The frigid wind howled in the high sky.
Shinju had reflected the previous attack back. Now it was Mary Geoise's turn to suffer—if they could even survive the first wave.
Above the clouds, a colossal mechanical structure cast its shadow.
Uranus.
This floating fortress in the heavens had changed hands.
Shinju's palm pressed against a pillar of the central control core. Golden chakra flowed along the complex circuitry, erasing the World Government's original imprint bit by bit, branding it instead with his own will.
Drawn in by gravitational guidance, the Thousand Sunny slowly sailed into Uranus's internal hangar bay.
Franky sprinted off the ship, his modified eyes flashing with a mad stream of data.
He ran his hand over the dark gray metal walls around them, his jaw dropping wide enough to fit a cola bottle.
"Super!!"
"What kind of material is this? It's not Treasure Tree Adam, and it's definitely not steel… memory metal? No—this is alive. My god! That actually exists!"
Franky trembled with excitement, hammering the wall with his wrench. A crisp, ringing note echoed through the chamber.
Usopp's legs were jelly—he clung to the railing just to stay upright.
"We're… really inside that monster's belly?"
He leaned over to look down, instantly dizzy. From this height, falling would leave nothing but dust.
Luffy hopped up onto a platform, reacting completely differently. He was thrilled, whipping his head around to stare at everything.
"So awesome! Is this our new ship?!"
Shinju's voice boomed through the internal loudspeakers, carrying across the entire space.
"Just borrowing it for now."
"Franky, go check the engine room. I messed up part of the main core, but this thing's backup power system should still run."
"No problem! Leave it to me! I'm a super shipwright!"
Franky dragged Chopper with him and charged deeper inside.
Nami stared at the dense array of consoles and instruments. The dancing numbers and strange symbols were completely beyond her.
This was technology at least five hundred years ahead of the era.
Vegapunk's work?
No, this was an inheritance left behind by the Great Kingdom eight hundred years ago.
Robin walked up behind Shinju.
"What are you going to do?"
Shinju didn't turn around. His eyes were locked on a massive screen ahead.
A world map filled the display.
A red point blinked—Mary Geoise.
"They tried to kill us."
Shinju's finger traced through the air, adjusting firing parameters.
"Good manners demand reciprocity. One return gift isn't enough. Let's send another."
Robin stared at that red point.
It was the source of her nightmares, the reason Ohara was destroyed, the center of all darkness in this world.
And in this moment, she wasn't afraid.
"Will you destroy it?"
"Maybe. Maybe not."
Shinju's tone stayed flat.
"That place houses the so-called 'gods,' and that monster who's lived eight hundred years. They won't die that easily."
"But at the very least, I can make them hurt."
"Make them understand—those days of looking down from on high are over."
Shinju clenched his fist. The control station rumbled with a deep, heavy roar.
Outside Uranus, the main cannon ports—previously extinguished—lit up again.
Unlike the earlier white annihilation glare, this time the glow was laced with golden chakra and black Gudodama particles.
Energy compressed at the muzzle, collapsed, then compressed again.
The space around it showed faint hairline fractures from the intensity of the concentration.
Mary Geoise, Pangaea Castle.
A dead silence filled the Hall of Power.
The alarms had long since stopped—because the control link had been severed. They couldn't even trigger warnings anymore.
On the screen, the image was frozen at the moment Uranus had rotated its guns.
The Five Elders' faces were uglier than death. They'd only barely held off the reflected strike by exhausting everything—now another was coming?
And stronger.
Saturn's hand gripping his cane bulged with veins.
"How does he dare…"
"How does he dare point the cannons at this place?!"
In eight hundred years, this had never happened.
Mary Geoise was the absolute Holy Land—the dwelling of the gods, a domain no one could violate.
Even when Fisher climbed the Red Line barehanded…
Even when the Revolutionary Army infiltrated to sabotage…
No one had ever been able to threaten Pangaea Castle head-on.
But now, that threat hung directly overhead
And they were the ones who had delivered it to him.
Warcury shot to his feet so hard the chair clattered over.
"Defense! Activate the defense systems!"
"Notify the God's Knights! Have them deploy barriers!"
"Go—report to Imu-sama!"
Panic spread like wildfire.
These old men who usually held the world's power of life and death now looked like ants on a hot pan.
They were used to giving orders, used to sitting above everything
But they'd forgotten that when death truly arrived, they were still just flesh and blood.
Nusjuro drew Shodai Kitetsu and rushed out of the hall.
He was going to cut that light.
Even if he knew it was impossible, he had to try.
Ju Peter bellowed orders at CP0 agents to activate the underground backup shield generators.
All of Mary Geoise descended into chaos.
The Celestial Dragons were still walking slaves through gardens, still comparing their newest "pets."
Then suddenly night fell.
They looked up and saw the clouds split open.
A massive beam of light, carrying apocalyptic force, descended from the sky.
Light was faster than sound. Before the roar arrived, annihilation was already there.
The beam struck with precision—landing in the plaza before Pangaea Castle.
The Red Line's rock—once thought unbreakable—was as fragile as tofu before that hit.
The instant the beam touched ground, stone vaporized, earth evaporated.
A gigantic shockwave expanded outward in a ring.
Exquisite statues, grand buildings, banners that symbolized power—shattered into dust in an instant.
The Celestial Dragons' screams were swallowed before they could even fully leave their mouths.
On the walls, Nusjuro swung his blade, launching a vast black slash.
But before that descending pillar of light, the slash was like a pebble tossed into the sea—no splash, no ripple.
The delayed thunder finally exploded.
The entire Red Line convulsed.
Cracks split open beneath Mary Geoise. Enormous fissures crawled outward from the plaza, devouring streets and foundations.
Pangaea Castle's main structure, protected by some mysterious force, didn't collapse outright—
But the outer walls were peeled away in layers, exposing a black skeletal framework beneath.
Dust and smoke shot into the sky, blotting out the sun.
This was Shinju's second return gift—simple, brutal, and completely unreasonable.
Navy Headquarters, New Marineford.
The glass in the Fleet Admiral's office windows buzzed from the distant tremors.
Akainu stood at the window, staring toward the Red Line where a mushroom cloud rose.
He bit his cigar clean through. Sparks dropped onto his white cloak, burning a black hole into it.
"That is… Mary Geoise?"
Behind him, Kizaru had lost his usual laziness. Behind his sunglasses, his eyes were filled with shock.
"That direction… that power… don't tell me it's an Ancient Weapon?"
"Who did it?"
Akainu spun around and snatched up the Den Den Mushi on the desk.
"Connect me to the Holy Land! Now! Immediately!"
On the other end—only static and screams.
After a long time, a terrified voice finally came through.
"Fleet Admiral! Attack! The Holy Land is under attack!"
"It's Uranus! Uranus is out of control!"
"The strike came from above!"
Akainu slammed the receiver onto the desk.
The desk shattered into pieces.
Magma crawled along his arm, dripping onto the floor and smoking.
"Shinju…"
Only that man could do something like this.
Seizing an Ancient Weapon. Turning it around to strike the Holy Land.
This was a declaration of war against the entire world.
"Issue the order!"
Akainu roared, his voice echoing through the fortress.
"All Admiral-class forces assemble! Announce the highest-level Buster Call!"
"Target: Shinju!"
"Until death—no end!"
Inside Uranus.
Shinju looked at the smoke billowing on the screen and nodded in satisfaction.
The energy gauge had hit bottom. That shot had exhausted every last bit of Uranus's remaining power.
This giant was now nothing more than an enormous floating iron coffin.
But the objective had been achieved.
"Even gods bleed."
Shinju turned to face the companions behind him.
The Straw Hats all wore different expressions.
Luffy stood there with his mouth open, not knowing what to say.
Zoro's hand never left his hilt.
Sanji lit a cigarette, his brow heavy.
They'd stormed Enies Lobby. They'd fought in the war at Marineford.
But this was different.
This was stepping on the World Government's face—
Then grinding it into the ground.
"Scared?"
Shinju asked.
Luffy lowered his straw hat, shadowing his eyes.
"Shishishi."
"Since we already did it, there's no helping it."
"Anyway, I'm gonna be Pirate King. Sooner or later, I was gonna punch them all into the sky."
Zoro tied on his bandana.
"Good. I also want to see how strong that sword old man really is."
Sanji blew out a smoke ring.
"As long as I can protect Nami-swan and Robin-chan, who cares if the whole world becomes our enemy."
Shinju smiled.
That was the Straw Hats—complete lunatics, and the most reliable partners.
"Franky. Can this thing still move?"
"Moving is fine! Backup power is enough to keep it flying—but the main cannon won't fire anymore!"
"That's enough."
Shinju stepped up to the console and entered a string of commands.
"Where are we going?"
Nami asked.
She'd already stopped thinking about consequences. Once you were on this pirate ship, there was no getting off for life.
Shinju pointed at a mark on the map—somewhere in the New World.
"Elbaf."
"That's where what we need is. It's also the final battlefield."
"Shanks is waiting for us there."
"And…"
"The last Road Poneglyph is there, too."
The massive Uranus rotated. Blue exhaust flared from the rear, and it shot toward the land of giants at full speed.
Behind them
Mary Geoise burned.
On this day, the World Government's authority collapsed completely.
The Empty Throne high above was no longer stable.
Every force across the seas would move—Revolutionary Army, Yonko, Marines, World Government.
All pieces were on the board.
The final showdown was about to begin.
Shinju stood by the window, watching the cloud sea streak past below.
A system notification popped up.
Achievement Unlocked: The Fall of the Gods.
"Imu… next time we meet, it'll be your death."
He spoke softly.
Uranus tore through the sky, charging toward the dawn of a new era.
(End of Chapter)
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