Legacy of the Six Paths Senjutsu

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But now, it seemed the person in the prophecy was not him.

If that was the case… then in Rocks' eyes, there was only one man who could become the world's hegemon—Ayr!

Rocks had observed Ayr's growth from the very beginning. Not as an outsider, but as the man who had personally shaped him. He'd watched Ayr evolve from a youth with monstrous talent into a powerhouse whose strength rivaled legends.

He knew Ayr better than anyone else.

Even in this defeat, Rocks did not see it as Ayr's loss.

Because Ayr had not lost. Not truly.

Ayr! This monster—this force of nature—had been carefully cultivated by Rocks himself. Born under his banner, sharpened by fire, trained among devils.

One day, Rocks believed, this sea would drown in a storm of blood, and Ayr would stand at its center.

"Ayr's strength is indeed terrifying, but no matter how powerful he is, he is only one man. The coming era won't belong to him alone," Roger said indifferently.

Roger had already experienced the might of Ayr firsthand. In their previous clash, Ayr had unleashed Tengai Shinsei, paired with Haoshoku Haki that split the heavens, and a body so tough it rivaled Kaido's future durability.

Ayr's strength could already compare with the top powerhouses of the current era.

But… he was still only one person.

One man, no matter how extraordinary, cannot stand against the world alone.

Roger, Rayleigh, and Jabba—they were more than legends. Together, they formed a trinity capable of contesting even the most fearsome beasts of the sea.

Even someone like Ayr.

"Hahaha… Then just wait and see, Roger!" Rocks laughed darkly, the light in his eyes dimming but not extinguished.

Roger slowly walked toward Rocks' battered body, his supreme-grade saber Ace drawn. The golden sheen of his dual-colored Haki hummed along the blade.

"A dying man doesn't get to choose the ruler of the next era, Rocks."

"Shhhk!!!"

With those words, Roger raised his blade and, with one clean swing, severed Rocks' head.

The overlord of the New World, the most feared pirate of the old age, and the one who dared dream of ruling the world—Rocks D. Xebec—had fallen.

Rocks' life had been one of conquest and ambition.

From a young age, he had risen to power, becoming the captain of the most dangerous pirate crew the world had ever seen.

He recruited monsters like Whitebeard, Kaido, Big Mom, Shiki, John, and countless other infamous names.

For decades, he had sought to overthrow the Celestial Dragons, plunder forbidden knowledge, and bend the world to his will.

But it all ended in the Valley of the Gods.

"Lo… Rocks is dead!"

"That bastard who killed Marshal Brownie has finally fallen at the Valley of the Gods!"

"The monster is dead! This time, we, the Marines, claim victory!"

Across the Valley, elite Marines erupted in cheers.

The mission was clear from the start—defeat Rocks, at any cost. And now, the man who threatened the World Government's very existence lay dead.

Marine banners soared higher. Pride swelled in their chests. They had braved hell, and now they celebrated atop the corpse of the devil himself.

Meanwhile, amidst the chaos, certain pirates stood unmoved.

The Golden Lion, his blond mane blowing wildly in the wind, stared at Rocks' corpse and laughed with manic glee.

"Jihahaha… Captain Rocks is finally killed, huh?"

Nearby, Charlotte Linlin—her appearance still youthful and radiating unrestrained hunger—grinned.

"Mamamama… Looks like I won't have to kill you myself, Captain."

She had already considered it. If no one could bring Rocks down, she would have stepped forward and done the deed. But someone else had done the job.

No need to backstab a corpse.

"Hahaha… Captain Rocks is dead. This sea belongs to us now!" Silver Axe howled, his bloody axe held high.

Rocks had the strength and ambition to conquer the world. He had the loyalty of monsters.

But he also surrounded himself with those just like him—ambitious, hungry, and treacherous.

Every one of them—Golden Lion, Linlin, Silver Axe—they had the same goal: to rule.

And now, with Rocks out of the picture, they could pursue that dream unshackled.

"Since you've died here, Rocks… then your treasure… belongs to me."

Captain John stared at the headless body, eyes gleaming with greed. Of all the crew, only he knew the exact location of Rocks' hidden hoard.

With Rocks dead, no one could stop him from claiming it all.

The fall of Rocks didn't just spark celebration in the Marines. Even the so-called loyalists among his crew had their own reasons to cheer.

"Edward, your captain's dead! You're next!" Sengoku roared, launching another blow toward Whitebeard.

"Gu ra ra ra… Rocks may be dead, but I don't plan to die here." Whitebeard replied calmly, his bisento resting against his shoulder.

Whitebeard hadn't betrayed Rocks. He'd fought loyally, just like Ayr. But now that Rocks had fallen, there was a strange sense of relief.

Freedom.

The shadow over him was gone. His path was now his own.

Whitebeard had already made his decision—once he left this battlefield, he would build his own pirate crew, a family bound not by conquest, but by love and respect.

"Do you really think you'll leave here alive?!" Sengoku shouted, fists glowing with light.

"Tch… You think it's that easy to stop me, Sengoku?" Whitebeard smirked.

He channeled the power of the Gura Gura no Mi, the most destructive Paramecia in the world. Cracks formed in the air as he raised his Cong Yunqie, the naginata he'd mastered over decades.

"BOOM!!!"

He slammed it down, shattering the very space before him. The shockwave tore through earth, sea, and sky, destroying everything in its path.

"Buddha's Wrathful Palm!"

Sengoku, now in his full Daibutsu form, coated his fists in the power of his Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit. He released a massive impact of divine energy, glowing white and golden, aimed straight at Whitebeard.

The two titans collided.

"BOOOOM!!!"

A deafening explosion echoed across the entire island. The sky turned black. Mountains shattered. Craters formed across the Valley of the Gods.

Where their attacks met, the ground was ripped apart—cracked like glass. Some fissures were so deep they almost reached the sea below.

Neither side gave an inch.

This wasn't just the end of Rocks.

This was the true beginning of the era to come.

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