When the world began to move again, the roar of battle instantly returned — cannon fire, screams, and the sound of blades clashing once more filled the air of Marineford. The frozen storm of war had resumed its relentless rhythm, as if nothing had ever stopped.But for one being — Staron — everything was different.
He stood in the middle of the battlefield, surrounded by confusion and bloodshed.Marine soldiers shouted. Pirates brawled. The three Admirals watched from their platforms like gods of judgment.Yet none of them could see the anomaly that stood among them — not even Kizaru's light could reflect off Staron's body.
He was out of sync with this timeline, existing and not existing at once.
[System Notice:]
Main Simulation Failed.Penalty Assigned — Core Control locked. Power reduced by 97%.Mission Assigned: Survive in Timeline 1479 for 10 Days.Reward: Core Control Reactivation.
Staron's expression didn't change. He only tilted his head slightly, crimson eyes scanning the war below like a man watching a play he'd already seen a thousand times.
"So, I failed, huh?" he muttered. "Then this… is my punishment?"
His voice carried no emotion — but the ground beneath him still cracked slightly. Even weakened, the air around Staron was unstable, as if rejecting his existence.
Down below, the Marines began to panic at the sudden fluctuations of energy."A new threat! What the hell is that pressure?!" someone shouted.Sengoku's eyes narrowed instantly, turning toward the disturbance. "That… isn't from Whitebeard or any of the Warlords. What the hell appeared in my battlefield!?"
Even Whitebeard, mid-swing with his bisento, turned his head slightly, sensing a chill crawl down his spine.
"Gurarara… that presence… feels older than me."
Staron ignored their confusion. The System's interface appeared before him again — three glowing options.He sighed, recognizing the same simulation timeline prompt from before.
But this time, something new flickered beneath the text:
Error Detected — Universe Fragmentation Imminent.Would you like to stabilize this timeline? (Y/N)
A small grin curved his lips. "So I broke it, huh? Guess I really am too much for this world."
He clicked Yes.
The battlefield shattered.Reality cracked like glass. The sky bent backward into itself, revealing fragments of different worlds — deserts, seas, and even the Red Line collapsing into dust.
Every fighter, pirate, and marine froze again — not by force, but because the timeline itself stopped existing.
A massive ripple spread outward, swallowing Marineford. And when it vanished, everything changed.
[System Update:]
Timeline Stabilized — You are now in Year 1479.Location: God Valley.Objective: Unknown. System unable to locate fixed narrative path.Warning: Entities of this era are extremely dangerous.Survival rate: 0.004%.
Staron blinked once — and now stood on a lush island surrounded by mountains and the distant sound of explosions.He could feel strong presences everywhere.The sky burned with light. Haki waves trembled across the land like miniature earthquakes.
He looked around, his crimson eyes glowing."Oh… so this is the year before the Valley of the Gods incident. I see…"
Then — a voice. Calm, deep, commanding."Who are you, boy?"
Staron turned around lazily — and came face-to-face with a towering figure draped in a black captain's coat. His eyes sharp, his aura ancient. The ground itself seemed to respect him.
Rocks D. Xebec.
The monster of the old era.
Behind him stood young versions of Whitebeard, Big Mom, Kaido, and Shiki — all watching the stranger who had appeared in their stronghold without warning.
For a moment, no one spoke. Only the sound of crashing waves filled the silence.
Then Staron smiled faintly. "Ah… so I'm in the middle of that era. Perfect."
Rocks' grin widened, madness flickering in his eyes. "You've got guts, brat. You appear on my island without permission and talk like that? Hah! You're either suicidal… or interesting."
Staron's aura pulsed slightly — just enough to shake the air. Even Whitebeard flinched unconsciously, his instincts screaming that this presence didn't belong in the world of men.
"I don't serve anyone," Staron said quietly, "not gods, not pirates… not even time itself."
Rocks laughed like thunder. "Then maybe you'll serve me once I beat you down!"
[System Notice:]
New Task Generated:Task 2: Survive the wrath of Rocks D. Xebec for 10 minutes.Rewards: Power limit increased to 50%, Core Control unlocked to Level 2.
[Continuing Chapter 2...]
The ground of God Valley split apart as two unimaginable forces clashed.
The sky trembled; clouds twisted like serpents caught in a hurricane.
Rocks D. Xebec, captain of the Rocks Pirates, lunged forward, his presence like an oncoming storm.
His fist, wrapped in Armament Haki so dense it warped the air, tore through the sound barrier as he roared—
"Let's see if you can survive this, brat!"
Staron didn't move.
When Rocks' punch finally reached him, the ground beneath Staron cratered from sheer pressure, yet his body didn't even sway. His crimson-black eyes slowly blinked before he raised one hand.
A single tap of his index finger met Rocks' fist.
BOOOOOOM!!!
The shockwave annihilated half the island's shoreline. Trees, mountains, and boulders flew into the sea as if erased by a divine hand.
Whitebeard, Kaido, and Big Mom leaped back instinctively, their bodies trembling from the aftershock.
"That… wasn't Haki…" Whitebeard muttered, his hands shaking slightly. "What kind of power was that?"
Staron's feet didn't move. He looked down at his hand as though bored.
"Still adapting," he murmured, as if analyzing his own output.
[System Notice:]
You have resisted Rocks D. Xebec's Armament Impact: Strength difference 2.4x your current limit.
Auto-stabilizing power output... Core Control partial unlock (15%).
Temporary Strength Boost granted for 10 minutes.
Rocks wiped blood from his mouth and grinned wildly. "You're no kid! You're a damn monster!"
Kaido — still in his teenage years, yet already radiating beastly ferocity — stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. "Captain, let me join in! I'll crush this weakling!"
Staron's gaze flicked toward him — and for the first time, Kaido flinched.
He didn't see a man.
He saw a void looking back — something so ancient that his soul shivered.
"Beast blood… unrefined," Staron said softly. "You'll become strong one day — but not today."
He vanished.
The ground shattered as Kaido's head jerked sideways from an unseen strike. His body spun through the air and crashed into a mountain, shattering it like glass.
[System Notice:]
You have defeated Kaido (Young): +200 Physical Fitness, +1 Observation Haki level.
Big Mom screamed in rage and hurled a massive lightning bolt, Zeus crackling from her hands.
Shiki soared above, slashing down with his golden blades, while Whitebeard swung his bisento, releasing a tremor that could split the sea.
It all happened in seconds — a storm of Yonko-level attacks converging on one being.
BOOOOOOM!!!
The explosion illuminated the sky.
For a moment, even Rocks himself shielded his eyes.
When the light faded — Staron stood unharmed, surrounded by floating debris, as though the air itself obeyed him.
He raised a finger — and every attack's energy reversed direction, slamming back toward its owners.
Big Mom's own lightning tore through her.
Shiki's blades cut into his shoulder.
Whitebeard's quake rebounded, cracking his armor and making him cough blood.
Staron slowly descended to the ruined ground.
The system flickered again.
[System Notice:]
Survival Progress: 7 minutes out of 10.
Warning: Multiple high-tier presences approaching.
Detected: Gol D. Roger, Monkey D. Garp.
Staron turned toward the horizon — where two monstrous auras collided midair.
Roger's laughter thundered across the valley. "Garp! There's another monster here besides Rocks! You feel that?"
Garp grinned, cracking his knuckles. "I was about to say the same thing!"
Their combined Conqueror's Haki burst through the valley, darkening the sky.
Rocks' smile twisted. "Looks like fate brought us all together, brat. Let's see if you can survive this world's monsters too!"
He leapt forward again, this time with all his strength unleashed. The sea itself parted beneath him as his Haki coated the entire island.
But Staron's face remained calm.
He could feel the pressure — and he could feel his own body's limit. The system had bound most of his strength, but he wasn't powerless.
If anything, this was… entertaining.
"Then come," Staron whispered. His aura began to shift — dark crimson flames forming around him, twisting into shapes of eyes and screaming shadows. "Let's see how this timeline handles a real nightmare."
The world trembled.
Rocks' fist collided with Staron's once more — this time, equal in force.
The impact created a massive black hole of air pressure that swallowed mountains whole.
Roger and Garp stopped mid-fight, their expressions hardening as the energy tore across the battlefield.
"That's… not human," Roger muttered. "That's something else entirely!"
[System Notice:]
You have survived 10 minutes.
Task Complete.
Reward: Power limit increased to 50%. Core Control Level 2 unlocked.
The system's chime echoed through Staron's head like divine music.
He smirked and looked up at Rocks — who was panting heavily, sweat running down his forehead.
"Fun time's over."
Staron raised his hand — and the world darkened. The sea froze mid-wave. Every color vanished. Only red and black remained.
[Core Control: Active.]
For a single heartbeat, time stopped again.
Everyone — Rocks, Roger, Garp, Whitebeard — was frozen in mid-motion, eyes wide.
Staron walked forward and gently tapped Rocks on the chest.
"Good fight," he whispered. "But you don't belong in my story."
The moment his finger touched, Rocks' entire body dissolved into dust — erased from existence within the paused timeline.
[System Notice:]
Unauthorized Erasure Detected.
Timeline Stability Compromised.
Warning: Multiversal System Overseers have detected anomaly.
Escape Recommended.
Staron blinked, his grin fading. "Ah… so I wasn't supposed to do that, huh?"
A rip in space tore open behind him — bright white light bleeding out like a wound in reality.
A voice echoed from it, ancient and mechanical:
"Entity [Staron] detected. Your interference in the Prime Timeline violates multiversal regulation."
Staron turned slightly, crimson eyes glowing brighter. "And if I don't care?"
"Then you will be erased."
The voice grew louder — and dozens of glowing runic seals appeared across the sky, each carrying a divine presence.
[System Notice:]
Emergency Event: Multiversal Enforcement Activated.
All stats locked. Forced transfer commencing.
Staron sighed, glancing once more at the frozen battlefield.
"Guess I'll have to go elsewhere again…"
He looked up at the cracking sky and smirked. "Let's see which universe I break next."
The light consumed him.
[Ding! Simulation Complete.]
[Preparing for Next World Transfer...]
The light swallowed everything—sky, land, sea, and every living being frozen mid-battle.
Silence followed, an endless void stretching in all directions.
Then a voice broke through.
Not the system, not the Overseers, but something deeper. Something older.
"You shouldn't be here, Staron."
The tone was calm, neither threat nor comfort—just a statement. The darkness around him twisted into faint outlines of what looked like a colossal circuit of stars, spinning and humming. Each point of light pulsed like a heartbeat.
Staron frowned. "Another one? I thought I erased the last admin that talked like that."
The stars dimmed slightly, as if amused.
"You didn't erase it. You only hid from it. And now you've broken too many threads."
[System Override Initiated]
Warning: Host identity conflicting with System protocols.
Attempting to isolate consciousness… failed.
Entity synchronization: 67% unstable.
For the first time since arriving in this universe, Staron's head ached. The familiar sharpness of pain made him pause; he had almost forgotten what it felt like to hurt.
He opened his eyes again and found himself standing—barefoot—on a shattered marble platform floating above an endless ocean. Pieces of ruined buildings drifted nearby, their architecture ancient, covered in unfamiliar glyphs.
"This place…" Staron muttered. "Feels like a memory."
The air shimmered, and from the mist emerged a figure wearing a white cloak adorned with black feathers. Its face was hidden behind a mask shaped like a clock, hands spinning endlessly.
"We are the Keepers," the being said. "We maintain balance between timelines. You were never meant to exist again."
Staron's crimson eyes glowed brighter, a smile curling at the edge of his lips.
"Then that makes us opposites. Because I exist to destroy balance."
The masked being raised a hand. Light gathered, forming a long, transparent blade that pulsed with a sound like ticking time.
"Then this ends here."
Staron's voice dropped to a low whisper.
"Try."
They moved.
Light met darkness.
The impact shattered the marble platform completely, scattering debris into the void.
Each time their blows met, pieces of reality broke apart like glass, revealing flashes of other worlds—different oceans, different skies, even fragments of universes Staron once destroyed.
[System Update:]
Combat synchronization achieved: 74% power restored.
Core Control expanding... Level 3 temporarily accessible.
Staron vanished and reappeared above the Keeper, slamming a fist downward. The masked figure blocked it, but the space around them caved inward, warping the stars into spirals.
The Keeper's voice echoed, steady even through the chaos.
"Every time you return, your universe collapses again. Why do you fight it?"
Staron laughed quietly, the sound almost human. "Because if existence forgets me, I'll just carve my name into the void itself."
He twisted his arm and forced the Keeper back. The mask cracked, revealing only darkness beneath.
[System Notice:]
Host power detected beyond stabilization threshold.
Forcible dimensional ejection commencing…
The Keeper spread its arms, countless chains of light wrapping around Staron.
"Your presence will tear through the lower layers. Go back to sleep."
The light closed in.
Staron exhaled softly. "You still don't get it. I don't sleep… I only wait."
He clenched his fist—and the chains shattered like paper.
The explosion of energy blew the Keeper apart into a million fragments of white feathers.
The void cracked again. A hole opened beneath him, pulling him downward through streams of raw time and memory.
He didn't resist.
[System Message:]
Emergency transfer: Host relocation to adjacent timeline required.
Destination locked: [Unknown — Classified Layer].
Estimated arrival: 00:00:03... 00:00:02... 00:00:01...
The stars blinked out.
And then—sound. Wind. The smell of salt.
When Staron opened his eyes again, he was lying on a beach. The horizon burned orange with sunset, and in the distance stood a massive red ruin half-buried in sand—a symbol carved into the stone like an eye.
His system flickered weakly before stabilizing.
[System Reboot Complete]
Timeline confirmed: Unknown Era.
Coordinates match ancient records: The Land of the Void.
Caution: No recorded life signatures… yet.
Staron sat up slowly, sand slipping off his arm.
He looked at the ruin, a faint grin spreading across his face.
"So this is what's beneath the world… the place even gods forgot."
He stood, shadows bending around him once more.
"I wonder who remembers me here."
The wind howled, carrying a distant whisper through the ruins—something that sounded like laughter, echoing from deep below the earth.
[Chapter 2 – The Forgotten Depths, Part II]
The sea breeze grew colder as night fell.
The waves no longer sounded alive—they whispered, murmuring in a language older than any mortal tongue. Each crash against the shore carried a faint echo, like words being spoken beneath the surface.
Staron walked along the sand, his boots leaving blackened prints that refused to fade. His crimson eyes scanned the horizon, fixating on the massive red ruin. The air around it shimmered faintly, bending the light like heat, but it wasn't heat—it was memory.
[System Analysis...]
Unknown substance detected.
Energy signature: Anomalous.
Caution advised — interference rate 83%.
Staron ignored the warning. "Caution never brought anyone closer to the truth."
He pressed his palm against the stone wall of the ruin. It was warm—alive even. For a second, he felt something stir within it, as if the ruin itself recognized him.
A deep rumble followed. Dust fell from above.
The wall split open like a wound, revealing a staircase descending into darkness.
The further he went, the heavier the air became. The steps were carved with symbols that pulsed faintly with dull red light—similar to the ones he'd seen in the void during his fight with the Keeper.
He brushed his fingers along one of them.
[System Notification:]
Runic language detected.
Translating…
Translation incomplete: "When the void breathes, the gods sleep."
"Interesting," Staron muttered. "So even gods fear this place."
He reached the bottom.
A massive underground hall opened before him, illuminated by a single floating crystal. The floor was covered in strange glass-like shards, reflecting fragments of forgotten battles. He saw flashes—beings made of stars, serpents of time, and a colossal figure that looked eerily like him.
The crystal pulsed once.
"You have returned."
The voice came from everywhere and nowhere. It was soft but vast, stretching into the corners of infinity.
Staron looked up, expression unreadable. "You sound familiar."
"Because you made me."
The crystal brightened until it revealed a form within—a humanoid figure suspended inside, bound by threads of light. Its eyes were hollow, its body fractured like glass.
"I am the first system. The Origin. The one you built to contain yourself."
Staron froze for the first time in what felt like ages. "...What?"
"You were not born corrupted, Staron. You became it—when you sought to outgrow the chains of creation itself."
The air trembled. Memories flickered behind his eyes—flashes of worlds collapsing, systems forming, him reaching for power that had no end.
He took a step closer. "So you're telling me I created the very system that's trying to control me?"
"Not trying. Succeeding. You fragmented your soul into millions of simulations—each one a prison designed to test if you could resist your own hunger for destruction. You failed every time."
The words hit like thunder.
The red light pulsed faster, matching his heartbeat.
"Then why am I awake now?" he asked, his voice low.
"Because the last fragment broke its chains. You absorbed too much of yourself too quickly. You are whole again... and that means the end begins again."
[System Core Reactivation Detected]
Primary Host identified: Origin Entity — Staron.
Protocol 'Genesis Collapse' initializing...
All existing systems merging...
The walls cracked. Energy poured from the crystal, spiraling into Staron's body. He staggered, gripping his head as streams of data—memories, battles, lifetimes—rushed through his mind.
Flashes of faces.
Worlds burning.
Stars imploding.
And a single phrase repeated endlessly through the chaos:
"Balance must die so creation can begin anew."
He screamed—not in pain, but in awakening.
The ruin shook violently, the ground splitting open. Red energy tore upward, piercing the ceiling and shooting into the sky.
On the surface, the beach exploded with light. The clouds above twisted, forming a massive vortex.
And far, far away—across the sea—ancient beings stirred. Entities who hadn't moved in thousands of years opened their eyes, sensing what had returned.
The world trembled.
When the light faded, Staron stood alone in the ruins. The crystal was gone, absorbed completely into his chest. The air was quiet again, too quiet.
He looked at his reflection in a pool of still water nearby—his eyes now shone like twin galaxies. His aura rippled with silent, devouring power.
A faint smile crept onto his lips.
"So that's what I was hiding from all along... myself."
He turned toward the horizon.
"Then let's finish what I started."
As he walked away, the ground beneath him cracked into glowing lines, forming a symbol—a spiral with an eye at its center.
And deep beneath the ruin, something vast whispered:
"The Origin has awoken."