One Piece:Revenge Against Celestial Dragons.

"Pops!"

Iggy brought the remaining four surviving members of the Blackbeard Pirates—now surrendered—alongside his sworn brother, Ace, to the fallen wreckage of Whitebeard.

The great man, once standing tall even in death, had finally collapsed onto his back, shielding Iggy from Blackbeard's final attack.

His body was covered in deep gashes and blast craters. Even in death, he had suffered further desecration. His face, torso, and limbs were barely recognizable—only his signature mustache and colossal physique confirmed his identity.

"I'll kill you!"

The sight drove a blade straight into Ace's heart. Grief and guilt twisted inside him like knives, but there was nowhere to release it.

His furious gaze fell on the remaining Blackbeard Pirates. Flames erupted around him, his fury igniting with righteous vengeance. He was about to launch himself at them—ready to strike them down—when Iggy stopped him with a calm outstretched arm.

"The main culprit, Teach, is already dead. I killed him."

Iggy's words rang with finality. He had personally tortured and executed the traitor who started it all.

He understood the pain Ace carried—the shame of having chased Teach across a quarter of the Grand Line, trying to atone for his defection, and the deeper guilt of being used as a pawn to light the flames of this war.

"Let it go."

Seeing Ace's eyes well up with tears, Iggy stepped forward and pulled his brother into a firm embrace.

He, too, had been swallowed by grief and vengeance. But Ace was fortunate—he still had someone at his side to shoulder that pain.

But Iggy had walked his path of vengeance alone and become a monster to match the world that birthed him.

"In truth… Pops wasn't just killed by Teach."

Ace choked on his words, his voice trembling. Iggy used the moment to guide him—subtly nudging him toward a new perspective.

He needed Ace to see the truth—to reject the burden of justice and guilt, and instead, join him in pursuing a greater goal.

For him to reach their ultimate objective, Iggy needed this brother of transcendent will and strength at his side.

"Teach's deal with the Navy sparked the war."

He spoke plainly, reminding Ace that he was used as a bargaining chip—that the government's willingness to sacrifice him had led to this tragedy.

He explained how the war between Whitebeard and the Marines created the perfect opportunity for Blackbeard to steal Pops' power and ascend.

"When Pops fell, the crew lost its backbone. The World Government eliminated one of their greatest threats."

Ace's eyes darkened. Iggy could see the realization sinking in.

He drove the point home—Blackbeard and the Marines were two sides of the same coin, both exploiting the chaos for their gain.

And above them all sat the true rot: the World Government.

"The Celestial Dragons are the root of all evil. It's this entire decaying system that's to blame!"

Iggy's voice rang like a prophet's curse, and Ace's expression twisted in pain and rage.

He had successfully planted the seed of hatred toward the world itself. Iggy saw it take root in Ace's heart—finally aligning their goals.

"You're right, Iggy…"

Ace's voice was quiet, but filled with resolve.

Since as long as he could remember, he had hated being the son of the Pirate King.

The only one who had accepted him without judgment was Pops. That's why he loved him so fiercely.

"Maybe… Pops was right. Maybe I do have the blood of a world-breaker in me."

Iggy read his thoughts like a book. He encouraged Ace to embrace what he once rejected—to own the name of Gol D. Roger.

If this war had taught him anything, it was that he could no longer run from who he was.

"Roger was admired by every true adventurer—including Whitebeard. There was a reason behind everything he did."

To recognize Roger meant inheriting his dream. To seek the truth of the world. To stand against the World Government and reveal what they've buried.

Though the idea stirred something in Ace's heart, it was Iggy's final words that truly lit the fire.

"You and I… we both carry the burden of avenging the people we love."

They had grown up side-by-side. Ace had seen Iggy suffer. And Iggy had never hidden his hatred or his pain.

Now, they stood on the same path—two souls forged in fire, merging toward one inevitable future.

Together, they would shake the world.

"I now carry Pops' power… and you carry the will of the Pirate King."

As he spoke, Iggy extended his palm. A pure white glow shimmered to life, pulsing with raw energy—the unmistakable power of the Gura Gura no Mi.

Ace stared, eyes wide. That glow… it was the power of the man he would never see smile again.

The moment had come. Iggy spoke his final vow:

"Ace… help me destroy this world."

The words echoed like a war drum, slamming into Ace's heart.

He saw the truth in Iggy's eyes. The same hatred. The same fire. The same dream.

And now, the same purpose.

"I promise you, Iggy."

Tears welled in his eyes again—but this time, they didn't fall. He wiped them away and steeled his face with a new resolve.

He turned to Whitebeard's corpse and gently laid him to rest, placing his body with reverence.

Ace grasped his brother's hand—and the white halo pulsed again, now enclosed in darkness.

Their pact was made.

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