Ding!
"Congratulations. You have been recognized as the Pirate King by the world. The timeline has been successfully altered. Rewards have been issued."
Ding!
Reward: Sword of Shattering!(Description: A star-tier combat skill—an energy blade forged from the fusion of nuclear fission, nuclear fusion, and the Law of Rupture. The weapon's form is variable, from broad sword-sized to dagger-short.)
Ding!
Reward: [World Gate Fragment – Ninja].Congratulations on collecting all fragments and unlocking [World Gate – Shinobi world]. This gateway may now be opened at will. (Time ratio: 1 day in the world of Pirates = 1 year in the world of Hokage Ninja.)
As the entire world reeled in shock at the ongoing live broadcast, Buggy—seated casually at the edge of the Golden Hall—grinned with satisfaction. This haul was beyond generous. It was exhilarating.
Star-level combat skills...Even now, Buggy had only just crossed the planetary threshold. His strongest techniques were still leagues away from the star-tier. And now, he'd been handed one of the highest-tier finishers possible—The Sword of Shattering.
He stared at the system notification again, eyes gleaming."One slash, planets crumble…"
He couldn't help but compare it to the legendary powers he'd read in his previous life, particularly the Tenseigan's Golden Wheel Reincarnation Explosion, a technique that split the moon with a single strike.
If the Sword of Shattering could replicate or surpass that level of destruction, then even the titans of the Shinobi world wouldn't dare take him lightly.
Had it not been for the live feed, he'd already be testing the weapon.
Unfortunately, as a planetary-tier fighter, he still couldn't roam space at will. His durability let him push past the ozone layer and endure extreme cold and pressure, but he couldn't breathe unaided in the vacuum of space. He could stockpile air to last about a day, allowing for short bursts of interstellar travel.
Still, he'd need to find a few unlucky meteorites soon. He needed to test Crushing Sword properly.
As for the newly unlocked World Gate – Shinobi Ninja... Buggy had no intention of using it just yet. While the Shinobi world's lower-tier fighters didn't outclass those of the One Piece world, its high-end powerhouses certainly did. That was undeniable.
There were already figures in that world who could challenge the universe itself.
Still, Buggy wasn't concerned. At his current strength, anyone below the Six Paths tier wouldn't pose much of a threat. Anyone above that? He'd find out when the time came.
He had, truth be told, long set his sights on the Hokage world. The breadth of abilities there was too tempting. Now that his physique and techniques were nearing perfection, all he lacked was a pair of divine-tier eyes. If changing the Hokage plot could earn him a reward like the Rinnegan or Tenseigan… well, that was a future worth pursuing.
But first, he had to finish conquering this world.
With that thought, Buggy turned his gaze back to the broadcast, curious to see how the Marines and the Five Elders would react to what he'd just unveiled. A smug smile curled at the corners of his lips.
"Whoa! Robin, are these huge blue stones set into the golden wall—are they the Poneglyphs? There are so many!"
Uta spun around in awe, gazing at the four shimmering walls of the Golden Cavern. Each was embedded with rows upon rows of ancient text.
Robin nodded, her voice calm but tinged with wonder."I didn't expect there would be so many gathered in one place. Before we reached Raftel, we had documented about thirty in total, including the Road Poneglyphs needed to find this island."
She stepped forward, running her fingers along the glyphs."But here? There are over three hundred."
Uta's eyes widened. "Three... hundred?!"
Robin continued, her expression growing serious."And what's written here is far more compelling. Beyond the locations of the Ancient Weapons, these stones also tell the forgotten history of the Celestial Dragons—of the world before their rise."
She pointed to one slab in particular. "Nine hundred years ago, there existed a civilization known as the Kingdom of the Sun God—a radiant empire that once thrived atop the Red Line. It was known simply as... the Kingdom of the Gods."
Uta blinked. "Wait… a Kingdom of Gods? Kingdom of the Sun God? That's not even in folklore! Does something like that really exist?"
Robin smiled faintly, her eyes still scanning the ancient language."It did. And now, the world's about to remember."
Robin spoke with her usual quiet clarity, her voice carrying across the room. "S-Snake and S-Hawk in the Buggy Pirates—they both carry the blood of the royal family of the Sun God Kingdom. The two pairs of wings and the flame behind them aren't just for show. They're the marks of their race."
She folded her arms, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "The World Government has been hunting their people for generations. Few know it, but there's a standing reward—one hundred million Berries for anyone who provides information on their Lunarian. Dragon can confirm it himself."
"What? That much money just for a tip?" Uta gasped, clearly taken aback. "Sister Robin, why would the World Government go that far? Just because they're descendants of the Sun God Kingdom?"
Robin offered a small, wry smile. "Exactly. The so-called 'Sun God' who founded that ancient kingdom was a Lunarian. The Celestial Dragons fear that a remnant of that power might rise again to threaten their rule, so they do what they always do—silence the threat before it grows."
Her voice dropped, tinged with sorrow. "It's the same reason they forbid research into the Void Century. My home, Ohara, was erased from the map for seeking the truth. The government sent a Buster Call and destroyed everything. They didn't even spare the civilians."
She looked directly at Uta now. "Those stone tablets we found—the poneglyphs—record the truths the World Government fears most. That's why they'll kill to keep them hidden."
"Eh?!" Uta clasped her hands together in mock horror. "Then what about us? If we know too much, won't they come for us too?"
Robin chuckled, dark and amused. "The moment you joined the Crimson Empire, you chose to stand against the World Government. Regret it now? Too late for second thoughts."
The two of them continued chatting with casual ease, even as the implications of their words sent ripples across the world. They spoke of the Void Century and the downfall of the Sun God Kingdom as if discussing the weather, but the truth they revealed was anything but ordinary.
People watching the live broadcast were struck dumb.
The Sun God Kingdom—once a vast, powerful civilization. The Celestial Dragons? Just twenty minor families from that very nation, who seized control after a rebellion. Not divine. Not chosen. Merely survivors who betrayed their homeland and rewrote the narrative.
The idea that these so-called gods were nothing more than treacherous aristocrats shattered centuries of manufactured myth. They weren't descended from any Creator—they were traitors who twisted history to crown themselves.
Across the New World, the Supernovas grinned with teeth bared, the scent of upheaval in the air. At Marine Headquarters, officers stared in disbelief, while in Mary Geoise, the Five Elders stood pale and silent, their carefully crafted world trembling at its core.
Chaos had taken root.
No one could have predicted that the truth of world history would be laid bare in this way. The mask of the Celestial Dragons had been torn off, and what lay beneath was rot. The illusion of nobility had been shattered. Their so-called divine right, revealed as the spoils of treason.
From that moment onward, Robin's words became more than a statement—they became a rallying cry.
"In my eyes," she had said, "the Celestial Dragons are nothing but traitors to their kingdom."
Now, the whole world agreed. The age of their deception was ending.
Robin spoke solemnly, her voice calm yet resonant, cutting through the tension like a blade. "For eight hundred years, the World Government has suppressed the truth—buried thought, history, and freedom beneath centuries of silence. But now... that silence is breaking."
Her gaze sharpened, thoughtful, almost prophetic. "Even the name 'Buggy'—a mere pirate in the eyes of the world government—has become a symbol. His rise wasn't by design, but by the will of those longing for Hope.... An idea has taken root in the hearts of the oppressed. Slowly, without fanfare, it's become a spark—one that could ignite rebellion across the world."
She paused, letting the words settle like dust on an ancient tome. "All that's missing now is the final battle and its winner. And once that person steps forward... the world will either burn and will be enslaved once again or...."
Grand Line – Marineford – Naval Headquarters.
The conference hall sat in utter silence, dense and suffocating.
Every senior Marine present had listened to Robin's address—her account of the Great Kingdom, the Void Century, the oppression of scholars, and the crimes of the Celestial Dragons.
For a long moment, no one moved. No one breathed.
Then, the room erupted like a dam giving way.
"Oi, oi! If even half of this is true, this changes everything!"
"The Celestial Dragons are traitors? I thought they were the chosen bloodline of the creator!"
"Tch... they believe their delusions. Doesn't mean we have to."
"But she's a Straw Hat pirate! Nico Robin can't be trusted!"
"Then why did the World Government put a bounty on a child who could read the Poneglyphs?"
"Wait... could all those historical records really exist? What if they're just fabrications by that damned Clown?"
A gruff voice rose over the others. "Vice Admiral Tsuru—what's our next move?"
The room fell silent again.
All eyes turned to the old tactician. Tsuru said nothing. Her gaze remained fixed on the live broadcast, eyes locked on Robin's image as if reading between every word.
She was still speaking—still unveiling the truths etched into the Poneglyphs, truths the World Government had killed to bury.
Admiral Fujitora finally exhaled, his tone weary. "Looks like we're heading into another war..."
Tsuru gave a slow nod. Her voice was low but firm. "Yes."
She turned to face the officers, the air around her as cold as steel. "What can we do? Nothing. We wait."
She folded her arms. "The World Government is still in power. It is the ruling order, and we are its military arm. Until new orders come, we don't move."
A moment passed, and she added, "You've all read the Wano battle reports. You know that, in a head-on confrontation, we lack the strength to suppress the Buggy Pirates. Whether at sea or on land—especially with Crimson Empire backing Buggy—we are at a disadvantage."
A heavy silence followed.
"But if war comes," she said, her voice ironclad, "then we fight. Even outmatched—we fight. So prepare yourselves. If this escalates... it won't be a skirmish. It will be a world war."
Murmurs rippled through the room.
Fujitora shook his head, solemn. "This won't be Marines versus pirates. It'll be a battle for global control. Justice won't matter—only who's left standing."
His words struck deep.
A world war, with no moral compass. Only sides.
As the officers wrestled with the implications, a sharp voice rose from the back of the room.
"Wait—look at the screen! What is that?!"
Gasps broke out.
"Above the Adam Tree... in the heart of the Crimson Empire... is that—some kind of monster?!"
Swish!
Dozens of heads turned in unison toward the monitor.
The live broadcast feed had returned to the towering Adam Tree at the heart of the Crimson Empire. All eyes turned upward.
Rumble...
The sky above had turned ominous. Thick clouds churned overhead, thunder crashing and lightning crackling through the heavens like the wrath of the gods. It felt like the end of the world had begun.
But it wasn't the storm that drew gasps of terror—it was what loomed behind it.
Through the flickering flashes of lightning, a colossal black silhouette emerged, veiled behind the roiling thunderclouds. It moved with an unnatural presence, vague yet unmistakably massive. Ominous didn't begin to describe it.
Then, from within the auditorium, six voices cried out in perfect unison.
"It's not good! That's Uranus! That's the weapon that can wipe out an entire island in one shot!"
"Run!"
"Damn it! I never should've created Mother Flame!"
Vegapunk's main body gritted his teeth. "Back when I was young... too obsessed with competition... I designed and recreated the strongest source of energy I could. I never thought the World Government would actually use it...!"
"Crimson Empire still has civilians—innocent people!"
"What do we do?! What do we do?!"
The five clones of
Vegapunks were in a panic, their expressions frantic, while the original urged the others to flee.
All across the world, those watching the broadcast felt their hearts seize.
An island-destroying weapon? Powering one of the Ancient Weapons?
If it had come from anyone else, they would have scoffed. But this was Vegapunk—the world's greatest mind. The genius of the modern era. If he said it could destroy an island...
Then it could.
Shock turned to outrage. People's expressions shifted from disbelief to horror.
"Are they really going to destroy the Crimson Empire...?!"
"Just like they erased the Sun God Kingdom eight hundred years ago?!"
"Is this your answer, World Government?!"
Public fury surged like a tidal wave. Citizens, revolutionaries, and even pirates around the globe erupted in disbelief and rage.
And fear.
Because if the World Government had such a weapon...
Then none of them were safe.
In the underworld, panic was setting in among the shadowy elites still connected to the live transmission.
"Hey—hey—this can't be real, right?!"
"Other than the monsters of the New World, who else can level an entire island in a single attack?!"
"Something like this... It's insane!"
"Is this the end of the Crimson Empire? Tch, I made a fortune trading with them..."
"Ridiculous! You think some overblown 'island killer' is enough to take down the Crimson Empire? Don't insult our intelligence. You can't measure Buggy with your narrow lens."
"Tesoro, are you seriously siding with that clown now? Don't tell me you've become one of his believers!"
"I'm just saying—if the World Government thinks firepower alone will win this... they're gravely mistaken. Just watch. That man will make his move."
And indeed, he did.
Just as Morgans finished speaking, a figure calmly stepped out from the crowd in the live feed.
He looked up at the sky, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, a smirk of disdain crossed his face.
"The mother flame, huh? You got Uranus back then, but now you're turning to this?"
He shook his head, almost pityingly.
"World Government... After eight hundred years, this is what your courage amounts to? You truly believe such a thing could threaten my nation?"
He turned to the camera, his voice steady, unshaken.
"You don't need to worry. I'll handle this."
Whoosh!
In an instant, Buggy exploded upward into the sky—no longer a clown, but a streak of white-gold light ascending like a divine spear—leaving the world watching in stunned silence.
As Buggy soared into the sky, a colossal sphere of platinum light began to form between his hands, glowing with a brilliance that seemed to split the heavens.
Even through the broadcast, people around the world could clearly see it: a blinding orb encased in spiraling lightning of platinum, black, and deep violet. The energy pulsed like a heartbeat from some divine engine. It was terrifying. Beautiful. Apocalyptic.
RUMBLE—
Then, above him, the storm roared.
Thousands of lightning bolts rained down from the churning dark clouds above, lashing out like divine punishment—each bolt crackling through the sky with the fury of a vengeful god. They converged on Buggy, who now hovered high in the air, one hundred meters above the earth, suspended like a myth.
And then, he moved.
Buggy raised the glowing sphere above his head and hurled it upward.
Crack!
In the same breath, he twisted and lashed out with a whip-like kick, striking the orb and launching it like a cannonball from the heavens. It became a comet—white-gold, luminous, and roaring through the sky, hurtling straight toward the oncoming thunderstorm.
Many watching expected the light to vanish. Surely this was a fool's gambit. An ant challenging the heavens. A mayfly shaking a tree.
But the instant the platinum sphere collided with the first bolt of divine lightning—
BOOM—!
The sky exploded.
The thunderclouds, once so mighty, disintegrated in an instant. The light spread like a star going supernova, flooding the sky with radiant gold and white, searing away the darkness until not a single shadow remained.
Then—silence.
And when the light finally dimmed, the "weapon" that had launched the initial assault was revealed.
It hovered above the remnants of the storm, exposed for all to see.
And when they saw it...
The world gasped.
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