New World, Doragonzo Island—
A colossal steel warship hovered above the island, its dark hull glinting like an on. Every pirate across the seas knew what it ant. Pluton, the ancient weapon of legend, was now in Brook’s hands.
The era had changed. The Hell Pirates were no longer just a powerful crew—they were the undisputed rulers of the New World.
As for why Brook hadn’t destroyed the Rocks Pirates, only the two overlords themselves knew the answer. The world whispered theories, but the truth was simple: it wasn’t yet ti.
The missions of “attacking the Valley of the Gods” and “driving the Navy from the New World” were complete. Now, only the ten-year pact remained.
Still, after Rocks learned that Kaido had eaten the Fiish Fish Fruit: Model: Azure Dragon, his hatred toward Brook had reached the heavens. He hadn’t forgotten the ti Brook poisoned them with the ES drug. But even that rage couldn’t change reality—the Hell Pirates had grown too strong to challenge.
Brook commanded six or seven users of Conqueror’s Haki, and now he possessed Pluton itself. How could Rocks fight that? Even he felt powerless.
More and more pirate crews were abandoning Rocks, either pledging allegiance directly to Brook or joining the newly ford Pirate Guild under his leadership. The shift in power was unstoppable.
Even Rocks couldn’t halt the tide. But he hadn’t given up. He continued hunting down powerful Devil Fruit users, desperate to strengthen his ranks.
anwhile, after withdrawing from the New World, the Navy launched a worldwide conscription. The campaign promised power and rank to any strong warrior who joined their cause. No training, no slow climb through the ranks—strength alone was enough.
The call echoed across the seas, attracting adventurers, rcenaries, and idealists who dread of justice and glory.
While the world reorganized, the Hell Pirates focused on consolidating their power.
The D Clan flourished under Brook’s control. The Trafalgar and Portgas bloodlines now lived peacefully on Cake Island, while Vegapunk used his in-vitro technology to cultivate new descendants of the D Clan.
Even Kozuki Sukiyaki hadn’t escaped Brook’s grasp. The poor shogun of Wano had been thoroughly “donated,” leaving only a few vials of precious seed before being released.
Brook’s two apprentices—Kozuki Oden and Borsalino—grew stronger by the day under the intense tutelage of Redfield and Newgate. Kaido and Fisher Tiger were already preparing to set sail independently, and every Hell Pirate had access to a vast library of training arts and techniques.
From the three types of Haki and advanced Ryuo Armant to the Elbaf fighting arts, Navy Six Styles, rman Karate, Eight Treasures Boxing, and even Wano’s secret sword styles—anything a fighter could dream of mastering was within reach.
The Hell Pirates were evolving into the most versatile and fearso crew in history.
O’Hara, Cake Island, Golden Island, and Amazon Lily gathered once again near Sky Island’s Ballon Island. Under the protection of Pluton, they no longer feared even Uranus.
On Golden Island, celebration filled the air. Linlin’s stomach had grown round again—another child of Brook was about to enter the world.
Captains, commanders, and allied pirates had all gathered for the feast.
“The new Queen of the Kingdom of Won, Captain of the Kuja Pirates, Captain of the Hell Pirates’ Second Division, Chief Financial Officer, and noble vampire—Shakky—presents the Zou Island Vivre Card to Captain Brook!”
As Shakky’s shadowy bats gathered into her tall, black-haired form, the won of Amazon Lily erupted in cheers.
“Long live Queen Shakky! She’s the most beautiful!”
Shakky handed Brook a piece of white life paper, while a furious young girl from Zou glared helplessly below. Brook had tricked her into surrendering the paper that linked her holand to her life.
“Haha! Shakky, those titles of yours get longer every year!” Shiki roared with laughter. “Did you steal that idea from the silver-haired woman on Dragonstone?”
Everyone knew who he ant. The scene of the silver-haired woman landing on Sky Island heavily pregnant had beco infamous.
“Matriarch of House Targaryen, Queen of the Rhoynar, Ruler of Westeros, Protector of the Realm, Breaker of Chains, Queen of ereen, Princess of Dragonstone, the Unburnt, Mother of Dragons, Misha the Silver Queen, Dragon Queen Daenerys Targaryen—greets Lord Brook!”
When she introduced herself with such grandeur, even the four main fighters and veteran captains were left speechless. Brook himself had been stunned into silence.
If she hadn’t been carrying his child, he might’ve fallen asleep halfway through the title.
Still, the self-proclaid Dragon Queen had made her mark. Her beauty, her pride, and her mythical White Feather Dragon Fruit had secured her position among Brook’s inner circle.
Monts later, Brook publicly declared Stussy as his woman, solidifying his harem.
And so, he gave titles to each:
Queen of All Nations: Charlotte Linlin
Queen of Entertainnt: Stussy
White Dragon Queen: Daenerys Targaryen
Queen of Charm: Teach Angel
Shakky’s smile twitched slightly. This captain of hers had sohow managed to charm won from every sea—and worse, impregnate all of them but her.
Rumor had it that even Margaery Tyrell, Daenerys’s attendant, had beco Brook’s lover. Shakky narrowed her eyes. “Maybe it’s ti I make him pay a little more attention to .”
“Brother Brook,” she said sweetly, brushing her hair aside. “Rember our bet? You promised that if you ever found the giant elephant and Zou Island, you’d let do whatever I wanted with them.”
Her sultry smile sent a shiver down Brook’s spine.
“Yohoho… maybe later, Shakky! Shiki, how’s Egghead Island coming along?”
He quickly changed the topic, trying to escape the vampire queen’s dangerous gaze.
Restoring Pluton’s full power ca first—and the ancient technology of Egghead Island would be the key. Vegapunk and his scientists were already preparing to integrate its lost systems with Pluton’s fra.
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Shakky watched as Brook casually accepted the Vivre Card of the Mink Tribe from Zou Island—sothing she’d risked much to retrieve—and frowned. Was he really this indifferent to her efforts? Didn’t he desire her, the alluring Queen of the Kingdom of Won, standing right before him?
Before she could speak, Shiki appeared, grinning proudly. “Brother Brook! I’ve brought the island back! Vegapunk and his research team are already stationed there!”
He was about to continue bragging when Shakky’s glare froze him mid-sentence. Her crimson eyes alone could silence even the Golden Lion. Yet, her dramatic introduction earlier had left an impression—so much so that Shiki began imagining one for himself.
“Hah! Not bad. Maybe I should try that too!” He puffed out his chest. “Captain of the Hell Pirates’ First Division, the transporter of nations, the sky-flying pirate, the island thief, master of twin swords, wielder of all three Haki, the proud Lion King—Shiki the Golden Lion!”
The thought alone inflated his ego. He could already picture his grand entrance at the next gathering.
Brook sighed, rubbing his temples. “Alright, alright. I’ll check on Egghead after the party.”
He could feel Shakky’s sharp gaze burning holes into him. It seed he’d have to deal with her sooner or later. Coincidentally, Stussy’s belly had begun to stir—it had been nearly three years. With Linlin and Daenerys also expecting, none of them could accompany him for now.
Lately, only Angel had been keeping him company in his leisure gas. Perhaps Shakky could join them for a few rounds of Landlord.
When Brook glanced at her aningfully, Shakky imdiately brightened and went to join Linlin, flaunting her influence to Stussy and Daenerys with subtle pride.
Stussy, ever perceptive, didn’t mind. She and Shakky shared a mutual understanding, and along with Linlin, they were known as the Three Queens of Hell.
Daenerys, anwhile, remained calm. She had no intention of competing for Brook’s affection. His empire was vast—there was room enough for her. She built alliances instead, becoming close with Angel and Linlin, and—perhaps most importantly—earning the friendship of Princess Kanna.
After all, Kanna was Brook’s beloved daughter. Winning her favor was worth more than any political maneuver.
Now, Kanna lay sprawled across Brook’s head, her frost-blue wings shimring like crystal. The icy aura of her Frost Dragon Fruit blended perfectly with Brook’s underworld energy, painting a picture of warmth and death intertwined.
Beside them sat the two princes: Hades, with small black wings, and Osiris, with crimson dragon wings. Their mythical auras radiated divine power. Though still young, both carried themselves with regal composure. Surrounded by so many powerful figures, they resisted the urge to act like children, determined to appear worthy of their father’s legacy.
Across the table, Byrnndi World was in high spirits. After countless battles, he’d finally earned enough rit to trade for the Octopus Siren Fruit, gifting it to his brother, Byojack. Another mythical Zoan user now served under Brook’s flag.
Though Byojack’s potential wasn’t extraordinary, Vegapunk’s genetic serums and recovery technology had elevated his strength to the level of a vice admiral. It was enough to make the World Pirates an unshakable force among Brook’s allies.
The once-feared World Destroyer was now a pillar of the Hell Pirates’ influence, rivaling even Angel’s Ewald Pirates in might.
Elsewhere, Chinjao, Pepper, and the Golden Pirate Woonan continued their missions, desperate to earn the right to exchange for the Diamond Fruit. anwhile, Ibatombo—recently freed from Impel Down—had reford his crew as an allied force under Brook, ready to strike against Rocks at any mont.
With the addition of countless prisoners from Impel Down, the Hell Pirates now controlled nearly every major nation and sea route in the front half of the New World. Rocks’ forces had been pushed back into their own territories.
The New World was eerily calm. Pirate guilds ford under Brook’s watch, their captains laboring quietly in his shadow—each seeking growth, yet bound under his authority. None dared rise without his approval.
Even the Roger Pirates, after months of absence, resurfaced. But they no longer dared to linger near Rocks’ domain and instead returned to Brook’s sphere of control.
“Are Brook and his crew planning to take over the world?” Roger muttered, his expression unreadable. The thought of the King of Hell wielding both Plutob and immortality unsettled him.
Rayleigh folded his arms, his tone grave. “Brook’s fate is sealed. Rocks won’t last much longer. The New World’s about to be unified under one banner.”
Roger frowned. A unified world wasn’t inherently bad—but sothing about it felt wrong. Freedom would vanish the mont order took its place.
“Forget it,” he sighed. “Let’s keep moving. We still haven’t found the red Poneglyph.”
Rayleigh chuckled softly. “Maybe Brook already has it.”
Roger didn’t respond. Deep down, he feared that was true.
As the Oro Jackson sailed deeper into the New World, the party on Golden Island ca to an end.
From the distant Giant Kingdom, Jaguar D. Saul arrived to join the Hell Pirates—a giant of the D Clan. Soon after, he too was taken for “gene research,” contributing to Brook’s plan to strengthen the D lineage.
Everything seed to be moving perfectly. Yet Brook remained uneasy. Imu’s silence was far more threatening than open war.
Then, rumors began spreading across the seas—rumors claiming that the Hell Pirates had enslaved the D Clan.
“Yohoho,” Brook murmured darkly, tapping his skull. “How clever. The World Governnt wants to turn the D Clan against .”
If the D Clan united against him, the World Governnt could sit back and reap the rewards. It was a dangerous narrative—and one that could plunge the world into chaos.
But Brook only smiled. “So, they want to face Rocks, Roger, and Garp all at once? Let them try.”
Unlike Rocks, he had no intention of falling the sa way.
After all… were those three even capable of working together?
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