Destroy the Red Line

Sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting its glow upon the ruins of Mary Geoise, as if draping this land of end and rebirth in a thin layer of gold.

The wind, carrying the scent of dust and salt, brushed against Roy's cloak.

He stood atop the precipice, looking down at the boundless blue sea below.

The waves rolled and crashed along the cracked edge of the Red Line, their deep roar like the ancient heartbeat, heavy and warning.

Roy remained silent, his gaze distant. "From the peak to the bottom..."

Therefore, the Davy Clan has always wanted to reactivate that 'National Treasure'.

"To break free from a curse that has lasted for thousands of years."

That curse was neither disease nor fate.

Rather, it is the "price" written into one's blood, the trace left after life has been altered.

That pain has been passed down through generations.

No one can purify it, and no one can forget it.

Roy sighed softly, his gaze sweeping across the sky, as if peering into the buried history.

"When the massive war between the Twenty Countries and Joy Boy began..."

That war nearly destroyed the entire continent of the world.

"The sea swallowed civilizations, and ancient kingdoms were reduced to ruins."

"At that time, they needed a 'high ground' that wouldn't be flooded."

The wind blew up the ashes on the ground, scattering them in the air like fragments of time.

"Imu's gaze, however, fell upon the Red Line."

That was the only place that could survive the great flood.

He walked slowly forward, his fingers tracing the cracks in the rocks.

In my gaze, fragments of history are constantly piecing together to form a line.

"After that calamity, He allied with another legendary Pirate of the time, 'Davy Jones'."

"They joined forces to defeat the guardians of the Land of God on the Red Line — the Lunarian Tribe."

"And they occupied that legendary 'Land of Gods' and found its core treasure—the 'National Treasure'."

Roy closed his eyes, and the blue and white light behind the alloy door appeared in his mind.

They had made a 'Promise' with each other.

"Imu will activate the National Treasure to help Davy Jones break the blood curse of the Davy Clan."

He chuckled softly, a laugh tinged with indifference and sarcasm.

Unfortunately, Imu never intended to keep his Promise.

Roy opened his palm, sunlight filtering through his fingers and falling onto his hand.

"What He wanted was not just eternal life, but to become 'God'."

"That power to 'define life' made Him so arrogant that He thought He could reshape the world."

"He betrayed Davy Jones--"

"And they tried to erase all traces of that clan."

"Because they are the only ones who know the truth about the National Treasures."

"..."

The wind howled, carrying a faint scent of the sea.

"Therefore, the Davy Clan rebelled."

They were branded as 'traitors' and 'enemies of God'.

"The cursed bloodline has thus become the ' D. Clan '--"

"Their very existence is a testament to the sin of God."

He remained silent for a moment, his gaze falling upon the shimmering sea.

Roy slowly exhaled, letting the sea breeze gradually dispel the chaotic emotions in his chest.

"Imu's power... comes from the price of touching taboos."

"He sacrificed his life to gain power that transcends human limits."

"But because of this, it lost its 'completeness'."

"That immortal body--"

"It has been slowly crumbling for hundreds of years."

"That," he smiled faintly, "Is also one of the reasons for His failure."

Roy stood there for a long time, his gaze distant, his expression gradually calming down.

"Why..."

He shook his head slightly, revealing a weary smile.

These are, after all, stories of the old days.

"Gods of the past, curses of the past, ambitions of the past..."

"They should all be buried in the dust of history."

He narrowed his eyes, his expression grave: "The problem now is—"

Is the sea level rising?

A few moments of silence followed.

Just then, Roy's brow twitched slightly, and a silly smile suddenly flashed through his mind.

Roy was taken aback, then chuckled softly, his gaze hardening once more.

"It doesn't seem to be a big problem..."

He spoke softly, a slight smile playing on his lips, as the wind billowed his cloak.

Marine Headquarters, Marineford, Conference Room.

An eerie silence filled the air.

Buggy huddled in the chair, his legs trembling, cold sweat streaming down his forehead, soaking his prison uniform.

He trembled as he gritted his teeth and glared at the "human-shaped mountain" opposite him.

"Hey--hey hey! Bullet!!"

His voice trembled, almost cracking, "What on earth is going on?! Didn't the Navy just wipe out Mary Geoise?!"

"They suddenly called us here... could it be that they're planning to silence us?!"

Bullet remained silent with his arms crossed and eyes closed.

But his taut muscles betrayed his vigilance and unease.

He understands the situation better Buggy does.

The old order has collapsed in today's world.

The World Government was reduced to ashes, the Celestial Dragons were wiped out, and the man who silenced countless monsters— Roy —was the true "King of the World."

"Call--"

The metal door slid open slowly.

The footsteps were steady and calm.

Roy entered wearing a white navy coat with gold patterns, the front of the coat slightly open, casual yet imposing.

He slammed a thick stack of documents onto the table with a thud, causing the teacup to tremble slightly and the air to tense instantly.

Buggy nearly jumped out of his chair, frantically straightening his clothes with a forced smile.

"Yo~ Admiral Roy! This... this is truly an honor, haha--"

Across from him, Bullet opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as a knife. "Stop talking nonsense!"

Then he looked at Roy: "Roy, you've spared our lives until now... you must have some purpose in doing so."

Roy's lips curled into a slight, enigmatic smile, "Oh, you're quite clever, big guy."

He pulled out a chair, sat down casually, his movements nonchalant, yet his aura instantly made the air feel stifling.

"As you know,"

Roy spoke slowly, his tone calm. "The Great Pirate Era has come to a complete end."

Buggy jolted and nearly slipped off his chair.

Bullet frowned, his fists clenching silently.

Roy glanced at them, his tone indifferent, "And you two are now the last two 'famous Pirates '."

Buggy's eyes darted around, cold sweat pouring down his face. "Huh? 'The Last Pirate'? That doesn't sound like a good omen at all!"

Bullet's brow twitched, a sense of unease creeping into his heart.

So that's why.

Roy picked up his teacup, blew on it gently, and said casually—

I'm going to give you a chance.

"Do me a favor, and if you succeed, I can personally sign the pardon."

"As long as innocent people are not killed indiscriminately, the navy will never pursue them again."

Buggy looked up abruptly, his eyes lighting up. "Really?! You swear?! Like, a written guarantee?!"

Roy raised an eyebrow, smiled faintly, and remained silent.

Bullet, standing nearby, scoffed, "Anything that troubles you... can't be anything ordinary."

But we didn't have a choice, right?

Roy took a sip of tea and said casually, "Ah, it's actually a very simple matter."

"Just destroy the Red Line."

"Click!"

That was the sound of Buggy's chin hitting the table.

"Boom!"

That was the sound of the Bullet chair falling over.

"You... you say that again?!" Buggy's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Collapse... Red Line?! Are you serious?! That's the foundation of the entire world!!"

He lunged forward and grabbed Roy's sleeve, his voice trembling with tears:

"Are you trying to make me the worst sinner in the world?!"