world mine! I'd be so happy!"
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "..."
Sakura Tosaka: "... Sister Miyuki is at it again."
Yamamoto Mei whispered: "Shut up, you slut!"
Yamamoto Mei: "@Daemon, this seems like a mix between God Slayer and Fate Treasure?"
Esdeath: "Exactly! The more legendary the person you kill, the more powerful the weapon you create. This is a true 'Hand of God'—it's as strong as the legends themselves, with no limits!"
Miyuki Uchiha: "Wait, is it really that powerful?"
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Of course! This looks like a god-tier ability! I'm pretty sure even light novels wouldn't dare give the protagonist a power this ridiculous!"
The group quickly understood the immense potential of Daemon's ability. It wasn't just another system reward; it was a limitless power that could grow infinitely as long as Daemon continued to defeat strong opponents.
Envy mixed with awe filled the group's conversation.
But the chat wasn't just filled with admiration—another question began to form.
Yamamoto Mei: "Daemon, who will you test your 'God's Hand' on first?"
Uchiha Miyuki: "I'm also curious! Your Highness Daemon, we don't even know when you've arrived in the One Piece world, but we can offer suggestions."
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "I'm looking forward to it."
Sakura Tosaka: "Hmm, I'm curious too."
Esdeath: "I can't wait!"
Daemon smiled, a cold gleam in his golden eyes. "It's actually the year 1498 of the Sea Calendar. The Pirate King, Roger, has just surrendered."
Miyuki Uchiha: "Pirate King Roger?! My God, you're so lucky!"
Yamamoto Mei: "... That's right, Daemon, you're in luck."
Esdeath: "Pirate King, the man who ruled the seas... I'm curious about what kind of Fantasy Treasure you'll create from him."
Daemon's Hand of Hermes took into account the legend and fame of the person whose life was stolen. In the world of One Piece, Gol D. Roger, the Pirate King, was at the top of the legendary ladder. Few could compare to his influence and power.
What made it even more interesting was that Roger had surrendered after being diagnosed with a terminal illness. This made him an easier target for Daemon, but the treasure that came from his death would undoubtedly be monumental.
"Stussy!" Daemon's voice rang through his private room, sharp and commanding.
Stussy, his loyal assistant, quickly appeared.
"Inform the Navy and have Vice Admiral Akainu escort me to Impel Down. I want to witness the wails and misery of the pirate scum. We're going to take a little sightseeing tour."