Brook ultimately failed to gain full control over Chital. But before releasing him, he left behind a few "gifts"—experimental enhancements born from Vegapunk's research. If peace held, nothing would happen. But if war broke out... those gifts might activate in terrifying ways.
Brook couldn't help but reflect on how far he'd strayed from his original ideals.
Am I getting more insidious? No... let's rephrase that. This is called foresight. This is called a contingency plan. This is how you win with minimal cost.
Even if Brook released Chital, it didn't mean he was letting him go entirely. If Chital ever turned against him again, Brook would show him what true pain and torture meant.
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Marineford, Navy Headquarters
A high-priority call from Vice Admiral John Jax interrupted the admiral's strategy meeting. The contents were explosive: the Hell Pirates had made contact with Elbaf and captured members of the Giant Kingdom—forcing King Odin into a temporary alliance.
The information sent shockwaves through the upper echelons of the Navy. If Brook successfully drew Elbaf into his fold, acquiring a Giant Army, the Hell Pirates would become even more formidable.
The situation was dire.
An emergency meeting was called.
"Elbaf is deep in the New World," an officer said. "If we deploy too many troops there, we risk getting trapped between the Hell Pirates and the Rocks Pirates. There's no guarantee we'll even make it out."
Chief of Staff Weimark stepped forward. "What is King Odin's stance? If he isn't willing to fully oppose Brook, then we're walking into a trap. Unless Elbaf commits to the fight, we'll be isolated and outnumbered."
His words were clear—Elbaf's support was critical. A neutral King Odin would only increase the Navy's risk of annihilation in enemy waters.
Fleet Admiral Kukulkan, stone-faced, made his decision. "Mobilize the three admirals for support. John Jax is to continue probing King Odin's intentions. At the same time, keep a sharp eye on the Rocks Pirates.
Let Kong, Braver, Garp, Zephyr, and other close-combat specialists handle Rocks.
As for the Hell Pirates, send in Coss Davo, Hoss, Sengoku, and others with strategic or Devil Fruit-based abilities. They're better suited for dealing with Brook's unpredictable methods."
Fleet Admiral Kukulkan knew full well that Rocks, wielder of the Dark-Dark Fruit, was the greatest threat to ability users. So the lineup had to be tailored carefully. Brook, on the other hand, needed a different kind of pressure.
To reinforce the operation, Kukulkan even submitted a formal request to the Five Elders—for CP0 support.
If it were possible, he would have requested the Knights of God themselves.
But he knew the answer.
The Knights of God never left the Celestial Dragon homeland of Marijoa. They were the final guardians of the world's rulers. Even he, the Navy Fleet Admiral, couldn't command them.
While CP0 acted as the Celestial Dragons' enforcers in the outside world, the Knights of God were their divine shields—each one as powerful as an admiral, if not more.
In rare cases, one or two Knights would escort a Celestial Dragon patriarch to the Valley of the Gods for security purposes. But no ordinary Celestial Dragon could mobilize them. Even when Celestial Dragons committed crimes, it was the Knights of God—not CP0—who judged and punished them.
Brook remembered well what happened in the original records: Saint Donquixote Musgard once struck down Saint Charlos for trying to enslave Princess Shirahoshi. CP0 didn't dare touch him. Later, Musgard was taken by the Knights of God for trial—proof that even CP0 feared them.
In truth, the Five Elders and Celestial Dragons viewed the Navy as nothing more than watchdogs. CP0 was considered on par with admirals. The Knights of God stood even higher.
That's why even a direct request from Kukulkan wouldn't move them.
And it was this imbalance of power that stung the most. Even in the original chronicles, Admiral Sakazuki—Akainu—was insulted and dismissed as a mere dog of the World Government. Even Rob Lucci of CP0 had spoken to him without fear.
The frustration was palpable.
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Back in the New World, before any decisions from Marijoa could trickle down, King Odin had already departed with Saul—bound for the Hell Giant Soldier Castle.
Jax had tried to stop him, but the king had made his choice. Still, Jax understood the unspoken order—buy time, and bring reinforcements.
Following this cue, he contacted Marineford again and relayed everything.
The Navy responded quickly. Two high-level admirals—Coss Davo and Hoss—were deployed, along with an elite squad of CP0. Their mission: to join King Odin and strike down the Hell Pirates before Brook's power spread any further.
Such a large-scale operation didn't go unnoticed. But the other New World overlord, Rocks, was currently being kept in check by Kong, Garp, Zephyr, and their physical-combat units.
He had no chance to intervene.
Brook, however, saw things differently.
He blamed King Odin entirely. Whether or not Odin had orchestrated the navy's intervention, it was clear that Elbaf had drawn too much attention to itself. The balance had shifted—and not in Brook's favor.
If Odin only wanted to drag the Navy into the water to maintain a neutral balance, then fine—but the Hell Pirates had already lost the advantage.
That was enough for Brook.
"No more mercy," he muttered, his grin widening.
"If I can't get Gungnir, I'll melt down Kratos's Axe of the God of War and turn it into something better!"
He laughed heartily, repeating a mantra from the old guerrilla warfare teachings:
"When the enemy advances, I retreat.
When the enemy halts, I harass.
When the enemy tires, I strike.
When the enemy retreats, I pursue."
It was time to apply this to the letter.
When the Navy finally arrived in Elbaf, Brook didn't even wait. He had Golden Lion Shiki fly Hell Giant Soldier Castle away immediately, avoiding direct confrontation. Let the Navy come. Let them sit in the heart of enemy territory with no one to fight. Let them waste resources.
The longer they stayed, the more they'd bleed.
Brook had no intention of giving them a proper battle—not here.
His strategy was simple: stretch the battlefront, isolate Elbaf, and separate the Navy from its allies. The moment Elbaf and the Navy tried to link up, he'd strike.
And if King Odin had any sense, he'd realize it soon:
A distant relative is no match for a close neighbor.
Brook's territory surrounded Elbaf on all sides. The Navy? They were far from home, and they wouldn't stay forever.
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The four fallen angels of the Lunaria Tribe, all in their early twenties, had already awakened Armament and Observation Haki. Under the command of their eldest brother, Abefu, each of them led a Chiroptera squad, forming the airborne division of the Hell Pirates.
Every day, they cruised over Elbaf, using Hell Giant Soldier City as their central hub. From the sky, they mapped the terrain, marked the population clusters, and even recorded the locations of the beast tribes scattered across the Giant Kingdom.
Golden Lion Shiki had approached Brook several times, asking if this elite air force could join his flying fleet. Brook only gave a diplomatic reply—he'd call on them if a mission required it.
In truth, they were still technically a trainee squad. They weren't too keen on being absorbed into Shiki's command, but when it came to missions—especially those targeting the World Government—they were always the first to volunteer.
The four Lunarians held a deep hatred for the Navy and the Celestial Dragons. Missions like robbing Celestial Gold convoys, ambushing slave-hunting patrols, or burning down noble caravans? They jumped at every chance. Their motto was simple:
"Kill a Celestial Dragon. Awaken the Conqueror."
It had become a core belief, and the pirate culture of the Hell Pirates suited them perfectly. They preached it daily, rallying other cadres to join in the crusade.
Abefu, in particular, had grown close to the fearsome Kaido—ten years his junior but just as brutal. The two hit it off instantly, drinking until they collapsed during one of the banquets. That night, Abefu was "carried off" by the hammer-wielding warrior woman Jennie, who laughed as she claimed her prize.
And so the seeds were sown for the birth of a future monster—Flame Disaster King.
Abefu's sister, Alice, didn't stop Jennie. With only four Lunarians left alive, she understood there were no options. Survival trumped romance.
The last brother, Aroan, was less lucky. He kept stealing glances at Alice, his face constantly flushed. Everyone knew what that meant, but Alice showed zero interest. It frustrated Aroan to no end.
He considered pulling a stunt like Jennie… but one look at Alice's fists and he gave up. One hit from her could end him. And even if she didn't kill him, Abefu certainly would. Or worse, the other Hell Pirate cadres would beat him into paste.
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Days passed in the blink of an eye.
One morning, Brook was in his Devil Fruit Collection Room, holding his baby daughter Kanna and picking fruit samples.
"Kanna~," he cooed, "I'll have to find you a Mythical Zoan-type Dragon Fruit one day. Preferably the form of a white dragon."
He chuckled, recalling the adorable electric-eating loli from Dragon Maid. A white Western dragon with lightning powers. That would suit his daughter perfectly.
"But which fruit would suit her best?" Brook mused. "Maybe I should just steal that mouthy wolf god Zoan Yamato ate. Ice affinity isn't bad either…"
He rubbed his chin. Wano Country had more Mythical Zoan Fruits than any other region. He needed to act fast—order his agents in Wano to collect any devil fruits immediately. If anyone else accidentally ate one, well… unfortunate souls, they'd have to die.
The Oguchi-no-Magami form. Dai-Nyudo form. Yamata-no-Orochi. Nue. Even the Dango Fruit and the Ripe-Ripe Fruit. So many powerful tools hidden in a tiny land.
"How the hell did a country that closed itself off from the world get this many fruits?" Brook muttered. "There must've been something powerful about Wano's past. Maybe its soil rebirths devil fruits…"
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock.
"Brother Brook! A massive army of giants is approaching from the west. It must be King Odin's main force!"
It was Antonio, calling from outside the door. He knew Brook was probably inside doting on his daughter. Fatherhood had softened the reaper—just a little.
"Got it," Brook said casually, handing Kanna to Charlotte Linlin. He left the room, flanked by Redfield and Shiki, heading out to welcome the legendary king of Elbaf.
Funny thing, really—Brook and the top fighters of his crew were considered monsters by human standards, but they were still babies compared to the lifespan of giants. A 200-year-old giant was just hitting his prime.
Whitebeard, now in his seventies, already relied on medicines to stay alive. But giants like Odin? They wouldn't start aging until 300. Brook realized something grim: if he didn't act quickly, he'd lose all his elite warriors to time.
He needed to find the Lantern Fish Island that housed Pure Gold—the legendary mineral that could stop aging. If he waited until the main storyline kicked off, it might be too late.
His women needed it too. Stussy was biologically ageless, but others like Shakky, Angel, and Linlin would need that gold soon.
"Hahaha~, I wonder if I'll finally see the legendary Spear of Elbaf today!" Shiki was practically bouncing.
"If I do," he added, "I'll hang up Oto and Kogarashi. Those'll be souvenirs. I'll forge two real divine swords!"
"Gurarara~. Don't get cocky." Whitebeard chuckled. "If Kratos's Axe of the God of War could notch my naginata even wrapped in Haki, I doubt your swords could handle the Spear of Elbaf."
Shiki shrugged. "Then we don't engage directly."
Brook nodded. "Right. If King Odin allies with the Navy, we retreat to Hell Giant Soldier City. No direct confrontation. Instead, we hit them from range with disaster-type attacks. Burn the land, shake the skies."
"If they betray us—" Shiki growled, "—I'll level Titan King City myself."
He wasn't bluffing. Offering Chital back was already more mercy than Elbaf deserved. If they crossed the line, vengeance would be swift and cruel.
As they approached the walls, a massive cloud of dust appeared on the western horizon.
Dozens of light-blue dinosaurs, each with thick horns, were pulling giant carriages. Onboard were Adam wood—entire branches, bark and all, with leaves still intact.
Brook's eyes lit up. "So much Adam wood... finally, a proper feast for Antonio's Den Den Mushi!"
He'd tried feeding them Adam leaves before, but now? Now he could properly upgrade every communication line in the fortress.
And then, he saw him.
King Odin.
A towering figure—25 meters tall, even bigger than Dorry (22.6m) and Chital (22.2m). The king sat atop a massive eight-legged white horse, holding the 28-meter-long Elbaf Lance, the mythical spear of his kingdom.
His presence was suffocating. From atop the Hell Giant Soldier City wall, Brook stared into the eyes of the Elbaf king.
Their eyes locked.
And then—boom.
A collision of Haki erupted in the sky. Blood-red lightning crackled between them. The wind roared. The city trembled. Cracks ran across the fortress wall. Several carriages in Odin's convoy collapsed under the spiritual pressure.
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