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Allen grinned, but his eyes were sharp as blades. "Nothing major. I just wanted to ask you... I've got a Table Flip Plan. You in?"

He was brief, but every word landed with force. "Target: Holy Land Marijoa. Objective: kick Imu and those Celestial Dragons off their thrones! The sooner, the better. I suggest one month from now! The Final Battle!"

A long silence came from the other end of the Den Den Mushi.

Even the mechanical clicking in the background seemed to pause.

It was as if someone had hit the mute button. The air seemed to freeze.

Just as Allen thought the signal had been cut off, Dragon's hoarse voice rang out, carrying a desperate, all-or-nothing resolve across the vast distance. "...The risks... are enormous. The World Government's foundations... run too deep."

"...But..." His tone suddenly grew heavier, like a low rumble before a storm.

"...It's worth trying! For the True Dawn... this Final Battle... we of the Revolutionary Army... accept!"

"One month from now! Holy Land Marijoa!"

The two quickly discussed the initial plan. The Revolutionary Army would handle Global Power Mobilization, Intelligence Support, Ground Forces Liberate Slaves, and the Secondary Battlefield.

Allen would be responsible for bringing together the New World's top pirate forces and providing Strategic Support such as Spatial Projection.

They established the Basic Framework and an Emergency Contact Method.

Allen hung up the still-wriggling Dancing Banana Den Den Mushi. The casualness and exhaustion on his face vanished, replaced by blazing Fighting Spirit and icy sharpness.

He rose to his feet and gazed toward the Red Line, the symbol of the World Government's Apex of Power. A dangerous, excited curve touched his lips, as though he could already see Imu's stunned expression.

"Imu... Old woman..."

"Wash your ass and wait for me!"

"This time... I'm the one stabbing you! If I don't get my money's worth, I'll take your surname!"

Allen's threat was remarkably down-to-earth.

The Vengeance Fire in his eyes receded slightly, and reason returned.

He stretched his Muscles and bones and found that his waist did not ache quite as badly anymore.

The Revolutionary Army is settled... Next, it's time to visit a few Old Friends in the New World... that Drunkard Kaido... Shanks, with his Face-Face Devil Fruit Ability... and... Whitebeard...

At the thought of Whitebeard, Allen's gaze softened for an instant before resolve replaced it.

The setting sun stretched Allen's shadow long across the ruins.

Behind him lay the noisy Hachinosu Island, Under Reconstruction. Before him stretched the surging sea, the Path of the Strong leading into the New World.

He took a step forward, and his figure merged into space before disappearing.

Only a murmur remained, drifting away on the wind. "Unifying the New World... starts today."

Beast Domain—Onigashima!

Kaido's enormous body sprawled atop a Pool of Wine and Forest of Meat, surrounded by Gifters and drunken Flying Six members lying all over the ground.

The air was thick with the Inferior Alcohol Smell.

Allen Appeared directly before Kaido's massive body and got straight to the point. "Old Man, want to take down the Celestial Dragons?"

Kaido lifted his eyelids through bleary, drunken eyes. Two streams of alcohol-scented white vapor puffed from his huge nostrils. "Worororo... hic... Fight the World Government?"

He shook his massive head, seeming to sober up for an instant. A shadow of resentment at having been used by the World Government flashed through his eyes before drunkenness covered it again.

"Interesting! I've hated those useless idiots with bubbles on their heads for a long time! Hic..."

He pointed toward the mountain of barrels piled beside him. "As long as there's Enough Alcohol! Worororo! King! Queen! Get ready... hic... for war!"

Taking care of one Drunkard was even easier than I imagined. It's just the Air Quality... Tsk.

Allen waved his hand in disgust, dispersing the alcohol fumes before vanishing instantly.

Red-Haired Territory—Red Force!

Under the bright sunlight on the Sea surface, the Red-Haired Pirates were holding a small banquet.

Shanks held a cup of wine as he chatted and laughed with Beckman, Yasopp, and the others. The atmosphere was relaxed.

Space rippled like water. Allen stepped out and sat directly on an empty barrel beside Shanks, then unceremoniously grabbed a bottle of alcohol.

"Shanks, one month from now, Mary Geoise. We flip the table. You coming?"

Allen took a swig and spoke bluntly.

Shanks froze slightly, then his face broke into his signature bold grin.

He raised his cup and lightly clinked it against Allen's bottle, producing a crisp sound.

The golden glow of sunset fell across his red hair. His eyes were sharp and full of anticipation. "For the Dawn of a New Era, huh? Allen... you really haven't disappointed me! Cheers!"

He tipped back his head and drained his cup, then turned to shout at his First Mate. "Beckman! Did you hear that? One month from now, Mary Geoise is the target! It's time for our ship to pay the Holy Land a visit!"

Beckman calmly exhaled a ring of smoke, a barely noticeable curve touching his lips. "Understood. Everyone, prepare to enter Level 1 Combat Readiness."

The Red-Haired Pirates instantly put away their smiles and laughter, their expressions turning utterly serious.

Allen smiled. "Thanks, brother."

Then his figure merged into space once more.

The addition of two Xi Huang was like placing two massive weights on Allen's Scale.

The New World's power began to Gathered toward the goal of overturning the world.

Allen's ship approached the enormous Whale Ship floating on the calm Sea surface—the Moby Dick.

The sea breeze carried a familiar scent of salt.

Allen did not use his Space Ability to "blink" directly onto the deck. Instead, he stopped on the Sea surface not far from the ship's side, raised a hand toward those aboard, and sent a clear, smiling voice through a Space Tremor into every ear on the ship. "Friends of the Whitebeard Pirates, Gol D. Allen requests permission to board and pay a visit!"

Up in the Crow's Nest, Marco turned and shouted at Whitebeard. "Father! It's Allen! He's requesting to come aboard!"

Whitebeard lay in his massive Exclusive Chair, several IV tubes inserted On Him, his complexion carrying a sickly pallor.

At the sound of the voice, he was briefly stunned before bursting into booming laughter. "Gurarara! That brat?! He became a Big Shot, cut down Linlin, and learned manners instead? Gurarara! Interesting! Marco, let him come up!"

His breath was somewhat weak amid his laughter, but his bold spirit remained unchanged.

The deck instantly fell silent. Every crew member, from Captains to ordinary sailors, stopped what they were doing.

Tension, curiosity, excitement, and awe Intertwined.

Jozu's body hardened slightly into diamond. Vista's hand settled on his sword hilt before loosening again. Thatch stopped wiping his blade... Allen's rise had been far too legendary. In particular, his record of Two Moves to Destroy Big Mom made it impossible for them not to feel stirred, even though they had known Allen as a child.

During the brief wait before Allen stepped onto the deck, Whitebeard's clouded gaze turned toward the sky, a nostalgic smile resting on his lips.

Several scenes surfaced in his mind.