Saint Dio lingered no longer.
No matter how beautiful a body, tasting it day and night would eventually turn bland.
Besides, Stussy’s utterly unfair and voluptuous figure had only gradually shed its initial naivety to bloom into this mature, decadent peach-like charm under his years of meticulous “development” and training.
He knew the rise and fall of every inch of this body better than anyone.
He rolled out of bed, his bare feet stepping onto the cool marble floor, and carelessly grabbed the clothes draped over the hanger.
It was an impeccably tailored white coat, its fabric crisp and straight, its length reaching almost to his knees.
The coat featured a dark gray inner lining and a simple black belt at the waist, which accentuated the imposing inverted-triangle physique of a young man who, though not fully grown, already possessed an overwhelming presence.
He tied the belt, his dazzling white hair cascading freely over his shoulders.
A few loose strands fell forward, and combined with his placid eyes, he exuded a coldness and majesty that completely defied his age.
“Are you sure you’ve confirmed everything, Stussy?” He did not look back as he questioned the woman behind him.
The woman on the bed—Stussy—slowly sat up.
Her messy golden curls cascaded over her bare, fragrant shoulders.
She stretched languidly, her heavy, full breasts swaying with the movement.
Then, her voice still tinged with the afterglow of their passion, she reported obediently: “The Kuja Pirates’ ship is already on its way to the Sabaody Archipelago.
Based on their current speed, they are about two days away.” At her words, Saint Dio’s eyes narrowed slightly, as if he were calculating something.
“Prepare the ship,” he said, the two words clipped and concise.
“Prepare for departure.” A flash of excitement gleamed in Stussy’s eyes.
She immediately rolled out of bed and gave a crisp, efficient bow.
“Understood!” A moment later, when Saint Dio met her again in the outer hall of his bedchamber, she had completely transformed.
The voluptuous beauty who had just been languishing in bed, all charm and submission, was gone.
In her place stood a sharp, professional elite in a pure white uniform.
The tight-fitting white dress accentuated her breathtaking curves, while a pink bow tied at the collar added a touch of coquettish color to the austere white.
Her long legs were encased in tight white stockings, her feet shod in matching high heels.
A flowing white cloak draped over her shoulders, and her hands were gloved in pristine white.
The entire ensemble was sharp and professional—the signature uniform of CP0, the World Government’s highest intelligence agency.
Stussy’s identity was now self-evident.
She was a clone of Buckingham Stussy, a former member of the Rocks Pirates, and the first successful subject of the MADS organization’s cloning experiments.
She was also Vegapunk’s mole embedded within the World Government.
In the original timeline, she had been recruited into CP0 when Vegapunk was brought into the government’s service.
However, in this world, before she could be formally inducted into CP0, Saint Dio had directly requested her from the Five Elders, removing her from the World Government’s general roster.
Now, Stussy was not only a CP0 agent but also Saint Priapus Dio’s private property.
As for her role as Vegapunk’s mole, Saint Dio had been fully aware of it from the beginning.
His solution to the problem was crude and direct, yet remarkably effective.
No threats or bribes were needed, nor any intricate schemes.
All that was required was the complete conquest of her body and mind.
As for the specific methods of this “conquest,” Saint Dio had his own unique form of “physical discipline.” Through years of his relentless, hands-on approach, Stussy’s heart—once loyal to Vegapunk—had gradually and imperceptibly strayed from its original path.
“The ship is ready, Lord Saint Dio.
We can depart at any time.” Stussy knelt on one knee.
Saint Dio nodded slightly, casually smoothing his robes.
Though he called it “packing,” he had almost nothing to bring.
In this world, the only object he truly trusted and required was that single sword.
He wore it tucked carelessly behind his waist, without a scabbard, its blade exposed to the open air.
The steel was a deep, dark silver that seemed to swallow the surrounding light, occasionally flashing a cold glint as he moved.
“Let’s go,” Saint Dio said softly, stepping out of the bedchamber first.
The two walked side by side down the broad, white-marble-paved streets of Mary Geoise.
Sunlight poured down, illuminating the splendor and sanctity of this “God’s Domain.” Other World Nobles traveled either in gold-inlaid palanquins carried by slaves or astride massive, exotic beasts, followed by rows of attendants and guards.
Their ostentatious displays were as if they feared others might not know they were “gods.” Only Saint Dio walked on his own two feet, step by step, with only Stussy by his side.
What was more intriguing was that the other World Nobles they encountered along the way, upon spotting that dazzling white hair and that signature scabbardless longsword from afar, saw their arrogance instantly turn to terror.
As if they had seen a plague god, they hurriedly pulled their attendants and slaves, scrambling to the sides of the road.
Some even went so far as to duck into side alleys, all to avoid a direct encounter with the white-haired youth.
In an instant, the broad avenue was left completely clear, with only Saint Dio and Stussy walking unobstructed.
Saint Dio kept his gaze fixed straight ahead, not even granting a single glance to those “kinsmen” who were so desperate to avoid him.
He had long grown accustomed to this treatment—or rather, this was precisely the effect he desired.
A swarm of parasites wallowing in privilege and corruption—they weren’t worth a single shred of his emotion.
Yet, amidst this splendor, Saint Dio’s figure appeared utterly out of place.
Only after leaving the core area of Mary Geoise and reaching the port, confirming that no other World Nobles were in sight, did a trace of undisguised disgust finally surface on Saint Dio’s face, which had been as impassive as ice.
“What a bunch of swine,” he murmured, his voice as cold as frost, laced with a contempt that seeped from his very bones.
As the words left his lips, a slender hand clad in a white glove gently touched the corner of his mouth.
“Lord Saint Dio,” Stussy said, slightly rising on her tiptoes as her doll-like, exquisite face drew close.
“Your expression…
you’re about to lose control.” Saint Dio stiffened slightly, then quickly composed his features, restoring his usual mask of unflappable indifference.
He took a deep breath, the air of Mary Geoise—a mix of salt spray and sanctity—filling his lungs.
Gazing at the churning sea of clouds at the edge of the Red Line, Saint Dio fell into thought.
“It seems I still cannot freely control these things.” The disgust and killing intent he had accumulated over the years would always surface in unexpected moments.
“Someday…” He didn’t finish his sentence.
But Stussy knew.
She understood better than anyone the kind of world-shaking plan hidden within the heart of this seemingly aloof young man.
—Slaughter every single World Noble.
This was no tragic drama of a “World Noble self-revolution.” On the contrary, as a transmigrator, Saint Dio had already embraced his own identity.
Precisely because of this, he could not tolerate them.
He would protect his own class, but that didn’t mean he would protect his swine-like kin.
In his eyes, there were too many World Nobles.
Gods—one is enough.
This mad thought, like a seed buried deep in his heart, had taken root and sprouted as he grew older and accumulated strength, eventually growing into a towering tree.
Aside from Stussy, the woman he had completely conquered inside and out, no one else knew of the ambition hidden in his depths.
But Saint Dio also knew clearly that he was not yet strong enough.
With his current strength, challenging the entire World Government—let alone its true ruler—was no different from an ant trying to shake a tree.
To truly overthrow that exalted class, he needed to amass power, patiently lay his plans, and wait for the right moment.
To this end, he fully exploited his greatest advantage as a transmigrator: his knowledge of the original story.
While others remained unaware, he had already begun to move in the shadows.
He used every means at his disposal to secure Devil Fruits that would later become legendary.
He turned Stussy from Vegapunk’s pawn into his own trusted confidante, building his own intelligence network.
His objective in traveling to the Sabaody Archipelago this time was also to intercept.
Intercept the future “Pirate Empress,” Boa Hancock, and her two sisters.
Saint Dio had always adhered to the principle of cautious intervention regarding the original plot.
He knew very well that his greatest advantage was his insight into the future.
If he were to recklessly intervene at a critical juncture and cause the plot to deviate uncontrollably, he would lose his most precious trump card—his knowledge of the future.
Therefore, his guiding principle was to act with utmost care, ensuring that his interventions did not disrupt major plot points.