On the shattered island of Punk Hazard, the rescued survivors of horrific experiments stood frozen in disbelief. Among them, the four Lunarians stared silently at the horizon—eyes burning not with fear, but vengeance. For the first time, the dream of revenge against the Celestial Dragons felt within reach.
Rocky of the Giant Clan, meanwhile, felt ambition swell in his chest. With the backing of the infamous Hell Pirates, how difficult could it be to claim the throne as King of the Giants?
"Let's take on the truly powerful! Spread the Hell Pirates' name across the Grand Line!" Brook shouted, voice booming over the crashing waves.
Leading the charge, Brook surged forward without hesitation. How could a warrior become the strongest without stepping onto the battlefield himself? And more importantly—he was here to announce something to the world: that every one of these elite warriors under his banner had mastered the legendary art of Haki!
While the Navy fleet hesitated, scrambling to retreat, the Hell Pirates showed no such fear. Their airborne fleet swooped lower, ready to engage. Officers across the fleet yearned to prove themselves in the eyes of the world, eager to leave their mark by clashing with Admirals.
Kaido, the raging beast himself, was first to act—leaping from a flying battleship and crashing down onto the warship's deck like a meteor. Brook could only think of one word to describe him: reckless.
Fortunately for Kaido, neither of the two Admirals— Kong and Coss Davo —deemed him worthy of their attention. Their gazes were fixed squarely on Brook and his high-ranking commanders. If they had taken Kaido seriously from the start, he might've been flattened before he could even prove himself.
" Kong is mine," Brook declared firmly. "Redfield and Shiki—take on Coss Davo. Newgate, deal with the CP0. Linlin, handle the lieutenants and reinforcements!"
It was a swift, decisive allocation of forces. Brook's Soul Slash had the perfect edge against Kong's brute physicality, while Davo's aerial advantage made him a better match for fliers like Redfield and Shiki.
As for Edward Newgate, wielder of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, his raw force countered the elusive, ambush-based tactics of CP0 perfectly. Brook cast a brief glance toward Charlotte Linlin—frowning slightly. She was invincible, no doubt, her iron balloon-like body almost impenetrable, but she was also heavily pregnant.
If not for her stubbornness, Brook would've preferred keeping her in the backlines—raining fire and lightning through Prometheus and Zeus like a living artillery mage. But Linlin had other plans. She was determined to charge in as a "battle mage," so Brook could only assign her to the lower-risk brawlers, keeping her away from the Admirals.
"Brook, you scoundrel!" roared Kong. "The World Government won't forgive you for this!"
Never before had the Navy suffered such catastrophic losses in the New World. Most pirates feared to even speak of challenging them. But Brook had changed the game.
In just a few years, the entire balance of power in the New World had shifted. The three pseudo-Overlord who ruled for over a decade—gone. The Overlord Diger, whose reign spanned thirty years—vanished. Even the Ice Demon, who ruled for centuries, had fallen. All had connections to Brook and Rocks, with Brook walking away the biggest winner each time.
Souls of powerhouses like Diger, Saracha, and David Kyons now rested in Brook's grasp. The Ewald Pirates had become a subordinate force under the Hell Pirates' flag. Compared to Rocks, who controlled vast territories, Brook had built his strength from nothing—an origin story so wild, not even the most outlandish storybooks would dare write it.
"I accepted my fate the moment I killed a Celestial Dragon," Brook replied coldly. "You don't need to remind me."
As he spoke, a massive dark green sword slash—charged with Underworld Aura—ripped through the air, headed straight for Kong's warship. The attack cut through the tension like a blade through silk.
This was war, after all—not a debate for philosophers. And at sea, one careless dodge might doom your ship. Even the finest warships or pirate vessels stood no chance against a true powerhouse's attack. Unless you had monstrous physique like Rayleigh, who swam across the Calm Belt, or the likes of Mihawk sailing solo on a coffin boat, you had no choice but to rely on fragile ships.
Even the Adam Wood-built Thousand Sunny had its deck shredded during Big Mom's assault. The sea showed no mercy.
Kong's fists turned obsidian-black with Armament Haki. He leapt into the air and punched—shattering Brook's flying slash in an explosive clash that marked the start of full-scale war.
The Golden Lion, Shiki, grinned savagely and drew Oto and Kogarashi, spitting out his cigar as he dove into the fray. At the same time, Redfield unsheathed his elegant rapier and flashed like crimson lightning past Shiki—aiming straight for Coss Daivo.
"Damn you, Redfield! Show-off!" Shiki cursed, but he couldn't help the fire burning in his chest. He tightened his grip, his twin blades wrapped in black and red lightning as he followed Redfield into battle.
Flying slashes had their uses—clearing out fodder, creating chaos—but against top-tier opponents, they were often wasteful. True masters closed the distance. They knew better than to gamble away precious stamina on flashy techniques that would likely miss.
In battles that could last days, even a single wasted move might be your undoing.
Meanwhile, Whitebeard—Edward Newgate—landed like an earthquake on another warship. Brandishing his massive naginata, he carved through the battlefield, a walking calamity. White energy pulsed along his blade—the telltale glow of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit.
He charged straight at CP0's Captain Gerling, unleashing a quake-infused slash.
The CP0 agents, cloaked in white masks, instinctively used Soru (Shave) to vanish. But the destruction followed. The warship beneath them trembled, then cracked—split bow to stern in one brutal quake. Saltwater poured in as the ship broke in two, reduced to floating rubble.
[Navy Ship – 1: Eliminated]
The CP0 trio surfaced, gasping, alarmed. Their evasive techniques had saved them for a moment—but the truth was obvious. If Newgate kept smashing ships like this, retreat would soon become impossible.
Their training had not prepared them for a disaster-class enemy like Whitebeard. One encounter, one swing—and an entire warship was gone.
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The viewers glued to the Den Den Mushi broadcast gasped in awe—was this the true might of a New World overlord?
Just like the notorious Rocks Pirates, the Hell Pirates possessed the power to battle two Navy Admirals head-on. If the two crews ever decided to truly unite... could Marineford withstand such a clash?
In the past, the sea's overlords fought among themselves, their egos and grudges keeping them apart. Alliances were short-lived, unstable. As a result, the World Government never truly feared a full-scale pirate union.
But things were different now.
Brook and Rocks didn't seem like mortal enemies anymore. At least on the surface, they maintained an alliance. Both their crews had entered the New World together, kicking up chaos like twin typhoons. Their relationship clearly wasn't simple.
Still, everyone knew the truth—Brook and Rocks could never truly be allies. Brook had personally slain several high-ranking members of the Rocks Pirates: Salman, Sawa, the Kurozumi siblings… the list went on.
During the old Overlord Alliance, Brook had even teamed up with Diger to battle Rocks himself, killing David Kyons, a key member of a Rocks-affiliated crew. The hatred between them ran deep.
This fragile alliance would eventually shatter. The moment one side gained an edge in strength or influence, the fangs would come out—and one "ally" would be torn apart.
But until then, as long as their power remained evenly matched, this uneasy truce might persist... and if it did, they could very well turn their combined fury against the Navy.
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"Mmmm~... so many delicious souls!"
Charlotte Linlin had gone full demon mode again, gorging herself on the lifespans and spirits of terrified marines. Her Homies army wreaked havoc across the deck, fighting side-by-side with Brook's eerie ghost legion.
Meanwhile, the human-imitator baboons under Golden Lion's command leapt from their ship like rabid monkeys, charging into the fray. Not to be outdone, the samurai battalion stormed aboard under the command of Ashura Doji, their blades glinting with fury.
Ashura, still young and not yet a Great Swordsman, faced off against a Vice Admiral with the aura of a master. Though clearly outclassed in experience, Ashura's raw talent allowed him to hold his ground, matching the Admiral's strikes with fierce determination.
Not far off, Stussy intercepted a CP0 agent that had been targeting Newgate. Once the most promising quasi-CP recruit, Stussy now fought as a traitor, empowered by the Mythical Zoan—Siren Model. With her hybrid form enhancing her every move, she pushed the seasoned CP0 agent into retreat.
"Agent No. 10086, former candidate for CP0," her opponent spat coldly. "This is your final warning. Return to the World Government… or suffer a fate worse than death!"
Stussy raised a brow. "10086? That's our Hell Pirates' recruitment hotline. You applying?"
Her smirk turned venomous. She had no intention of going back. Brook had given her trust, freedom, and power—not to mention affection. Why the hell would she go back to being a wage-slave 007 knockoff?
"You dare mock us?! You insolent—"
"Shut it, you dollar-store reject!"
With a snap of her fingers, she launched into her ultimate move.
"Six Powers: Finger Gun – Dark Wind Cone!"
A spiraling wind blast burst from her fingertip like a jet turbine. The sheer force sent shockwaves across the deck. The CP0 agent's eyes widened in horror.
"Iron Body – Steel Mode!"
He tensed every muscle, coating his body in a dense layer of Armament Haki and attempting to absorb the blow.
Too late.
"Shohoho~! Using Iron Body to take a cone shot? Didn't Mr. Brook teach you better?"
Stussy giggled behind her hand. "That's not Iron Body. That's tofu armor with an ego."
The conical blast drilled through his chest with brutal force. Blood sprayed into the air. Ribs shattered.
"In your next life, pick a technique that lets you move, not one that makes you a punching bag. Better yet—master the ultimate skill: Escape!"
She spun midair, launching a devastating Storm Kick, slicing through the air and cleanly decapitating the CP0 agent. The slash dug a trench into the deck, leaving nothing but carnage in her wake.
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"WORORORORO~! I'm gonna take on a Vice Admiral today!"
Kaido, still a teen but already a monstrous beast, roared like a madman. Blood streaked his body from earlier injuries, but he fought on like an unstoppable force of nature.
His battle cry drew the attention of a Marine Vice Admiral, who charged toward him with killing intent. Kaido braced for impact—
CHOMP!
A massive shark burst from the waves and bit into the Admiral's side, forcing him to defend himself.
"Hammerhead Shark Scaredo!!!"
The Vice Admiral staggered back. Even with Armament Haki, no one wanted to be caught in those jaws.
"Vice Admiral-san, please step away from our strongest rookie!" Scaredo grinned, his razor teeth gleaming like obsidian.
"Brother Scaredo! Just in time!" Kaido whooped. "Let's kill this guy together!"
Despite his wounds, Kaido's body was healing fast—his regenerative powers were already legendary among the crew. Even Scaredo was impressed.
BANG!
A sudden gunshot rang out. A rear admiral—previously defeated by Kaido—had tried to crawl back for a sneak attack… but his head was now gone.
"Stay sharp, Kaido! This is a battlefield!"
Hiruba lowered his smoking rifle. He'd known Kaido could dodge, but there was no reason to take chances.
"WOORORORO~! That guy again! Brother Hiruba's sniping is top-notch!"
Not far away, another rear admiral screamed as his Goat Form Devil Fruit powers failed. His limbs turned human again, trembling in fear.
His fruit powers had been nullified.
"You… you've crippled me…!" he cried.
"Hahaha~ With that Goat Fruit of yours, you might just make a fine... blood donor!"
Crocus, the crew's unhinged doctor, grinned as he bound the man. Embedded in the admiral's thigh was a seastone bullet—fired by Hiruba, of course.
Unlike normal shooters, Hiruba aimed to incapacitate, not kill. Brook's orders were clear—capture Devil Fruit users alive whenever possible. They were too valuable.
Fishman Tom and Fisher Tiger led their underwater troops, ambushing marines who fell overboard. Officers with ranks were captured, bound, and dragged onto the deck.
Brook had made it clear—marine captains and vice admirals could fetch a hefty price on the black market… or be sold back to the World Government, at a tidy profit.
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