Before walking through the long corridor to the Celestial Dragon's bedroom, Ignyr calmly considered the enemies he might face.
With the tactical advantage of someone who once followed comics closely, he would undoubtedly devise a flawless plan—know your enemy, know yourself.
Given the arrogance typical of the Celestial Dragons, they would never leave the defense of their chambers solely to brute force. The most efficient option would be relying on covert agencies like the CP units—specializing in intelligence and assassination.
While the unknown could not be predicted, Ignyr had already prepared meticulous counters for the known threats—especially Lucci and the others.
By this point in the timeline, CP9's top agents should've already been cast off, scraping by with odd jobs in the Spring Queen's city.
Yet somehow, the Celestial Dragons, in their hubris—and particularly the patriarch—had defied expectations and recalled all seven members of CP9.
Ignyr had anticipated Blueno's Door-Door Fruit ability. Without that foresight, the patriarch might have already escaped to safety.
As Blueno battled Ace, he responded to Lucci's signal and opened a portal between Ace's location and the patriarch's room.
These two linked portals represented the greatest vulnerability of the Door-Doa Fruit.
Once Blueno captured the patriarch and retreated through the same portal, he couldn't return to Ace's location without opening a new one—a crucial gap.
Ignyr took full advantage of that moment. With the power of the Yami Yami no Mi, the Dark-Dark Fruit, he collapsed the exit portal into darkness, severing the link entirely.
The devouring force of darkness canceled out the Devil Fruit ability, rendering Blueno powerless inside the void.
Unable to maintain the space, Blueno and the patriarch were forcibly ejected—dumped back where they'd started, completely disoriented.
Everyone watched in stunned silence as the confused Blueno and the horrified patriarch reappeared, helpless prey.
Before CP0 could react, black tendrils surged from a pool of shadow beneath the patriarch's feet. Dark tentacles wrapped around him and dragged him into the abyss.
Using the gravity of a black hole, Ignyr sealed away the true culprit—reserved for a slow, agonizing end after the war.
"No!!!"
Just moments ago, the man they risked everything to protect had vanished into the darkness, leaving behind only the invaders—and Ignyr, standing in victory.
Lucci—the leopard man—howled in grief. His shattered arm hung uselessly at his side as he let out a roar of pure heartbreak.
The failure to protect Saint Draco, whom he'd devoted himself to utterly, crushed him more than the pain of his wounds.
Lucci had joined the government's secret organization at just ten years old. As a child, he endured brutal training and rose quickly.
By thirteen, he shocked the world by resolving a hostage crisis—by slaughtering 500 soldiers deemed too weak to be saved.
Even a pirate shell to the back couldn't stop him. Using Tekkai, he withstood the blast and annihilated the enemy crew—accomplishing what the kingdom never could.
At such a young age, his ruthless resolve and cold logic impressed even the highest ranks of the World Government.
Instead of being punished, Lucci was rewarded—his heart hardened by an ideology that glorified strength as justice.
His entire belief system, shaped by a twisted definition of order, guided his meteoric rise—until he met Luffy and the Straw Hats at Enies Lobby.
Their crushing defeat didn't just shatter his body—it shattered the worldview he'd clung to.
Carried from the battlefield by broken comrades, Lucci spent years as a discarded remnant, drowning in failure.
Then came the Celestial Dragons. The patriarch offered him salvation, restoring purpose and forming a new CP0.
He devoted everything to protecting that man—his last reason to fight.
And now, in this final battle, even after giving everything, he failed again. His partners died, and the patriarch had been swallowed by darkness right in front of him.
Lucci's soul crumbled. With nothing left to believe in, he became a walking corpse—living now a form of torment worse than death.
"Aaaaaah!!!"
In the lavish bedroom, only Blueno remained standing—silent and defeated—while the Avenger squad stood victorious.
Lucci, broken in both body and spirit, let out a blood-choked roar. His ruined arms gave out, collapsing to the floor as he howled like a dying beast.
"Rankyaku... Leopard Tail!"
The battered cheetah crouched low, coiling his body before releasing a 360-degree sweeping kick.
Arcs of light erupted in a circular slash, tearing through the smoke in a brilliant blue ring.
Ignyr leapt into the air, easily dodging the massive arc as it blazed past beneath him.
"Tekkai: Kūboku!"
With his fist clad in Armament Haki, the Avenger slammed his punch into Lucci's chest. The impact sounded like a sledgehammer hitting steel.
Lucci twisted his legs, coiling like a spring, and spun violently through the air.
"Rokuōgan Variant: Wolf Fang Spiral!"
His entire body turned like a gear, every rotation packed with force. Mid-spin, his legs clamped together and launched toward Ignyr like a bullet.
The sheer pressure from the technique was strong but Ignyr was done playing around.
This was it—Lucci's final strike, the death throes of a man who had nothing left to lose.
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