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One Piece: The God of the Forge

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Standing before you is— The destroyer of the Beast Pirates. The guardian of Amazon Lily. Whitebeard's sole designated ally. The forger of legendary armaments. Former Warlord of the Sea. Current Emperor of the New World. And the decisive force of the coming Great War... Ornn. When he first crossed into the world of One Piece, Ornn made a startling discovery: his original Sheep-Sheep Fruit had awakened into something far greater — a Mythical Zoan, the Ornn Form. More than that, by gathering the right Devil Fruits, he could materialize any weapon or piece of equipment his mind could conceive. And so, a god of the forge was born. Years later, having dismantled Im's iron grip on the world, Ornn stood before the Red Line and raised his horn to his lips. "They used to say that Im could erase an entire kingdom with a single gesture. Well — with a single note from my horn, I'll crack the Red Line open like an eggshell." "No problem."
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