The World!

A moment ago--

Dozens of kilometers away from the Holy Land Mary Geoise, a small island that did not exist on any nautical chart suddenly appeared on the sea.

The island was teeming with people, their cries, gasps, and exclamations rising and falling—these were the commoners, servants, slaves, and kings and envoys Reverie various countries who had been evacuated from the Holy Land by Roy beforehand.

People lay sprawled on the beach, some weeping while supporting their companions, others staring blankly at the unfamiliar surroundings.

Their faces still bore the lingering terror of a few minutes earlier, as if the world had collapsed; their minds were filled with bewilderment.

No one knows why they suddenly appeared on this strange island from the Holy Land Mary Geoise.

Immediately afterwards, the air twisted violently once again.

Accompanied by a piercing "buzz--" sound, a group of people appeared out of thin air on the ground.

Those people were covered in wounds, dressed in rags, and still had broken chains dragging around their wrists and ankles.

Their eyes were vacant, their expressions numb, and their skin was covered with old wounds and whip marks, as if they had just escaped from Purgatory.

"Those are... slaves of the Celestial Dragons?!"

King Nefertari Cobra of the Alabasta Kingdom's expression changed instantly.

He hurriedly had a guard push the wheelchair forward, anxiously directing, "Quick! Get water! Get bandages! They need immediate medical attention!"

King Riku Dold III of King of Dressrosa, standing nearby, also gave a stern order, "All soldiers! Help immediately!"

Elizabello II of the Prodence Kingdom abandoned her royal robes and personally led a group to carry the wounded.

The kings who once represented "the nation and its interests" now sincerely bowed down and personally tended to the wounds of the enslaved commoners.

For a moment, the Island was in chaos, yet a long-lost warmth permeated the air.

That scene brought tears to the eyes of many survivors.

However, before everyone could recover from the chaos—

"Call--!"

A gust of wind swept across the sea, accompanied by the sound of flags Hunting Roar, coming from the distant horizon.

The clouds and mist were torn apart, and figures slowly emerged from the wind and light.

The person leading the group was a woman with a flamboyant aura.

She walked with a steady gait, her expression cool and confident, her short purple hair flying wildly in the sea breeze.

Her eyes were hidden beneath her bangs by burgundy sunglasses, and she wore a top red hat with goggles on the brim, the long tassel at the back of the hat Hunting Roar in the wind.

She wore only a red long-sleeved vest with the words "BELO" prominently printed on the back.

Her clothes were completely empty, her collarbone and chest line were boldly exposed, and a red tie was tied around her neck.

She had a cigarette dangling from her lips, a defiant smile playing on her lips.

She wore a long, tail-like skirt and red and white stockings, her legs encased in high red boots, and a short knife was tucked into her waistband. She looked like the embodiment of a storm.

She placed one hand on her hip, and with the other held aloft a large, bright red flag.

That was the iconic flag of the Revolutionary Army.

Bello Betty, East Army Commander of the Revolutionary Army.

Her appearance instantly silenced the previously noisy coastline.

Smoke swirled around her lips as she gently removed her sunglasses, revealing eyes brimming with fighting spirit and confidence.

"It seems we've arrived just in time."

Her voice was hoarse, yet it possessed a power that could ignite people's hearts.

Kings Cobra, Riku, and Elizabello were stunned almost simultaneously, then exchanged a glance with complex expressions.

They all knew that the Revolutionary Army could not have appeared here without prior knowledge.

This means that Garp's actions were by no means a simple "naval operation plan".

Behind this earth-shattering upheaval, the Revolutionary Army and some high-ranking naval officers had already secretly formed an alliance.

The wind howled past, and Bello Beatty planted the flag deep into the island's soil, the bright red cloth Hunting Roar in the sunlight.

A smile played at the corners of her lips, the smoke dissipated, revealing those words that sounded like a declaration:

"The Old World —it's time to end it."

The air above Mary Geoise was still trembling.

The original plateau of the Holy Land has long since disappeared, leaving only a huge, bottomless circular crater, as if the world had been wiped away by a god's punch.

The surrounding towers, palaces, and gardens have all vanished into nothingness, and the ground is so smooth that it reflects the cracks in the sky.

High above the scorching sky, four figures floated silently in the fierce wind.

Roy stood in the wind, his eyes reflecting the endless abyss.

Behind them, Ace, Luffy, and Garp floated in mid-air, their robes intertwined with flames and air currents in the storm.

"Grandpa—this is... this is terrifying!!"

Luffy's jaw almost dropped to his chest, and his eyes were so wide they looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets.

"An entire Holy Land is gone--!"

Ace swallowed hard, his face stiff as a rock. "Hey, hey, hey... Grandpa, this isn't a 'punch,' it's an 'erasure'!"

Garp threw his head back and laughed, his laughter echoing through the heavens. "Goo-ha-ha!! That was exhilarating!! I've been wanting to punch this wretched place for ages!!"

"For decades, seeing those Celestial Dragons' arrogant faces... I've been itching to go crazy!!"

He turned and yelled at Roy, "Hey! Roy, where are the people in there?!"

Roy sighed, a helpless smile playing on his lips, "Old man, that punch of yours has forced me to rewrite my entire battle plan."

He raised his Right Hand, and the spatial light array at his fingertips slowly dispersed.

"Don't worry—I've already moved everyone who has nothing to do with the Holy Land out."

Garp paused for a moment, then threw his head back and laughed wildly, "Haha!! As expected of you, you brat, well done!!"

The laughter hadn't faded when suddenly—

"Thump--!"

A deep, oppressive, and chilling tremor emanated from the deep pit beneath our feet.

It was a resonance imbued with anger and an ancient aura, as if the entire earth was roaring.

Roy's smile faded, his brow furrowed slightly, and his voice was low. "Grandpa, this is just the beginning..."

Before the words were finished, a sudden rumble came from the earth.

The tremors came from the bottom of the abyss, as if some enormous creature was breaking through the earth.

The entire sky trembled, dust swirled, and light shot wildly upwards from the bottom of the pit.

"Boom--!"

A dazzling golden light illuminated the sky, and a scorching wave of air swept across the abyss like a tsunami. From the bottom of the abyss, an incomparably magnificent city slowly emerged!

That's -- Pangaea Castle!

Like an immortal behemoth, it rose again from the ashes of destruction, the golden patterns on the city walls shimmering with an eerie light.

The Holy Land site, which should have been destroyed, has risen up perfectly intact.

"Roar--!"

What followed was a roar powerful enough to tear through the clouds!

A Sandworm, a thousand feet long, coiled above Pangaea Castle, its scales reflecting the brilliance of the flames like gold.

As its body twisted, the entire sky trembled.

Even more terrifying was what was above the Sandworm's head—

A figure slowly appeared.

He was dressed in a dark gold robe and wore a three-pronged crown, exuding an ancient and majestic aura.

With just one glance, it exudes an overwhelming and terrifying presence.

"This, this is..."

Garp's laughter froze in his throat, and his pupils instantly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

Roy gazed at the colossal shadow crawling out of hell, a slight smile playing on his lips, "Remember it, old man—"

"It is the very thing you witnessed in the God Valley thirty-eight years ago..."

"--'World'!!"