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Chapter 57: The 27th Holy Weapon! The Weapon That Should Not Exist!
Somewhere in the middle of the desert is a café called Sandy Café, and unfortunately, it's closed. The café owner, a young woman with long curly blue hair, is sitting behind the table reading newspaper.

"Merry Christmas! Cheers to all!" comes shouting a voice from outside the door. The door slams open and a short fat woman steps in, followed by a big fat man. "Good to see you, Paula!" says the fat woman. "How's business?"

"The same as usual, Ms. Merry Christmas," replies Paula the café owner. "And it's good to see you and Mr. 4 here."

Ms. Merry Christmas sits down at a chair and slaps the table rapidly. "Quick! I want orange tea, and make it quick!"

"Okay, and apple tea will do for you, Mr. 4?" Paula asks the fat man.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeesssssssss…" replies Mr. 4 really slowly, and I do mean SLOW.

"Don't make it hot!" says Ms. MC quickly while continuing to slap the table. "I want to drink it fast!"

"You're still as energetic as ever, Ms. Merry Christmas. And how's work going?" says Paula as she offers them their drinks. The moment she got hold of her cup, Ms. MC pours the tea into her mouth in less than a second.

"Work is fine! You screw up; you die! That makes me excited!" replies Ms. MC cheerfully. "Ow! My hip hurts! Mr. 4, massage for me!"

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssss…" replies Mr. 4.

Then they hear some funky ballet music coming from outside. "What's this silly music you play in your café?" asks Ms. MC.

"But I play sonata in here, not ballet music," says Paula.

Outside, a long line of people are dancing their way towards the café. "In this world, there are men. In this world, there are women," says Mr. 2, the person in lead of the line. "But there is a third lesser known gender called okama. Therefore…"

Then his subordinates shout out, "Strongest!"

"Okama Way! Okama Way! Okama Way! The strongest of all! Oh, Come Away!" they all sing out loud together.

Mr. 2 dances his way into the café, kicking the door open in the process. "I'm here! Do you like my grand entrance?"

"I think it's stupid…" replies Paula.

Mr. 2 sees Mr. 4 massaging Ms. MC, who is lying on a table. "Eh? Aren't you two the fatty pair?"

"Can't you address us by something nicer!" Ms. MC shouts angrily at him.

Mr. 2 sits down on a chair and orders a takopa.

"Takopa…?" says Paula curiously.

"Of course, you know what a takopa is! It's octopus parfait!" Mr. 2 tells her. "And by the way, all of us agents are supposed to meet here, right? That means I'm going to meet Mr. 1 pair also! I haven't really seen them face to face yet."

As they sit down to drink and chat, the door suddenly slams open and a large strong man steps inside. He has a beaten up and bloodied guy in his hand and throws him onto the floor. "This guy was doing strange movements in the desert," says the strong man. "He's not dead yet."

"Nooooo! What have you done to my subordinate!" cries Mr. 2.

"You know him? Having strange friends will bring you disaster."

"He's my subordinate and you have no right to hurt him!" Mr. 2 angrily jumps at the strong man and stretches his leg out to kick him. The man quickly steps aside to avoid the incoming kick, and he swings his arm at Mr. 2, but the gay ballerina quickly ducks down to avoid it. Then he performs a leg sweep around the floor, but the man jumps up to avoid it.

While the man is still in midair, Mr. 2 kicks him in the abdomen hard, sending him outside the café, crashing through the wall in the process.

The man falls onto the sand and tumbles back a bit, and then stands up. "You have a death wish, don't you!"

Paula runs in front of the strong man and says, "Mr. 1, enough! Hold your anger!"

"Step aside, Ms. Doublefinger. I'm going to kill him!" says that strong man known as Mr. 1.

Mr. 4 is holding Mr. 2 tightly so he can't move. "Let me go! I want to teach that baldy a lesson!" says Mr. 2 while trying to struggle off Mr. 4's grasp.

"Calm your anger, Mr. 2!" says Paula, who is actually Ms. Doublefinger—Mr. 1's female partner. "It is pointless for us officer agents to fight each other. Now that we're all here, we should be going to the boss's hideout."

-

Back in Gennai's house…

"What's so special about the 27th Holy Weapon?" asks Parry. "It's not like there can only be 26."

"But Master Hand told us there's only 26," says Peach.

"True, the original was 26, but the 27th came a few years after they were created," says Gennai. "And the 27th weapon should never have existed in the first place."

"Why's that?" asks Pichu.

"Because that weapon is said to be the most powerful. Its power combined is stronger than all other 26 combined."

"Then wouldn't it be useful for taking down the Darkling King?" asks Captain Falcon.

"True, it can take down the Darkling easily, but…"

"But what?"

"Firstly, you know that Holy Weapons can only damage those with an evil heart, right?"

"Yes, we know."

"But this 27th weapon isn't as holy as its title. This weapon destroys EVERYTHING."

"That's scary!" says Peach.

"Because of this, this weapon, dubbed Armageddon, is the black sheep among the Holy Weapons."

"Cool name!" says Parry.

"If this weapon shouldn't be made, then how come it still came into existence?" Roy asks Gennai.

"From what I learn, Armageddon isn't made from pure Hand genes. The other 26 are made purely from the genes of the Royal Hand Family, but this one isn't."

"Then how is it made?" asks Game & Watch.

"The Hands at first intended to create 27 of them, but the amount of genes and DNA they have to donate proved too much to create that much weapon, so only 26 was made. But one of the Hands insisted on making the 27th."

"And?"

"The others didn't want to help him, so he set off to work alone. Now each weapon is made from the genes of every single member of the Hand Family, but because this Hand is the only person making it, his genes alone aren't enough to create the 27th."

"So what did he do?"

"So he borrowed the genes of various living things he can gather. Since the weapons can only be made from the genes of the most powerful being, and the only other powerful beings besides the Hand are none other than the Darkling."

"So you mean Armageddon is actually partly made from a Darkling?" asks Roy. "But where did he get a Darkling when they were all sealed up by the time these weapons are made?"

"That is one thing that I do not understand clearly. You should ask Crazy Hand or Master Hand about it. And when the genes of the Darkling and the Hand are combined together, it created the Armageddon. Because of the genes of both holiness and evil are fused together, it created a neutral type weapon that sides with nobody."

"Then we should get our hands on that and use it against the Darkling King!" insists CF.

"You cannot!" Gennai shouts at him. "It is said that whoever uses the Armageddon and claims it for peace purpose will get obsessed with power and forget what his or her goal is in the first place, and therefore, become corrupted. You must not use that weapon!"

"Fine…" grumbles CF.

"But why would Crocodile want that weapon?" asks Peach.

"Perhaps he is following the Darling King's orders?" says Marth.

"I don't know, but whatever his goal is, we cannot allow him to get his hands on it. And if you're curious, the 27th weapon is supposedly buried in this desert," says Gennai.

"So that's why they capture you so that they can force you to spit out the exact location," says Dr. Mario

"I do not really know the exact location, but it is most likely hidden in the Digital Ruins, a place about a whole day drive from this place."

-

Out in the desert, a Vermilimon is walking across the sand while carrying a large carriage behind it. Vermilimon looks identical to Monochromon, except their skin color is dark purple.

"I never thought you are Ms. Doublefinger, Paula!" Mr. 2 says to Ms. DF.

"I never said I wasn't either," replies Ms. DF.

"Look, that's the hideout," says Mr. 1, pointing at a large pyramid not far from their current location.

The hideout is a pyramid, but a funny looking one, because the pyramid is upside-down! The tip is standing on the ground and the base is in the air! Funny how it can still stand, right?

The Vermilimon stops at the entrance of the pyramid and the officer agents step out and head through the entrance. In there, a knight-like Digimon called Knightmon leads them through a long winding hallway. It's just like a maze inside.

After much walking and complaining of painful hip from Ms. Merry Christmas, they finally come into a large well-decorated room with a large table in the middle. It seems that there are two people already waiting for them. Believe or not, it's Mr. 5 and Ms. Valentine!

"Mr. 5 and Ms. Valentine!" says Ms. DF surprised. "I thought you both died in Congo Bongo!"

"Yeah, if we weren't rescued by an aquatic Darkling, then we would've drowned and eaten by the piranhas," says Ms. Valentine.

"Boss is giving us one more chance to get things right," says Mr. 5.

They all sit down at their seats and wait for the boss to appear. "I can't wait anymore!" complains Ms. MC. "I want to see something entertaining!"

"You want to see something entertaining? Then I'll show you a spin!" Mr. 2 gets up and spins around on his toe. "Spin! Spin! Spin around!"

"Stop it! It hurts to watch!" Ms. MC shouts at him.

"Would you please be quiet, Ms. MC?" Ms. DF tells her.

"You people don't get along very well, eh?" says a voice from nowhere.

"Who are you?" asks Mr. 1. "Show yourself!"

"Is that how your attitude should be when talking to your boss?"

Several sand flows in the room and circles around them, making them surprised. "What's with these sands?" wonders Ms. Valetine.

"Don't they close the windows around here?" asks Ms. MC.

The sands gather at an armchair and slowly materialize into a form of a man—Crocodile! "Greetings, officer agents. I am your boss, Crocodile."

The officer agents are all shocked. "What! Crocodile!" gasps Mr. 2.

"One of the Shichibukai!" gasps Mr. 5.

"He's such a big shot!" exclaims Ms. MC.

"You're our… boss!" asks Mr. 1.

Crocodile shot a glare at him. "Any comments?"

"No comments… But I want to know something. Why would you, who work for the government, not only form a criminal organization but also ally with the Darkling King?" asks Ms. DF.

"It's simple. There's only one answer to this: Control. Yes, I want to bring this world under my control. Forming a criminal organization isn't enough to accomplish my wants, so I joined force with the Darkling King, Naraku. But I never intended to serve him in the first place."

"Then why do you become his lackey?" asks Mr. 2.

"It is to gain his trust. My powers prove me strong enough to earn the title Dark Lord. But that is not enough; I want to become the king! I will pull Naraku down from his position and become king myself! And the entire world will be mines to control!"

"How will you do it?" asks Mr. 5. "The Darkling King's power is said to surpass everyone's else."

"That is why I want to get my hands on the 27th Holy Weapon, the Armageddon!"

"The 27th! Isn't there supposed to be only 26?" asks Mr. 1.

"It's true, but the 27th came into existence. It is the black sheep among the Holy Weapons, as those with an evil heart can also claim it. With the Armageddon in my hands, even the Darkling King will tremble before it!"

"But how will we find the Armageddon?" asks Ms. Valentine.

"I have sent Mr. 3 and Ms. Goldenweek to capture Gennai of File City. He knows where it is. Actually, I already know where the weapon is located, but I need to know the exact details from him on how to obtain it. I believe Mr. 3 will be back shortly."

The Knightmon approaches Crocodile and tells him that Mr. 3 has returned. "Good, let him in," says Crocodile, so the Knightmon lets Mr. 3 in. "It's good to have you back, Mr. 3."

"It is, Mr. 0," says Mr. 3. "But I have to make an apologize."

"Talk about that later. Where is the prisoner? And furthermore, where's Ms. Goldenweek?"

"She was with me a while ago. I think it was when we pass that café, and she stayed there without my consent."

-

In the middle of the desert, there is a restaurant called Digitamamon's Café, owned by an egg Digimon called Digitamamon. Ms. GW is inside relaxing. Maybe it's because she had enough of this criminal organization thing that she didn't want to go to the hideout.

-

Anyway, back in the pyramid hideout…

"So where's Gennai?" asks Crocodile.

"I have to tell you the truth…" confesses Mr. 3. "But the Smashers took him away…"

"Say what?"

"I said I lost the prisoner! The Smashers rescued him!"

"You lost the prisoner!" Crocodile starts to tremble violently.

"Please forgive me, boss! Give me another chance and I will go bring Gennai to you again!"

"You know that I do not accept failures! I gave you another chance after you failed to kill the Smashers in Halloween Town, and you failed me the second time!" Crocodile grabs him by the throat and Mr. 3's skin begin to dry up!

"What is that strange power!" gasp the other officer agents.

Crocodile drops Mr. 3 onto the floor. "Water… water… I need water…" says Mr. 3.

"You want water? I'll give you water," says Crocodile. He taps the floor lightly with his foot and a trapdoor appears beneath Mr. 3, dropping him into it.

He falls to the lower floor, which consists of a platform surrounded by water. "Water… Where is this…?"

Suddenly, a large Seadramon, sea serpent-type Digimon, emerges from the water and growls at Mr. 3. "A Seadramon… No…!" cries Mr. 3. The Seadramon opens its mouth and lunges at Mr. 3

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Back on the upper floor, the officer agents are trembling with great fear.

"This is what happens to those who fail their duties too many times," says Crocodile.

"So how are we going to get the weapon now?" asks Mr. 2.

"I always have backup plans in case the first one fails. And now is the time to start it." Crocodile hands each of the agents a sheet of paper. "On these papers are your missions, and you must not fail it! You know the consequences."

The agents gulp in fear, and say, "Yes!"

"Good. We will begin tomorrow morning! Nothing will stop me from becoming the ruler of this world! Hahahahahahahaha!"

TO BE CONTINUED…

Let's just pretend that the Shichibukai of One Piece also exists in this world, but I'm not going to go into that extent to bring Mihawk and the others into it. They have nothing to do with this story anyway.

So Crocodile is turning against the Darkling King. Does that means he is the Smashers' ally? You'll have to find out!