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The appearance of the five Admirals rekindled the interest of pirates in the New World, who had been planning to leave after the spectacle.

However, fewer pirates lingered compared to when Zyhark and Kaido first clashed. After all, the earlier shockwaves of battle meant watching came with the risk of being reduced to ash!

Those still present were the few who had confidence in their own strength.

On the ship farthest from Wano, a simple vessel bound with large wooden stakes, the surrounding pirate captains dared not approach, keeping a safe distance.

The ship, flying a flag with three skulls, belonged to none other than the Blackbeard Pirates, who had recently earned the title of the Fifth Emperor of the Sea! Several unsightly figures stood on the bow.

"Captain, the battle on the island is getting more intense," the sniper Van Augur remarked as he watched the Wano battlefield.

"To think the Navy deployed five Admirals at once. Quite the show,"

Burgess said, chuckling as he took a swig, his drunken grin unsettling.

After the recent mass escape from Impel Down led by Shiki, numerous infamous criminals had broken free. Unlike the original events, some continued to follow Shiki, while others were absorbed by Blackbeard's rapidly rising power.

Listening to his crew's chatter, their leader spread his arms with a wide, wicked grin.

"Zehahaha! Isn't that even better? We came to claim Kaido's and Big Mom's Devil Fruit powers, and now we have a few Admirals here too. Maybe we can grab a Rumble-Rumble Fruit! That kind of haul would be incredible!"

Teach's gaze was fixed on the distant battlefield, eyes brimming with greed.

In the three years since obtaining the Dark-Dark Fruit, they had seized several powerful fruits, including the Teleport-Teleport and Pegasus Fruits. If they could grab those so-called invincible Logia fruits here in Wano, his dream of ruling the seas would be within reach!

Normally, the cunning Teach wouldn't dare to challenge a Yonko or Admiral head-on.

But now, with the Demon King Organization openly waging war against Kaido and Big Mom, he had a golden opportunity!

"I really should thank Zyhark for helping me out!" Teach laughed.

"Oh? Is that so? You're quite polite."

"Zehahaha! Of course—wait, what?!"

Teach instinctively replied, then quickly realized the voice was unfamiliar. He turned and broke out in a cold sweat.

There, standing on the mast of his ship, blue lightning crackling around him, was Zyhark—the man who should have been far away on the Wano battlefield!

The Blackbeard Pirates' officers immediately went on high alert, weapons at the ready, their faces tense.

They had personally witnessed Zyhark's terrifying power, having seen him defeat the so-called strongest creature, Kaido, in a direct fight! Just meeting his calm gaze made their hearts race with overwhelming fear!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The piercing sound of gunfire shattered the silence as Van Augur decisively fired.

Crackle, crackle.

Zyhark's forehead, throat, and heart were pierced, but electric arcs danced in the transparent holes.

Van Augur frowned slightly.

His bullets had been coated in Armament Haki, making elementalization avoidance impossible.

The only explanation was that Zyhark's Observation Haki far surpassed his own, allowing him to elementalize preemptively!

"What a terrifying man…"

Van Augur muttered, but in the next instant, his pupils shrank.

Sensing extreme danger, he activated his newly acquired Teleportation Fruit ability.

Boom!

The moment he vanished, a bolt of blue lightning struck the plank he had stood on, charring it.

But that wasn't the only bolt—another fell at the ship's stern, where Van Augur had reappeared, striking him directly!

In the blink of an eye, from firing his gun to collapsing on the deck, Van Augur lay unmoving by the time the Blackbeard Pirates registered what had happened…

The Teleportation Fruit was indeed a powerful ability, but unfortunately, Van Augur encountered Zyhark, whose Observation Haki spanned thousands of meters and whose speed was unparalleled!

"Fool! That man is way out of your league!"

Teach cursed, watching as Lafitte and others carried the unconscious Van Augur away.

"This is just a small warning, Marshall D. Teach," Zyhark said calmly.

Hearing this, Teach's fierce eyes grew darker, and a thick black mist started to seep from his body.

"Arrogant brat, don't get ahead of yourself. You think you can take us all on with that worn-out body of yours?"

Seizing the moment Zyhark's attention shifted, Teach swiftly attacked, his fingers curling as darkness writhed.

"Dark Vortex!"

No matter the target's exceptional physical gifts or reflexes, if they were a Devil Fruit user, they couldn't possibly withstand his power!

Black mist gathered in his palm, forming a dark vortex resembling a black hole.

Invisibly, a terrifying force crossed the distance, attempting to pull Zyhark in.

One second, two seconds, three seconds…

Zyhark stood atop the mast with his hands in his pockets, completely unaffected.

Teach's sneering grin, confident in his ambush, slowly froze, his missing teeth clearly visible.

Even as he increased the pull of his Dark-Dark Fruit, the scene he envisioned of Zyhark helplessly flying toward him, spitting blood from his fists, refused to materialize!

"What? Impossible!"

Teach's forehead beaded with cold sweat, his wide-eyed gaze brimming with disbelief.

The supposedly invincible power of the Dark-Dark Fruit was utterly ineffective against Zyhark, a user of the Rumble-Rumble Fruit?!

"Give it up, Teach. I know all your tricks."

Zyhark smiled calmly, relishing the look of shock on Teach's face.

His Devil Fruit power had been purified by a ditzy goddess, turning it into a clean, toxin-free version.

If he could ignore the sea's weakness, a mere Dark-Dark Fruit was no threat!

Crackle!

A red-and-black electric arc surged from Zyhark's back, accompanied by countless golden rings that illuminated the entire Blackbeard ship.

Standing high above, he gazed down on the chaotic Blackbeard Pirates.

"Fight me or get lost—choose, Teach!"

Just as Teach had suspected, despite absorbing considerable strength from Yamato, Zyhark could only barely counter the side effects of his passive ability.

Now, given the hidden secrets within Teach, who once injured Shanks, along with the ongoing battles in Wano, Zyhark had no plans to eliminate the Blackbeard Pirates here.

After all, he wasn't Whitebeard; he had no obligation to discipline someone else's "sons!"

On deck, Teach glared fiercely at Zyhark, his eyes practically aflame.

After a few seconds of tension, Teach finally laughed it off. "Zehahaha! Now's not the time to fight a man like him."

"Alright, men, retreat!"

Under the watchful eyes of the wary New World pirates, the Blackbeard Pirates raised their sails and slinked away from Wano's waters.

"Are you all still hoping to pick up scraps here?"

Suspended in mid-air, Zyhark glanced sideways at the pirate ships gathered offshore.

Those who felt the Demon King's pressure didn't dare linger. No matter how unwilling they were, they had to give up, cursing under their breath as they sailed away.

Not that they left empty-handed; those who spat out foul curses got a free one-billion-volt lightning strike~

After clearing the potential threats offshore, Zyhark disappeared in a flash of lightning, returning to the icy battlefield.

The scene was slightly different from his initial expectations; rather than being overwhelmed, his companions had started gradually pressuring the Admirals.

The primary reason was clear—during her fierce battle with Kizaru, Hancock had broken her limits, awakening the ultimate skill of top-tier fighters: Conqueror's Haki Infusion!

Beyond the gradual, well-earned strength gained through belief, Hancock had an advantage Moria didn't possess.

Her overwhelming desire to become stronger stemmed from one thing…

Love!

This unexpected development took Zyhark by surprise.

In his plan, Hancock should have needed more time to break through to the ranks of the top elite.

This training had already yielded remarkable results, and it was time to bring it to a close!

Meanwhile, the world's strongest man was on his way, riding a boar.

On the front lines, after a grueling battle, both the Demon King's forces and the five Admirals bore visible wounds, their once-powerful auras now dwindling.

In this high-stakes clash, even the usually easygoing Kizaru and Aokiji couldn't avoid bloodstained clothing and scratches.

But the worst off were Moria and Green Bull. While the others fought with restraint, these two were battling to the death, covered in blood and gasping heavily.

As the two sides prepared to clash again, a brand-new flying warship broke through the clouds and descended quickly over the battlefield.

The Justice cloak billowed gently, and a large group of Marines assembled on the deck, led by two figures—an elderly woman and a young man.

They were Vice Admiral Tsuru, the Navy's Grand Strategist, and the new Navy Hero, Smoker the White Serpent!

The sudden appearance of the flying warship interrupted the powerful combatants on the battlefield.

The Admirals secretly sighed with relief, while Hancock and the others grew serious.

"Right on time. Sengoku, that old fox, is as cunning as ever…"

Zyhark's face remained calm, though he silently admired Sengoku's impeccable timing.

Clearly, Vice Admiral Tsuru and Smoker hadn't come to reinforce the Admirals!

Tsuru cast a sweeping gaze over the Demon King's group, her eyes lingering on Moria with his awakened power and Hancock with her Conqueror's Haki, before turning to the bloodied Akainu.

"Sakazuki, Sengoku's orders: retreat."

"What did you say?!" Akainu was shocked.

After struggling to push the Demon King's forces this far, suddenly calling it off was hard to accept.

"The New World's Emperors are stirring. If we keep dragging this out, the situation will turn against us,"

Tsuru said calmly. "The final battleground is not Wano. We've obtained what we need; let's withdraw."

Magma bubbled as Akainu clenched his fists, locking eyes with Tsuru.

Despite wanting to eliminate the Demon King's members and defeat the dragon hatchling, he wasn't reckless.

From Kizaru, he'd learned that King, the strongest member of the Demon King's group, was in Wano, most likely lying in wait for an opportune moment.

Even if King weren't there, Zyhark, who hadn't yet joined the fight, along with the elusive Water Goddess and Dark King Rayleigh, meant they stood little chance of victory.

After some hesitation, Akainu chose to follow orders, boarding the flying warship with a grim face.

With his idol obeying orders, Green Bull naturally had no intention of staying behind and quickly followed.

Aokiji, Kizaru, and Fujitora also turned to leave.

As the flying warship vanished into the distant sky, not a word was exchanged between the two sides.

Thus, the battle for Wano came to a close, marking the Demon King Organization as the undeniable victors!

Shortly after the Navy departed, King finally arrived, reuniting with the others on his boar.

Seeing the massive boar carrying King, the exhausted Ishtar and others wore wicked grins.

And so, the boar, thinking it was finally free, carried everyone back to Kuri in Wano.

With Onigashima's fall, Wano had descended into chaos.

While the Demon King Organization and the Admirals clashed, the long-dormant samurai rose up, launching an assault on the remnants of the Beast Pirates and the Kurozumi family. The entire country was left in post-battle devastation.

This monumental war would have shocked the New World on its own, but it had merely become a backdrop to the greater struggle among the strongest.

Zyhark felt no interest in the samurai's fight against Kurozumi Orochi's forces. Whether the Kozuki Clan triumphed or Orochi returned, none of it mattered to him in the slightest!

Only a fool would clean up Kozuki Oden's mess!

After briefing his companions, Zyhark, who had recovered some energy, turned into a bolt of lightning and headed to the old Wano, submerged below the sea.

Using his Observation Haki, he quickly located the hidden red Poneglyph.

"I really wonder how this thing was crafted…"

Even though it wasn't his first time seeing the massive stone engraved with ancient text, Zyhark couldn't help but admire the ancient craftsmen's skill.

After his brief admiration, Zyhark took out his camera and captured every detail of the Poneglyph's contents.

With this final road marker in hand, all that remained was to decode the ancient text and journey to the final island—Raftel!

(End of Chapter)

Shadow Island, inside the dark castle hall.

"Public enemy number one of the World Government, the Demon King Organization. Why did you bring me here?" Robin asked cautiously, her eyes warily studying Shakky, who sat on a sofa, smoking a slim cigarette.

Unlike the mature, sophisticated woman she would later become, the 21-year-old Shakky before Robin had a much fresher, youthful appearance.

After Crocodile was ousted from Alabasta, Robin hadn't joined Baroque Works, so her skin retained a fair, rosy hue, untouched by the harsh sun.

The situation unfolded like this: just as Robin was once again hiding out on a pirate ship, waiting for someone who would accept her as Saul had promised, the Demon King Organization's pet cat and its underlings appeared, swiftly eliminating the bloodthirsty pirates and whisking her away from the first half of the Grand Line to the New World!

Although she fiercely resisted, desperate to survive, the gap in their strength was insurmountable, and escape was impossible!

Now, filled with intense unease and deep fear, Robin had arrived at the stronghold of the Demon King Organization.

"I've heard your story. Relax, young lady, there's no need to be so tense. We mean you no harm," Shakky said, exhaling a ring of smoke with a calm smile.

As the unofficial "know-it-all" of the pirate world, Shakky was well aware of the "Demon Child" and the sole survivor of the Ohara incident, one of the few left in the world who could read the ancient script.

Having heard from Zyhark about Robin's struggles and suffering, Shakky understood the girl better, wanting to extend greater kindness.

Hearing this, Robin fell into contemplation, though her wariness did not waver.

Though she sensed no ill will from Shakky, and despite the Demon King Organization's status as the World Government's greatest enemy, she found it hard to trust a stranger after so many betrayals.

"Oh dear, what's there to be afraid of?" Aqua chirped in, pulling out a membership form and handing it to Robin. "Just sign here and join the Axis Church as a faithful follower, and we'll be family! And no one messes with family!"

Seeing Robin's anxiety, the ditzy goddess couldn't help but push her recruitment drive.

"Family…"

The word, distant to Robin, stirred a wave of emotions.

She'd heard plenty about the Axis Church during her time on the seas—stories of its dangerous members with a twisted mental state. From elderly grandmothers to young children, the church was infamous for its extreme methods of persuasion, seeming more like pirates than the pirates themselves!

But Robin had to admit, Axis Church members were incredibly loyal to their own, to the point she wondered if they'd all been brainwashed by their goddess.

"Better not," Darkness, a native of Aqua's world, advised seriously. "Joining the Axis Church can seriously mess with your head."

"Damn it, Darkness! Being in the church is better than being a public masochist who enjoys being humiliated and beaten in front of others!" Aqua snapped.

"Oh…such shameful insults," Darkness murmured, face flushed, clearly satisfied.

Aqua's eye twitched.

"Yahohoho! Before that, allow me to repeat what I didn't get to say before!"

In a flash, Brook appeared before Robin, his hollow eye sockets giving off a peculiar intensity. "Beautiful lady, please tell me—what color is your underwear?"

"You're a pervert too, meow!" Meowth groaned, covering its face in resignation.

"There's nothing cool about being an Axis Church follower. Sister, you should become one of my fans instead!" Uta, catching the lively atmosphere, chimed in.

"And who might you be?" Robin asked, looking at the girl with the distinctive two-toned hair in surprise.

Uta raised her head proudly, puffing her slowly developing chest. "I'm destined to be the world's greatest singer!"

Bonk!

Just as she finished speaking, a fist landed on her head.

Aqua, having freed herself from Darkness's grip, tightened her fist, annoyed at having her recruitment interrupted.

"Aqua! What do you think you're doing?" Uta turned, holding her head, baring her teeth in protest.

"Teaching an unruly kid a lesson, of course!"

"Stupid goddess! Uta's not a kid!"

"Annoying brat, who are you calling stupid? You're the real idiot—head to toe!"

Robin, watching the two bickering like children, then glancing at the others with their eccentric behavior, held back her laughter. Finally, she couldn't resist covering her mouth and letting out a chuckle.

The supposedly terrifying Demon King Organization seemed more like…

A playground for toddlers and a club for the insane!

With her quirky companions easing the atmosphere, Robin finally began to let her guard down, feeling less tense and anxious.

…

As dusk approached, Zyhark's main force successfully returned to Shadow Island.

Naturally, Yamato followed along.

Seeing Wano's tragic state and realizing how foolishly Kozuki Oden had trusted pirates instead of rebelling, Yamato had grown disillusioned with her former "hero," even feeling a sense of disdain.

In contrast, seeing Zyhark defend the people of the Land of Gods from the World Government, she admired him even more!

Zyhark, of course, welcomed her wholeheartedly as a powerful ally akin to a Yonko's strength.

After all, Yamato's true nature was quite kind-hearted, and if not for Oden's fanboy diary warping her perspective, she wouldn't have been saddled with the label of a "filial fool."

Besides, her father Kaido's extreme methods of "education" hadn't helped either.

Following a brief introduction and bonding session, the Demon King Organization threw a grand feast on Shadow Island to welcome new allies Robin and Yamato.

The next day, news of the Wano battle hit the newspapers, causing a global sensation.

Since the news agencies were controlled by the World Government, the articles naturally spun the story to highlight the Navy's strength, claiming the Admirals had driven away the Demon King Organization and promising to eradicate this threat to the world.

The Demon King Organization paid this manipulative spin no mind, entirely unaffected.

Early that morning, filled with excitement and anticipation, Robin began decoding the ancient texts on the four Poneglyph rubbings Zyhark provided.

Setting aside her lingering doubts about the Demon King Organization, uncovering the truth of the Blank Century was her lifelong dream!

Apart from the two inebriated goddesses, everyone else focused on their training, restoring their strength in preparation for the ultimate battle against the World Government!

Using this downtime, Zyhark took a deep-sea route to evade the World Government's surveillance, quietly departing from Shadow Island.

(End of Chapter)

With the powerful influence of the Axis Church now behind it, the Demon King Organization had already established a significant global presence.

Adding the title of "Pirate King" would surely attract countless pirates to its cause. Clearly, this was a scenario the World Government would find unacceptable!

Yet, despite the Demon King's expanding power, the Celestial Dragons, led by Imu, had taken no action beyond publishing a tepid news report. Their silence was unsettling.

The search for Raftel and the great treasure hidden there could not go unnoticed by the World Government. After all, Imu had ruled the world for over eight centuries; it was unlikely they didn't know the location of Raftel.

This all pointed to one likely conclusion: the final battlefield in the war against the World Government would most likely be Raftel.

To prepare for this showdown, Zyhark knew he needed to gather every bit of strength possible for his allies. He secretly sought alliances with the two main factions in the seas today: the alliance between Red-Haired Shanks and Hawkeye Mihawk, and Whitebeard's forces.

Following that, and with Ginny's help, Zyhark traveled to the Revolutionary Army's hidden base, where he held a two-and-a-half-hour meeting with Monkey D. Dragon, ultimately uniting them under a common cause.

After paying off Sabo, who eagerly demanded compensation, and giving the brash young man a quick zap, Zyhark headed to the Sky Island of Birka.

Morgans, the news mogul, was thrilled to hear that the final battle might unfold on Raftel, trembling with excitement at the thought. This would be the scoop of a lifetime for the World Economic Journal, the first report in its history to reclaim global headlines.

Thus, those who had learned of the Demon King Organization's journey to Raftel began mobilizing, preparing for a clash destined to surpass even the great battles of the Land of Gods and God Valley, and perhaps even reveal the secrets of the Blank Century.

…

At the New Marine Headquarters.

With the intelligence on the Demon King Organization brought back by the Admirals, Sengoku sat at his desk, a deeply serious expression on his face.

"In a world ruled by the Celestial Dragons, the justice you pursue is laughable. All the lives you save aren't worth as much to them as a single massacre of a nation."

"Come with me, Sengoku. It's time to remove the World Government from history."

Zyhark's words echoed in Sengoku's mind.

Fully aware of the World Government's terrifying power, Sengoku had initially declined what was essentially an invitation to a fight that could spell doom for the entire Navy—despite Zyhark's considerable wealth and advanced weaponry.

They had struck a deal instead: the Wano battle would prove whether the Demon King Organization could stand against the World Government.

Clearly, the mysterious young woman capable of defeating Big Mom and the massively empowered Hancock and Moria had shown Sengoku the unimaginable potential of the Demon King Organization.

The helplessness of being forced to watch the Celestial Dragons' tyranny gnawed at Sengoku, who began to waver.

Compared to the Celestial Dragons, who treated commoners as mere animals, the Demon King Organization's sincerity toward its people made it far more trustworthy.

After a long period of deep contemplation, Sengoku's conflicted gaze turned resolute.

"If that man can truly accomplish such an unimaginable feat, then let's overthrow the World Government together!"

With his mind made up, he secretly summoned Garp and Zephyr, two old friends who shared his grudge against the Celestial Dragons.

…

Even with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit's incredible speed, by the time Zyhark completed his tasks and returned to Shadow Island, it was already the dead of night.

The pale moonlight shone on the dark castle, casting a faint glow that mingled with the electric arcs coursing across its walls.

After obtaining Raftel's exact coordinates from Robin, Zyhark expanded his Observation Haki over the entire castle, ensuring no suspicious observers were present.

What he was about to do was of utmost secrecy—something that could not be leaked under any circumstances!

That task: to resurrect and recruit Kaido and Big Mom, powerful allies necessary to close the loop on the final battle.

Given their past conflicts with the World Government and their dreams, they had every reason to join forces.

And the only way to bring these unruly emperors to his side was, well…by killing them once more. A straightforward approach, to say the least. This, too, would be the final weight Zyhark offered to Sengoku—a guarantee that would eliminate any remaining doubts and commit him fully to the fight against the World Government.

Of course, considering that Kaido and Big Mom were still adversaries, Zyhark chose not to reveal Aqua's involvement, attributing the resurrection ability instead to his "racial talent."

Under the astonished gazes of his allies, Aqua stepped forward, holding the goddess staff as she approached Kaido and Big Mom's corpses.

After three years of growth and mastery in her own world, Aqua now had the magical reserves to resurrect multiple people at once without needing rest.

With an intricate incantation, the hall lit up with a grand, holy magic circle.

Radiant beams intertwined and merged, and after a few seconds, the towering forms of Kaido and Big Mom gradually emerged.

"Huh? What's going on? Didn't I die at the hands of that crazy goddess?" Big Mom exclaimed, disoriented.

"Worororo! Looks like even Hell didn't dare to accept us, Linlin!" Kaido laughed.

But before they could fully grasp their miraculous return, Aqua's indignant voice rang out.

"You cursed old hag! Who are you calling a crazy goddess?! I, the noble and esteemed Aqua, the Water Goddess revered across the divine realms, am the one who revived you!"

Zyhark: "…."

She connected the insult to herself right away. Maybe this ditzy goddess wasn't entirely unaware after all.

As Zyhark approached the stunned Kaido and Big Mom with a calm smile, he said, "Welcome back, you two. Interested in teaming up for a big score?"

…

On the Red Line, at Mary Geoise, the Empty Throne.

A thin shadow sat upon the high platform, blades piercing the floor around the throne. Only a pair of ringed eyes was visible.

Below, the Five Elders knelt on one knee, displaying their absolute submission to Imu, the sovereign of the world.

Satan, who was supposed to have died in the Land of Gods battle, stood among them once more.

"Lord Imu, based on the intelligence we've gathered and the Demon King Organization's recent movements, they seem to have acquired all four Road Poneglyphs."

Environmental God Marcus Mars bowed his head, speaking in a low, grave tone.

"An ignorant fool attempting to defy the world—let him end that foolish dream on the final island."

Imu's tone was emotionless, like a judge addressing an ant, the voice's neutrality betraying no hint of emotion.

"And on the Navy's side, Sengoku has been acting quite unusually. He's secretly summoned all officers ranked Vice Admiral and above," Satan added, his expression dark.

In addition to his old scar, Satan now bore several permanent injuries, including a large, gruesome fist-shaped mark on his chest.

"Those traitorous mongrels—if they wish to die, let us oblige them. The rule of the world's nobility has no place for disobedient dogs."

Imu's voice remained indifferent, filled with unshakeable confidence.

Imu slowly rose from the throne, his/her gaze carrying a pure, though faint, killing intent.

"Even Joy Boy, who once united the world's races, is now but a distant memory. The Demon King Organization and those fools like Sengoku will likewise become mere history."

"We shall remain as this world's eternal rulers!"

Understanding Imu's terrifying authority, the Five Elders lowered their heads even further, responding in unison, "Yes!"

(End of Chapter)

The next day, the sun rose from the edge of the sea, its dawn light dispelling the darkness that had shrouded the ocean.

Off the coast of Shadow Island, a massive, technologically advanced battleship roared to life with an earth-shaking engine sound. This was Meowth's crowning creation, the third-generation machine—the final model, "War Fortress"!

On the ship's deck, made of durable Wapol alloy, Zyhark stood at the forefront, surrounded by all the Demon King Organization's top officers.

Behind them, tens of thousands of crew members—"cannon fodder," one might say—stood eagerly in anticipation, every face lit with excitement.

Even knowing the dangers, these fame-hungry, thrill-seeking maniacs had climbed aboard this super battleship bound for Raftel.

If they could stand alongside Zyhark on the legendary final island, the rewards awaiting them would be wealth beyond imagination and fame beyond measure.

Just to say, "I made it to Raftel," would be enough to send them into a frenzy. This was an irresistible temptation for any pirate!

Because of this, countless pirates from all over the New World had gathered on the outskirts of Shadow Island, hoping to witness this historic moment with their own eyes—even if the journey's end meant death.

This public announcement had been Zyhark's doing, spread through various channels.

Since their actions were bound to be discovered anyway, he figured it would be better to create a massive spectacle, drawing all of the World Government's attention and giving the Revolutionary Army and Navy an opening to launch a full-scale assault on Mary Geoise!

With a two-pronged attack, this was the plan Zyhark, Sengoku, and Dragon had devised.

No matter which side succeeded, it would deal a severe blow to the World Government.

The Revolutionary Army would have no issues; the Navy, however, might face considerable resistance from the Government's loyal "dogs" (such as Green Bull).

But this was no longer Zyhark's problem; he trusted Sengoku's tactical prowess to handle these matters. After all, the majority of the Navy's rank and file were motivated by a genuine sense of justice.

Given the chance to destroy the World Government, who would choose to live as a watchdog?

With the coordinates Robin provided, the War Fortress locked onto Raftel's location. Amid a display of force, it broke through the waves, surging forward into the distance!

Meanwhile, in different parts of the New World, two large-scale battles began silently.

The alliance of Red-Haired Shanks and Hawkeye Mihawk clashed against the crew led by Golden Lion and Douglas Bullet; and Whitebeard's fleet, landing on Hive Island, engaged in battle against Blackbeard Teach!

Though Red-Haired Shanks, himself a Celestial Dragon, preferred not to participate in this war, and Whitebeard, now in the twilight of his career, was unwilling to risk his family's safety for a youngster's plans, both men had a bond with Zyhark and instead took action to intercept any unknown elements that could threaten the war's outcome near Raftel.

Meanwhile, at Marine Headquarters:

After an intense battle, all loyalist Celestial Dragon "dogs" had been purged.

Standing on the headquarters' balcony, Sengoku gazed over the packed plaza, every face firm with determination and resolve.

Tears welled in the old Fleet Admiral's eyes, his long-dormant sense of passion and justice reignited within his chest.

"Brave and righteous Marines, this is a moment of historic importance. To carry our convictions to the very end, to ensure that our cloak of justice is no longer stained, you need not hold back this time."

"Now, as Fleet Admiral, I issue you your greatest mission."

"Execute justice and wipe out the world's greatest evil!"

His stirring words filled the soldiers with morale, their spirits soaring.

They had waited for this day for far too long!

In the rear meeting hall, Admirals and Vice Admirals sat, each face stern and serious.

When they first heard of the plan to strike against the World Government, they had been stunned, but as seasoned warriors, they quickly regained composure.

Some quietly polished their new swords, others checked pocket watches holding pictures of loved ones, while a few stole glances at two figures standing in the corner of the hall.

Those figures were the legendary Marine hero Garp and his son…

The world's most notorious criminal, Monkey D. Dragon!

"Hahaha! Who'd have thought I'd be able to fight side by side with my unfilial son in my lifetime!" Garp laughed heartily.

This time, it was genuine joy and excitement.

Dragon, once a candidate for Fleet Admiral like Sakazuki and Kuzan, had left the Marines over ideological differences, forming the Revolutionary Army—a source of great regret for Garp.

Now, that regret was finally gone.

"Old man, this is no ordinary battlefield. Are you up for it? Maybe you should just go back to East Blue and farm," Dragon remarked, arms crossed and leaning casually against the wall, casting a side-eye at his father.

"Oh, really? Sounds like I need to remind you of those good old days."

Garp's gaze darkened, his raised fists crackling with power.

"I'm not the same as before, old man."

Dragon straightened, his fingertips swirling with wind.

As father and son seemed ready to throw down, Kuma, Ivankov, and other Revolutionary leaders, along with Vice Admiral Tsuru, quickly intervened to separate them.

With much effort, the two begrudgingly turned away, snorting in irritation.

Under Sengoku's command, the Marine officers and Revolutionary Army troops boarded the latest model of flying battleships.

One by one, the ships bearing the flag of justice took to the skies, heading straight for the holy land of Mary Geoise.

Meanwhile, in Mary Geoise:

The once-lavish city that housed countless Celestial Dragons was now eerily empty, silence weighing down the atmosphere.

After learning of the Marines' betrayal, the Five Elders had immediately ordered the evacuation of all civilians. Now, they stood guard at the city gates with ten Seraphim, God's Knight leader Figarland Garling, and every CP agent, awaiting the arrival of the rebel forces.

An hour later, the first flying battleship broke through the clouds, hovering over Mary Geoise.

Soon after, like sparks in a wildfire, countless ships packed with Marines and Revolutionary forces appeared in the Five Elders' sights!

This entangled saga of love, hate, and vengeance between the three powers was about to reach its final, decisive clash!

…

As for the Demon King Organization, after enduring fierce storms, torrential rain, snow, and every other conceivable form of extreme weather, the endless sea finally revealed a shadow of land.

In the distance, they could see a ruined skull flag atop the island's tallest mountain.

It was the pirate flag of Gol D. Roger!

They had arrived at Raftel, the Final Island!

The War Fortress slowed to a halt, and as Zyhark and his allies stepped onto the island, an overwhelming Haki burst forth like an infernal aura.

It covered the entire sea, so powerful that even the mighty pirates following behind them fainted on the spot!

The sky turned blood-red under the force of Conqueror's Haki, as a dark silhouette walked across the air, each step exuding an unmatched sense of pressure.

Imu stopped, their strange eyes shifting slightly, looking down upon Zyhark and the others from above.

"I've been waiting for you, Demon King Organization."

"Welcome to the hell I've carefully prepared for you…"

"Hell."

BOOM!

With Imu's words, a massive, eclipsing full moon appeared in the crimson sky—Imu had pulled the moon down from the heavens!

The devastating tidal forces surged, stirring the ocean into towering waves. The earth trembled violently, and vast stretches of land began to emerge from the sea around Raftel!

With a mere gesture, Imu had reshaped the sky, the sea, and the land itself—this was the true power of the World King!

"Hell, is it? You're thoughtful indeed, preparing a grave for yourself," Zyhark smirked, fixing his gaze on Imu. He reached into the void, slowly drawing the Sword of Rupture.

If he had been alone, facing this final boss of the One Piece world, he might have had no chance of victory.

But today, he was not alone. Today, his friends stood beside him.

CRACK!

Lightning surged, as multiple Conqueror's Haki auras erupted simultaneously, shattering the oppressive surroundings.

The final battle had begun!

(End of Chapter)

The shattered sea, the sky forever marked by the ethereal remnants of the golden sun and stars.

Above the tumultuous water, countless fragments of rock and floating islands hovered in defiance of gravity. Between these islands, black lightning crackled wildly, filling the air with chaotic energy.

Far below, the ocean had collapsed, revealing a massive crater several kilometers across. The deep fissures left by the dragon's breath split the crater, pulling in torrents of seawater and creating violent whirlpools.

Even in the ever-changing climate of the New World, this place now stood as one of the most dangerous forbidden zones.

The Final Island, Raftel, had been obliterated, the fabled One Piece shattered in the battle between the Demon King Organization and the World King, Imu, sinking into the ocean's depths.

The era of the Grand Line and its treasure-hungry pirates had come to an end.

At the eye of the storm, surrounded by roiling thunderclouds, Imu's fading form became transparent, scattering into particles of light.

"Human greed and ambition are endless," Imu's cold voice echoed. "Even if the Celestial Dragons are overthrown, the World Government will persist. Whether it is you, Zyhark, or Sengoku, or even a newborn hundreds of years from now, humanity's nature will ensure that power will rise again."

Their indifferent gaze held steady, as if observing the world from beyond victory or defeat. For Imu, justice could not be sustained forever; unrestricted power would slowly corrode even the noblest of hearts.

After all, they had once been a hero, uniting the Twenty Kingdoms with passion and liberating the world.

Evil, as Imu had said to the Five Elders, could never truly be erased. Someone else would carry on the will of the World Government, continuing its legacy indefinitely. Such is the nature of humanity.

To Imu, this battle had been won long before it started.

"Are you finished?" Zyhark's voice cut through Imu's speech, utterly unmoved by what he considered senseless reasoning.

Why should he care about the world's future? He wasn't some righteous crusader. Overthrowing the Celestial Dragons had been about his freedom. Saving the world had merely been a byproduct.

Imu, reduced to only a head, stared at him in stunned silence, a bitter smile slowly forming as understanding dawned on them.

"So, you're not the destined Joy Boy," they said with a wry laugh, "yet I fell to the likes of you…"

"Looking for Joy Boy? Try Luffy, though you won't get the chance."

Zyhark picked at his ear, gesturing casually to Aqua beside him. "Alright, idiot, purify this thing's soul."

"Idiot! This goddess is no idiot!" Aqua grumbled, yet she raised her staff without hesitation. A glowing purification array formed beneath her, consuming Imu in holy light.

With Imu's final traces dissipating, the battle came to an end.

Victory belonged to the Demon King Organization!

…

On the Red Line, in the ruins of Mary Geoise:

"Imu's aura… it's gone…" The Five Elders looked at one another, terror etched across their faces for the first time.

With Imu's power gone, their immortality had vanished. Now, fatal wounds would be just that—fatal.

Seeing the blood-soaked Revolutionary Army and Marines advancing toward them, they felt a desire to flee.

But it was far too late for that. With both sides locked in a death struggle, neither Sengoku nor Dragon would let such a rare opportunity slip by.

Bolstered by newfound resolve, the Marines and Revolutionaries charged at the weakened Five Elders and the Knights of God.

Outnumbered and outmatched, the result was inevitable:

The Five Elders and the Knights of God were slaughtered.

As the Holy Land, which had weighed heavily on the world for so long, crumbled, the surviving soldiers and Revolutionaries stood frozen, absorbing the impossible reality before them.

"V-victory? No last-minute surprises… We… we actually won?"

"The World Government has fallen? Those damned Celestial Dragons are dead!"

"Justice has prevailed!"

With jubilant disbelief, they threw down their weapons, shouting to the heavens in triumph.

In the skies, Morgans captured every moment of the scene, ecstatic with the scoop of a lifetime.

"Ha! I won! I actually won!" he shouted, his hands shaking with excitement. "Listen up, everyone! Even if it kills you, get these papers out! The world must see this unprecedented news as soon as possible!"

…

A week passed quietly.

In Marine Headquarters, Sengoku slumped over a mountain of paperwork, looking more weary and aged than ever.

Though the World Government had fallen, the aftermath was overwhelming. From resource distribution to establishing new systems, everything was chaotic.

Thankfully, the disbanded Revolutionary Army had stepped up to quell local uprisings; otherwise, the Navy would have been unable to manage.

The collapse of the Celestial Dragons didn't mean permanent peace; ambitious pirates showed no intention of retiring. In fact, the chaos attracted even more of them to the seas, a trend that would likely continue for years.

"Admiral! Urgent news!" A Marine officer burst into the office, visibly distressed.

Bracing himself, Sengoku sighed, "Another kingdom in revolt? Or a pirate causing trouble?"

"No, sir… it's worse." The officer hesitated, but under Sengoku's piercing gaze, he stammered, "The emperors of the sea… all of them are heading for the Divine Kingdom in the New World!"

"We have confirmation—the Demon King Organization is holding a grand banquet open to all races!"

Sengoku sighed deeply. "They don't give us a moment's peace, do they? Send the Admirals to keep up appearances. They're still pirates, after all."

"Sir… aside from Sakazuki, all the Admirals have gone to attend the banquet."

"What?! What about Garp and Zephyr?"

"They went too…"

"Those old fools!" Sengoku slammed his fist on his desk, grabbing his coat and storming out of the office.

"Fleet Admiral! Where are you going?" the officer asked, alarmed.

"If no one else is available, I'll go myself and carry out justice!"

"But if you leave, headquarters—"

"Don't worry. I'll have Sakazuki cover for a few days. With all the pirates at the Divine Kingdom, there shouldn't be any major issues here."

Without waiting for a response, Sengoku marched out, his coat emblazoned with "Justice" billowing in his wake.

"Fleet Admiral, please… let me join you… to… uphold justice!" The officer hurried after him, begging in earnest.

And so, the two figures disappeared down the hall, leaving only the fluttering symbol of "Justice" in the gentle breeze.

The End