Boom...!
Boom...!
At this moment, as torrential rain poured down across the Grand Line, the dark clouds looming over the Red Line began to tear apart. The source of the tremors that shook the entire world was finally revealing itself.
A colossal shadow loomed over everything.
As the cause of the intense vibrations across the Red Line became visible to all, the entire world collectively held its breath, their minds struggling to process the sheer magnitude of what they were witnessing.
"That... that's?!"
"No way... this has to be a lie, right?!"
"Was something like that always hidden above Mariejois?!"
"The sky... it's..."
"Yes! It's an island...?! Did a Sky Island fall?!"
"But... that island is too massive...!!!"
Countless voices of shock and disbelief erupted across the world.
Because at this moment, through the projection of countless transponder snails, the entire world could see it—
A structure vast enough to pierce the very heavens of the Red Line, blotting out the sun itself!
A gigantic island, nearly the size of Mariejois itself, was descending from the sky!!!
There was no doubt.
Once this unimaginable landmass crashed down—
The entire Grand Line would tremble beneath its impact!
Naval Headquarters
"What... what is that?!"
Garp's face was grim, his fists clenched tightly as he turned toward Sengoku.
The immense island, mysteriously descending from above Mariejois, was beyond comprehension.
Garp had no doubts—
If that island hit the ocean, the resulting shockwave alone could consume the Naval Headquarters in an instant.
The tsunami it would generate...
It wouldn't just be ten times stronger than anything they had ever faced before.
No—
It would be a hundred times greater!
"Hey, hey, Sengoku-san... now isn't the time to be frozen in shock."
Marine Admiral Aokiji stood up, his expression shifting from disbelief at Mariejois' destruction to sheer determination.
Even with his Ice-Ice Fruit powers restored following the dissipation of Bankai's flames, Aokiji was uncertain whether he could stop a tsunami of this scale.
The Whitebeard Pirates
"Old man... what the hell is that?!"
The division commanders of the Whitebeard Pirates turned to their captain in disbelief.
Even after witnessing the sheer devastation of Mariejois at the hands of that one man, Whitebeard's expression remained solemn.
He tightened his grip on his naginata.
Although Im was dead—
Neither he, nor the world, could have anticipated this.
Something of such immense scale had been lurking in the skies above Mariejois all along?
Considering Im possessed abilities akin to both time and space manipulation...
Whitebeard's heart grew heavier.
That so-called "god" had indeed perished—
But the chaos left behind was now far greater than before.
Then, as if struck by a realization, Whitebeard's eyes widened.
He recalled a conversation with Roger long ago.
He turned his gaze toward the colossal island now descending from the heavens.
"Could it be...?!"
At that moment, Whitebeard's heart pounded violently.
Red Hair Pirates
Outside Marineford, the Red Hair Pirates stood frozen in shock.
"Sh-Shanks...!"
"Hit me, quick!"
SLAP!
"Ow... wait, no! That means this is real!"
Yasopp's voice trembled.
"What in the world is that island?!"
He suddenly recalled the ominous beams of light that had descended earlier.
"Could it be related to those?!"
Shanks remained silent, his gaze fixed on the distant island.
Instead, Benn Beckman, the Red Hair Pirates' vice-captain, took a drag of his cigar and spoke calmly:
"I don't know what that island is... but one thing is certain—
Once it falls, we might all be finished unless that man can stop it."
Yasopp's eyes widened. "Wait... What do you mean by that man?"
Beckman exhaled a cloud of smoke, his expression grim.
"That man single-handedly destroyed Mariejois. But more importantly—
There's no way the world will sit idly by now."
A heavy silence fell over the crew.
Yasopp clenched his fists. "Are you saying... they're going after him?!"
Beckman nodded.
"There's something you have to understand, Yasopp.
Before today, no force dared to oppose that monster alone.
But now?"
Beckman's voice darkened.
"With this massive island appearing—likely containing all the wealth and secrets of the world government—
Everyone will be after it."
Yasopp's face paled.
"Wait... but aren't they still afraid of him?!"
Beckman let out a dry chuckle. "Of course they are. But here's the thing—
Fear fades in the face of absolute greed.
Do you remember what started the Great Pirate Era?"
Yasopp gulped.
"Roger's final words... about One Piece..."
Beckman smirked coldly.
"Exactly. Those words alone ignited an entire era of piracy.
And now?"
He pointed toward the colossal island descending upon the world.
"Compared to an uncertain One Piece, this island represents immediate, tangible power.
The wealth of an entire world.
The opportunity to replace Im.
The chance to forge a new World Government.
And—"
Beckman's eyes narrowed.
"The best opportunity anyone will ever have to eliminate him.
Because no one wants to live in a world where another 'god' can rise again."
The realization sent chills through the Red Hair Pirates.
The Turning Point
At this moment, the entire world was thrown into turmoil.
The man who had destroyed Mariejois—
The one who had defeated Im—
Now stood against a new storm brewing.
As the island of unfathomable wealth descended, greed and ambition consumed the hearts of pirates, kingdoms, and underground factions alike.
The entire world was about to lose its mind.
And now—
That man would soon face a new war.
Not against a single government.
Not against an emperor or an admiral.
But against the whole world itself.