A massive red cube dominated the center of their vision.
Shinju stopped walking.
Nico Robin had arrived below ahead of them. In the previous timeline, this was where Luffy had saved her. Now she stood before the stone monument, emotions surging in her eyes as she traced the ancient, weathered characters with her fingertips.
She had already deciphered the message.
It was information about the ancient weapon Pluton.
Beneath Alabasta lay a warship capable of destroying the world.
Robin turned to look at Shinju.
From the moment he entered, this man hadn't spared the surroundings a single glance.
His objective was clear—so clear that he didn't even need her to translate.
Shinju walked past Robin.
He stopped before the Poneglyph.
He raised his hand and pressed his palm against the cold stone.
A system prompt rang directly in his mind—something important had appeared again.
[Ding! Detected high-dimensional information carrier.]
[Target confirmed: World-rule fragment.]
[Parsed content: Core structural blueprint of the ancient weapon "Pluton."]
[Consume?]
Shinju didn't hesitate.
Confirm.
Consumption initiated.
Robin had been about to step aside—until she saw something that shattered her worldview.
The text on the stone… moved.
Was that normal?
The symbols carved into the stone for eight hundred years peeled away from the surface.
They became floating, tangible characters.
The red stone itself began to fade.
All the detached characters gathered together, flowing in an endless stream into Shinju's palm.
Robin's mouth fell open.
She had watched priceless books in Ohara's burning library turn to ash.
In twenty years of running, she had seen ruins worn down by time until nothing remained.
But she had never seen anyone… eat history.
The words were disappearing.
Not as a metaphor—literally.
Robin rushed forward.
She tried to grab the vanishing characters.
Her hand passed through the shimmering stream. She caught nothing.
Those symbols felt like they existed in a different dimension entirely.
The final line vanished into Shinju's palm.
The red cube completely turned into a dull, gray-white block of ordinary stone.
Shinju closed his eyes.
A vast torrent of data crashed through his mind.
So that was it.
This was never "just a ship."
The people of this world had an absurdly narrow understanding of "weapons," turning everything into mysticism and legend.
Pluton was an entire industrial system.
A blueprint unfolded in his mind:
Anti-gravity engines.
High-energy particle beam cannons.
Beyond-visual-range strike radar.
And at the core of it all—a miniaturized, controllable nuclear fusion reactor.
That was Pluton's true face.
With enough materials, a warship like this could be mass-produced.
One vessel alone could erase an island.
A fleet of them would be god-slaying power.
"What did you do…?" Robin's voice came out dry.
Shinju withdrew his hand.
"I retrieved what belongs to me."
"That was history!" Robin shouted. "That was humanity's legacy! You destroyed it! Now nobody knows where Pluton is!"
Shinju looked down at her.
His eyes were terrifyingly calm.
"You're wrong."
He lifted a finger and tapped his temple.
"It's here."
"Pluton isn't some rotten hulk hidden under the ground."
"It's data—technology that surpasses this era."
"I've already taken it."
Robin froze.
She couldn't understand every part of what he was saying—
But she understood one thing.
Pluton hadn't vanished.
It had simply become part of Shinju.
This man… was Pluton.
Fear rose in her chest.
Crocodile wanted Pluton to build his ideal nation.
The World Government wanted Pluton to maintain its rule.
But this man didn't need to search.
He could create a new Pluton whenever he wanted.
Shinju turned and headed out.
"Keep up."
The words weren't polite.
Robin forced herself up.
She glanced at the colorless stone block—
Then followed him out of the underground hall.
Outside, Shinju stopped.
The communicator in his clothes was vibrating.
He took it out and answered.
A hurried report came through, with the thunder of cannon fire in the background.
"Sir! Something happened!"
It was one of the informants Shinju had planted in this world ahead of time.
Shinju's expression didn't change.
"Speak."
"Fighting broke out near Banaro Island!"
"Blackbeard clashed with Whitebeard's 2nd Division Commander, Portgas D. Ace!"
Shinju's grip on the communicator didn't tighten.
The story's corrective force still existed.
"The result."
He only needed the result.
The voice on the other end swallowed hard.
"Ace lost."
"He was captured by Blackbeard!"
"Blackbeard is heading to Marine Headquarters—looks like he's going to trade Ace for a Shichibukai seat!"
The call ended.
Robin had heard everything.
As Luffy's companion, she understood what Ace meant.
And back when they entered the Naruto world, Shinju had revealed fragments of future intelligence.
Those fragments were coming true.
Luffy's brother.
The bloodline of the Pirate King.
A division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates.
Once this news spread, the entire sea would boil.
Whitebeard would never stand by.
Marine Headquarters would go on full alert.
A war was coming.
Robin looked at Shinju's back, wanting to see his reaction.
Shinju simply put the communicator away.
He looked toward the horizon.
His expression stayed utterly calm.
A system panel opened in his field of view.
[Trigger: Ticket to the Summit War.]
[Current holdings: Pluton design blueprint (analysis 100%).]
[Suggested action: Intervene in the war. Harvest world rules.]
Shinju started walking.
"Let's go."
Robin hurried to catch up.
"Where to?"
"Marineford."
He spoke the name like it was nothing.
Robin paused for half a beat.
The Navy's highest stronghold.
A place about to become a meat grinder.
"…Are we going to save someone?" she asked cautiously.
Shinju didn't look back. His voice carried on the wind.
"Save someone?"
"No."
"We're going to end an era."
He had just obtained technology that could build planet-killing warships.
The strongest forces on this sea were about to gather in one place.
There was no better stage than that.
Pirates or Marines—it didn't matter.
In the face of a true technological gulf, they were all lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
Robin stared at his back and suddenly felt a terrifying illusion—
This man was a lofty observer.
And the observer had decided to step onto the field personally, crushing everything with overwhelming force.
Ace's capture was only a signal.
The old era's funeral bell had already been rung.
And the bell-ringer stood right in front of her.
Robin took a deep breath, forcing down the tremor in her heart, and quickened her pace.
She had to witness how history would be rewritten.
Or rather—
How history would be consumed.
Marineford. Fleet Admiral's office.
Sengoku's documents were crumpled in his hand.
The Den Den Mushi on the desk kept ringing—Blackbeard's ship had already reached the Gates of Justice.
That traitor had delivered a massive "gift."
Fire Fist Ace.
Sengoku took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
He knew exactly what accepting this gift meant.
Whitebeard that madman would come with everything he had.
The Marines had to prepare for total war.
This would be the largest battle since the Age of Pirates began.
The door opened.
Garp walked in, a bag of rice cakes in his hand.
The sound of chewing was painfully loud in the silent office.
Sengoku looked up at his old comrade.
"…Your grandson got caught."
Garp's chewing stopped.
Crumbs fell onto his clothes.
He didn't speak.
He only turned around and walked to the window, staring out at the raging sea.
His fist clenched tight.
No one knew what the Marine hero was thinking.
A storm was coming.
The entire world's eyes began turning toward this place.
And in a corner no one noticed—
A specially modified small airship sliced through the clouds at high speed, racing toward Marineford.
Inside the cockpit, Shinju stared at the radar screen.
Countless red dots were converging—Whitebeard's fleet, the Marines' elites—everything clearly displayed.
All of them were the "harvest" he was about to reap.
The first system fragment was already in hand.
Pluton's design had been uploaded into the Hall of Heroes.
Now came the moment to test its power.
He didn't need to play games like Blackbeard.
He didn't need brute force like Whitebeard.
Truth existed only within the range of the guns.
And his range was the sea of stars.
Shinju leaned back in his seat, waiting for the show to begin.
In this war, the main character would no longer be pirates
And certainly not Marines.
It would be him.
Namikaze Shinju.
And the absolute power he was about to display to the world.
(End of Chapter)
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