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The silence that followed Ace's apocalyptic display of Haki was absolute. Blackbeard and his crew were in a full, panicked rout, scrambling over rubble like rats fleeing a burning ship. Their earlier arrogance had completely evaporated, replaced by the primal terror of a predator that had just tried to mug a god and gotten its teeth kicked in for the trouble.
On the Moby Dick, Whitebeard's grin was so wide it looked like it could split his face in two. "GURARARARA! Did you see that?! Now that's my son!"
The pirates let out a deafening roar. Hope, which had been a flickering ember, now blazed into an inferno.
Blackbeard's crew finally reached the edge of the bay, desperate to escape. Suddenly, the thick mist at the bay's entrance parted, and a single ship with a distinctive red figurehead glided into view. At its prow stood a man with three scars and an aura of such casual, absolute authority that the very sea seemed to calm down in his presence.
"Red-Haired... Shanks?!" a Marine screamed, his voice cracking.
Blackbeard and his crew skidded to a halt, their faces paling. They had fled from a demon only to run headfirst into a living legend. Shanks's easy-going smile didn't reach his eyes. "Going somewhere, Teach?" he asked, his voice deceptively light.
The battlefield froze. The arrival of a second Emperor had shattered every calculation. Sengoku felt a migraine beginning to form. This war was officially off the rails.
But before the tension could escalate, a familiar, rubbery voice shrieked with a joy that was completely out of place on a bloody battlefield.
"SHAAAAAAAAANKS!"
Every head turned. Luffy, his face covered in grime and tears, was now beaming, bouncing on the balls of his feet like a kid who'd just spotted his favorite superhero at the grocery store. He started waving his arms frantically.
"IT'S ME! LUFFY! LOOK! I'm a pirate now! My bounty is super big!"
Shanks blinked, his serious demeanor momentarily broken by sheer surprise. A slow, fond smile spread across his face. Even here, in the middle of a world-ending war, Luffy was still Luffy.
Blackbeard saw his opening. While the world was distracted by this bizarre reunion, he and his crew started to shuffle sideways, trying to sneak away.
"Oh no you don't," Ace's voice cut through the air, sharp and cold. He hadn't moved. His eyes were locked on Teach. "We're not done here, Marshall D. Teach."
Ace infused his voice with just enough Haki to draw every powerful individual's attention back to him. "You know, I've had a lot of time to think while I was locked up. About you. About your ambition. It always seemed too big, too specific. It's not just a desire for power. It's a desire to sit on the empty throne. The ambition to become King of the World."
Blackbeard froze, a flicker of genuine shock in his eyes.
"That's a very particular dream," Ace continued, his voice calm and deductive. "The kind of dream a man only gets if he's heard stories his whole life. Stories about someone who came close to achieving it. Someone whose will was so immense it took my father and my grandfather working together to stop him at God Valley."
The moment the words "God Valley" left Ace's lips, the atmosphere on the battlefield changed. It was no longer a war. It was a history lesson, and the old legends in attendance were listening with a terrifying intensity.
Garp, who had been watching with a grim expression, flinched as if struck. Sengoku shot to his feet. Whitebeard's grin vanished, replaced by a dark, thunderous scowl. They all knew exactly who Ace was talking about.
"You served on Pops's ship for decades," Ace said, his eyes boring into Teach. "Pops, who once served under that same man. You were in the perfect position to learn, to listen, to find the power of darkness that your 'father' so desperately craved."
He let the implication hang in the air for a heart-stopping second before he delivered the final, world-shattering blow.
"Your ambition isn't your own. You're just a ghost, living in a shadow. You're trying to finish what your father started... Rocks D. Xebec."
The name was a thunderclap that shook the very foundations of the world. Blackbeard's face contorted, not with denial, but with pure, unadulterated rage. The secret he had guarded his entire life, the source of his cursed will, had just been laid bare for the entire world to see.
The reactions were instantaneous and profound. "Xebec's... SON?!" Sengoku roared, his mind reeling. The worst nightmare of the World Government, a specter they had tried to erase from history, had an heir. And he was right there.
Whitebeard let out a low, guttural growl that sounded like grinding continents. He was looking at Teach not as a traitorous son, but as the cursed offspring of his former, monstrous captain. The betrayal was now layered with a dark, historical poison.
Shanks's hand fell to the hilt of his sword, his expression now deadly serious. The pieces were clicking into place. The scar on his face, the unnatural ambition, the "D" in his name—it all made a terrifying kind of sense. He was facing the legacy of his own captain's greatest rival.
Ace wasn't finished. "A body that never sleeps," he said, his voice a deadly serious whisper. "Inheriting the will and blood of a man who tried to become a god. A man with that kind of cursed heritage...Davy D. Jonnes. he'd definitely know a way to break the ultimate rule. A way to hold more than one Devil Fruit."
That was the line that turned a historical crisis into an immediate threat.
The war had instantly transformed. It was a three-pronged standoff. In one corner, the Marines, now tasked with exterminating a living ghost from the Void Century. In the second, the Whitebeard Pirates, their goal to purge the cursed legacy of their past. In the third, the Red-Hair Pirates, who had arrived to end a war and had instead walked into a battle for the fate of the world.
Luffy, completely missing the gravitas, finally stopped waving. He looked at Jinbe, his head tilted in genuine confusion.
"Who's Davy?" he asked. "Is he a musician? I bet he's a musician!"
And at the center of it all stood three men. Marshall "Davy D." Teach, now revealed as Rocks D. Teach, the unnatural ambition, a cornered, rabid animal. Monkey D. Luffy, the inheritor of the future, blissfully unaware of the true stakes. And Portgas D. Ace, the avenging king, who had just gambled the fate of the world on a history and turned the entire war into a hunt for the devil's sons.