In Jaeger's previous life, he remembered the words of Genghis Khan:
"There is no greater joy than to crush those who oppressed and humiliated you, though they were stronger. To take their women, their daughters, seize their treasures, and watch them drown in their own tears."
Jaeger had never forgotten that.
Roger hadn't bullied him. Hadn't insulted him.
But Roger was the Pirate King—enemy of the Celestial Dragons, a rebel whose very existence threatened the divine bloodline Jaeger called his own.
Mercy? Hell no. Jaeger didn't care about that crap.
If he was just another Celestial Dragon, maybe he would've let it slide. But he wasn't. He was the son of Imu—someone who, despite having the whole world, always seemed alone.
Jaeger wasn't blind. He could see why the Five Elders treated him like a god. It had to be Imu's orders. Simple as that.
His feelings toward Imu? Complicated. She had everything, but still looked lonely as hell. And she'd been nothing but kind to him.
So how could someone born into this privilege just ignore it all for stupid slogans like "friendship" or "freedom"? No way in hell he'd let them drag him down.
This was vengeance. This was principle.
The hatred between classes runs deeper than the ocean.
"Hmph—"
Jaeger didn't even bother unlocking the shackles.
With the Hercules' Belt coiled around his waist, power coursed through his veins. Before Roger could so much as lift his head
Schwick.
The blade sang, swift and merciless and the Pirate King's world fell silent.
Blood erupted. Roger's head thudded to the ground, eyes still wide in shock.
No crowd. No execution platform. No legendary final words to shake the world.
Jaeger glanced down, voice low and cold.
"There's no joy greater," he murmured, "than watching the so-called strong fall beneath your feet."
With a casual nudge of his boot, he rolled Roger's severed head aside—like tossing out yesterday's trash.
"Not just killing them. No—that's too quick. True conquest means taking everything that made them matter."
He raised his chin, eyes gleaming with cold fire.
"Their wives, their daughters… their sworn brothers. Their loyal crew. Their legacy. Their dreams."
He didn't say it with lust—just pure, absolute dominion.
"I'll take their women—not to defile them, but to overwrite their bloodlines with mine. I'll raise their children to call me 'Daddy,' train them to spit on the names of the men they once worshipped."
"Their loyal men—if they kneel, they live. If they resist, their bones pave the road to my throne. Their ships, their flags, their gold—mine. Their legends will erase their names, and remember only the man who broke them."
"That is the Celestial Dragon way."
Then Jaeger glanced down at Roger's severed head, a crooked smile tugging at his lips.
"This is a way better ending for you, 'Goon King' Roger. Always trying to play the part of Rocks D. Xebec, but you never quite measured up. Guess you just caught yourself lacking."
He let out a light sigh, almost regretful.
"Shame about Rocks, though. If he was still around, I might've given him a proper Noble Phantasm. Now that would've been a real show."
Bang!
The steel door of the undersea prison slammed open.
Akainu stormed in, fists blazing with magma. Stussy followed close behind, her heels echoing on the stone floor, eyes filled with worry.
"Saint Jaeger, are you—?!"
They stopped cold.
Silence.
All eyes landed on the decapitated corpse.
"Pirate King... Roger...?" Stussy whispered, almost in disbelief. "He's really dead?"
Magellan dropped to his knees, spirit utterly broken. Punishment, prison, rules—none of it mattered now.
A slow, savage grin spread across Akainu's face.
"So he's finally gone."
Shiryu chuckled darkly. "About time. Trash like him didn't deserve a stage."
Meanwhile, the multiverse chat group had witnessed everything—every brutal moment, live on broadcast.
And they heard Jaeger's final words before the blade came down:
"I'll take care of your wife... as mine."
The chat instantly exploded.
[ Chat Group ]
Miyuki Uchiha: "HUH?! Oh my GOD. You didn't even try to hide it?!! Is this what peak Celestial Dragon sigma grindset looks like?!"
Miyuki Uchiha: "But fr, Portgas D. Rouge? She's a ten. Freckles, loyal, and can out-stubborn any pirate. Saint Jaeger really went 'finders keepers' on Roger's whole family! Respect!"
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Wait, respect? How is any of this respectful, exactly? I feel like I need to shower after hearing that."
Sakura Tosaka: "…Jaeger-nii is so evil. It's kind of scary."
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Our group has it all now. Uchiha degenerate, Celestial Dragon scum... what's next?"
Yamamoto Mei: "Jaeger and Roger were enemies. In a twisted way… he might've actually saved Rouge and Ace. They both died young in the original timeline."
Esdeath: "Weaklings have no value except to please the strong. This is the way of the world."
Luo Hao: "The godslayer takes from the gods. The conqueror takes everything. Such is the law of strength."
--
Not everyone was comfortable with what they'd witnessed. The gentler members of the group couldn't stomach Jaeger's cruelty, but they were smart enough to keep quiet.
Only Utaha dared to tease, unable to resist showing off her sharp tongue.
Esdeath and Luo Hao? They cheered him on. After all, Jaeger was one of them.
Both were as self-centered as he was—monsters who saw the world as theirs for the taking. Between the three of them, they'd probably killed more people than most ever meet in a lifetime.
And then there was Miyuki.
Uchiha, pervert, clown, fangirl—and, if anyone looked close enough, probably Jaeger's biggest admirer. After all, he was living her dream.
She laughed, she joked, she roasted everyone—but deep down, she wanted his life for herself: powerful, untouchable, surrounded by beauty and fear.
Yamamoto Mei saw the truth. Jaeger might be cruel and lustful, but under his shadow, Rouge and Ace might actually survive.
In the original story, both Rouge and her son Ace were tragic figures—doomed to die young, their lives consumed by fate. But with Jaeger's intervention, their destiny could finally change.
--
Back in the One Piece World...
There was no need to purge the sixth floor anymore.
They were all dead.
Magellan and Shiryu stayed behind to handle the aftermath—corpses everywhere, shattered cells, blood slicking the stone floors.
Jaeger didn't linger. He strolled out like a man leaving behind nothing but a mild inconvenience.
Halfway to the warship, he pulled out a transponder snail and made a call—casual, unhurried, as if today's massacre was just another item on his to-do list.
"Yo, Gramps Saturn? Yeah, everything's peachy."
No sir, no bowing, not even a fake smile. Just Jaeger being Jaeger.
"By the way, Akainu's a real lapdog. Toss him an Admiral badge already, let him run the Buster Calls. Dude's dying to blow something up—give him a hobby."
"Oh, and I might've, y'know, 'accidentally' murdered the chief warden of Impel Down. Tragic workplace mishap. Anyway, give his crippled kid a Vice Admiral seat and a fat retirement plan. Let him cosplay as a hero in peace."
"Magellan's your new Warden and Vice Admiral—promote him before he poisons himself out of boredom. Shiryu's his Deputy and also Vice Admiral. Not gonna lie, these two actually have potential. Don't let them rot."
"Oh, and about the Sixth Floor? Clean sweep by me. Honestly, they were just a bunch of filthy trash anyway."
"Well, the dead can't get any deader. Not a single living mouth left down there—the World Destroyer, that homeless Redfield, and the Goon King Roger? All dead."
"Mmhmm. Want to whine about it? Complain to someone else."
Click.
Without waiting for Saint Saturn on the other end to finish his whining, Jaeger hung up.
Just like that.
Inside the silent chamber of Mariejois, the Five Elders stared at the den-den mushi receiver, the line already dead.
Saint Jaygarcia Saturn let out a weary sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "He hung up on me. Again."
Saint Shepherd Ju Peter slumped back, folding his hands atop his belly. "Didn't even wait for a report. He just… does whatever he wants, not considering the consequences at all."
Saint Topman Warcury drummed his fingers on the table, face stoic but eyes resigned. "Roger's dead. Redfield, World Destroyer… the whole Sixth Floor. Wiped out in a day."
Saint Marcus Mars shook his head slowly. "And he promoted Akainu. Assigned Magellan and Shiryu new ranks. I suppose we're running the Marines by transponder snail now."
Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro gave a long, tired exhale, his gaze unfocused.
"The least he could do is pretend to follow protocol. Sometimes I wonder if Imu-sama wanted him like this on purpose…"
A heavy, collective silence settled.
Saturn looked around at the others, his old features softening in helpless resignation. "We have no reins on him. All we can do is watch."
Nusjuro's lips twitched into a grim line. "Let's pray that's enough."
--
During the live broadcast, Miyuki Uchiha, who saw this scene, was stunned speechless.
[ Chat Group ]
Miyuki Uchiha: "I'm actually gonna cry. Is this what peak main character privilege looks like?!"
Miyuki Uchiha: "Jaeger gets the cheat code life—born as a god's son, hangs up on the Five Elders like they're spam callers, and casually wipes out Pirate Legends for fun. Meanwhile, I get reborn as an Uchiha and have to dodge extinction, family drama, and still can't even get a date?!"
Miyuki Uchiha: "UNFAIR! Where's my Isekai customer support?! Hello? Multiverse HR?! I'd like to file a complaint—I want a refund on my reincarnation package!!"
Sakura Tosaka: "I feel sorry for you, Miyuki-san. Maybe things will get better in the future!"
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "You know, Miyuki, some people are born to change the world. Others… are born to watch from the cheap seats and tweet about it."
Miyuki Uchiha: "…You didn't have to do me like that, Senpai. I'm already down, can't you at least pretend to be nice?"
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Pretending is exhausting, Miyuki. Besides, I thought you Uchihas liked suffering. Isn't it basically your family tradition?"
Miyuki Uchiha: "..."
Nerona Jaeger: "..."
Esdeath: "So why don't you hurry up and get stronger? If you have the power to flip the table, you won't have to care about Konoha, the Hokage, or anyone else."
Luo Hao: "I have to agree for once. Many people talk about ideals, but most of the time, strength is the only truth. Even Jaeger understands that."
Miyuki Uchiha: "Ah, as expected of Esdeath-sama and Luo Hao-sama! Your wisdom is as overwhelming as your beauty. Please, teach this lowly Uchiha how to become stronger…"
Miyuki Uchiha: "Honestly, I wouldn't mind getting stepped on by either of you if it meant unlocking some hidden power. Maybe that's the real shortcut to greatness?"
Esdeath: "..."
Luo Hao: "..."
Yamamoto Mei: "Tch. Useless. Miyuki, if you'd gotten reborn as a Celestial Dragon, you'd probably be too lazy to even get out of bed."
Yamamoto Mei: "@Jaeger-kun, by the way, what Noble Phantasm did you get for killing Roger?"
Jaeger smiled when he saw Mei's question pop up.
Jaeger: "A Noble Phantasm. My favorite kind."
He let the anticipation build for a second, then dropped the info into the chat.
And for a moment, the entire chat group went still.
Back in the Soul Society, Yamamoto Mei's eyes widened. Her lips parted in disbelief.
What Jaeger had claimed this time wasn't just any trinket—it was a weapon-type Noble Phantasm, the kind that could reshape legends.
Comparable to the Sword of Promised Victory wielded by Artoria in the Type-Moon world, yet with a different, chilling presence.
Its name was only two words:
"God Avoid."
T/N: I have Sad News Boys and Maybe Girls?
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