An Unprecedented Cooperation!
The world was deathly silent.
It was as if some invisible force was gripping the pulse of the entire battlefield.
The raging flames died down, the rolling waves froze, and even the dust floating on the battlefield lost its gravity at that moment.
He hovered above the sky, clad in a long black robe, like a god descending to earth, seemingly able to reduce the world to nothingness in the blink of an eye.
"That person..."
"Not an enemy."
"He is... the terminator of fate."
"What... should we do?"
No one answered.
All voices were silenced at that moment; all faith, reason, and will were crushed, transforming into an irresistible, chilling whisper that exploded in the depths of everyone's heart.
Blackbeard's pupils contracted rapidly, and beads of sweat streamed down his face like an uncontrolled waterfall. His previously arrogant smile had vanished.
"What... what kind of monster is this...?"
His voice was hoarse, like grit scraping his throat, "Akainu, Sengoku... and that Straw Hat kid... how could they, how could they just... be dead..."
Blackbeard staggered backward, his feet already soaked through.
He stared intently at the figure in mid-air—
His black hair danced wildly in the wind, his long robe was as dark as night, and his eyes were so deep that they seemed to defy time itself; a single glance from them could send shivers down one's spine.
That was the ultimate sense of oppression.
It needs neither attack nor roar; its mere existence is enough to make all life instinctively tremble.
Mihawk stood atop the ruins, the black sword "Night" hanging from his fingertips, its blade still stained with undried blood, gleaming coldly.
He looked up at the figure, his eyes filled with a chilling light that seemed to freeze the sky.
"That guy... he didn't just cut down people, he cut down fate itself."
His voice was sharp and clear, like the clanging of metal against stone, standing out starkly in the boundless silence.
"If 'nothingness' truly descends—" He slowly raised his black blade, pointing it straight at the sky, "Then I will cleave it in two."
The bear stood on the scorched earth, its eyes lowered, its mechanical face revealing a complexity unique to humans.
Bonney once said... Luffy is the flame of this era.
He murmured softly, as if bidding farewell to some kind of faith.
"Now, the flames are out."
"Then... what is there left to protect about this vast ocean?"
He gently raised his hand, and the book in his palm quietly turned, page after page, like scriptures mourning the dead.
Hancock staggered backward, one step, two steps, until she finally collapsed to her knees.
"Luffy..."
Her voice choked with sobs, her hands clutched her chest tightly, and tears streamed down her face.
"I... I haven't even had a chance to tell you in person... and you... you..."
"You can't die!!!"
Her weeping was like a heart-wrenching wave, washing away all her strength and stubbornness, leaving them shattered.
Aokiji stood with his head down beside Garp, half of his battle robe shattered, ice crystals silently spreading beneath his feet.
Even Straw Hat Boy... couldn't stop that person.
He raised his head, his eyes unusually grave. "This is no longer a war."
"It is... destruction from a higher dimension."
Kizaru slowly exhaled his last smoke ring, the carefree glint in his eyes gone.
"This oppressive force... is even worse than the battle at God Valley."
"This is neither an order nor justice."
"This is... a runaway fate."
"Is this era truly coming to an end?"
Shanks stood leaning on his sword, the wind billowing his cloak and his red hair flying.
He remained silent for a long time, and the calmness in his eyes finally turned into silent anger.
"Luffy, I watched him grow up."
"He's going to become the Pirate King; I personally handed him the straw hat."
"He's dead, I don't accept it."
"I will not allow the 'free will' of this world to be arbitrarily erased by one person."
Even if the opponent is ridiculously strong--
"As long as I live, I will never bow my head."
Garp trembled all over, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and he gritted his teeth.
"Luffy... I don't even have one last chance to curse you..."
Suddenly, he looked up and roared like thunder, shaking the heavens and earth:
Listen carefully!!!
"Akainu, Sengoku, and my grandson Luffy all died at the hands of that monster!!!"
"He is not the enemy—he is calamity!!!"
"It's the real... world terminator!!!"
At that moment, countless eyes on the battlefield turned to that figure.
Uchiha Yoru, like a god residing high in the heavens, remained motionless, silent, and unsmiling, yet commanded all beings to bow their heads in submission.
The next second, a deafening laugh erupted from the ruins:
"Gurala la la--!!!"
Stone fragments flew everywhere, and the space trembled.
Edward Newgate, with his Whitebeard, stood proudly as if stepping back from the brink of death, his eyes blazing.
"I'm alive!!!"
He roared like thunder:
"As long as I don't fall—the battle won't end!!!"
"Anyone who dares to touch my son's friend... I'll teach them what true death feels like!!!"
Marco took flight, his wings transforming into flames, and roared that shook the heavens:
"Whitebeard Pirates, all members, heed my command!"
"Assemble!!! For Ace, and for Luffy!!!"
Jinbe stepped forward, his Fish-Man aura surging like waves:
"Fish-Man Island, swearing to stand shoulder to shoulder with justice!!!"
Aokiji stared coldly at the figure in the night, his tone unusually firm:
"If we don't fight with all our might now..."
"Then there will never be a chance to resist."
Kizaru slowly lowered the brim of his hat, his face devoid of any smile for the first time:
"This is not a mission."
"This is a struggle for survival."
Crocodile flung out a cloud of yellow sand and sneered:
"I never imagined I'd be standing shoulder to shoulder with Whitebeard one day."
"But if this world is truly going to be destroyed by someone—"
"Then I choose to kill him first."
The Navy and pirates, under the shadow of Uchiha Yoru, embark on an unprecedented collaboration!
And at this moment--
Donquixote Doflamingo leaned against the broken wall, chuckling softly like a mute harp, his eyes filled with madness.
"Ha... a madman."
"These kinds of madmen are the ones who truly live on the 'essence of the world'."
"Justice, order, Celestial Dragons, pirates... they're all just masks on a stage."
He looked up, his gaze deep and bloodshot, yet shining with an unprecedented brightness:
"But he doesn't act."
"He's the screenwriter who tears up the script, and the audience member who flips the table."
He was not someone struggling with the threads of fate.
"Instead... they came to cut the thread."
He slowly opened his arms, the threads in his hands twisting like a spider's web:
"If he could really ruin this rotten script..."
"Then I wouldn't mind joining forces."
Only madmen can have a conversation.
He licked his lips, his smile as sharp as a knife.
"How interesting, Uchiha Yoru."
"Bring it on."
"Let me see—are you qualified to be my true 'collaborator'?"
(Orochimaru: Everything he said was my word...)