And the craziest part of the God Valley Incident...
The Rocks Pirates were not the only ones who decided to crash the party.
Another fleet cut through the sea toward the island.
Another group of monsters.
The Roger Pirates.
The first man to enter the battlefield leapt from the ship without hesitation.
His red pirate jacket whipped behind him as he landed, boots striking the ground with a thunderous crack. Around his neck, tied by a thin string, a very familiar straw hat swung behind his head in the wind.
The man who would one day claim the title of King of the Pirates.
Gol D. Roger.
Roger: Been a whole year! Do you have any idea how much I've been stewing on this?!
He grinned like a man who had finally been given permission to unleash everything he had been holding back.
Then another figure landed beside him.
Long crimson hair whipped violently in the wind. His grin revealed sharp teeth, feral and excited. One eye—burning red—glowed with anticipation as he drew a magnificent black katana.
A blade that would one day lose its edge and be passed down to his son.
Kitsune D. Ryo.
But right now the weapon was still whole.
A Supreme Grade Blade.
Jigoku no Tamashii — The Soul of Hell.
Though at this point in history it carried a different name.
Purgatory.
The man wielding it was destined to be remembered as something terrifying.
Portgas D. Akuma.
Akuma: Yeah! This is gonna be epic!!
Standing beside Roger were his two closest companions.
The first was a man who would one day be known across the seas as the Dark King.
A man who would eventually rescue a three-year-old Ryo from the Celestial Dragons and raise him as his own.
Silvers Rayleigh.
Rayleigh: This is going to be a wild one!
On Roger's other side stood a towering fighter wielding two massive axes, his presence radiating brute strength.
A man known as the Mountain Eater.
His current whereabouts in the present day were unknown, but his legend remained intact.
Scopper Gaban.
Gaban: Roger! No calling first dibs just because you're the captain!
Roger rolled his eyes with a smirk.
Roger: Yeah, yeah! Now let's go!
Behind them, the rest of the Roger Pirates surged forward.
Two legendary forces had finally arrived on the same battlefield.
And just like Ginny predicted—
God Valley descended into pandemonium.
Amid the chaos, Kuma and Ivankov moved quickly.
They couldn't afford to slow down.
Meanwhile, the Marines received reinforcements.
A massive figure leapt from one of the warships and slammed onto the battlefield.
Monkey D. Garp.
Garp: I want a piece of Roger! This ends now!
Another Marine landed beside him.
A man who, in the present day, had already left this world.
But his bloodline still moved through history.
Two of his grandchildren were already carving their own paths.
Admiral Shirokiri — The White Mist.
Ryusei Hoshino.
Long white hair flowed down his back. His sharp red eyes scanned the battlefield like a predator preparing to hunt.
He was younger here.
Fewer scars.
But the power radiating from him was unmistakable.
The grandfather of Takeshi and Kaito.
Ryusei: Stop yelling, Garp. Let your actions define you, not your mouth.
Elsewhere on the island—
Ivankov and Kuma had managed to grab the treasure chests.
They ducked into a hidden storage room and forced them open.
Kuma opened his first.
Inside was the Paw-Paw Fruit.
Ivankov lifted the second fruit from the other chest.
The Fish-Fish Fruit: Model Seiryu.
The fruit that would eventually be eaten by Kaido.
But before they could react—
The wall behind them exploded inward.
Big Mom burst into the room.
She grabbed Ivankov by the throat and slammed him violently into a pile of crates, sending the Devil Fruit flying from his hands.
The massive pirate woman caught it effortlessly.
Big Mom: There you are. That was close, huh?
She dropped Ivankov carelessly, letting him slump to the ground before turning toward Kuma.
Her hand reached for the fruit he held.
But Ivankov suddenly grabbed onto her leg.
Ivankov: Eat it!
Kuma froze for a moment, fear flooding his body then he ran through a burning town.
But Ivankov shouted again.
Ivankov: Don't think twice! Eat the fruit and survive, Kuma! Only one of us has to live! A single survivor means we win!
Kuma didn't hesitate anymore, He devoured the fruit.
The moment he swallowed it, a violent force erupted through his body and then something blasted him to the ground.
The sound of a cane tapping against the ground echoed through the town.
Saint Saturn stood over him.
Saturn: Listen to me, Buccaneer boy. You will live as a slave... and then you will die. That is your lot in life. Your fate has been decided by the course of history.
But Kuma began to rise.
Slowly.
Painfully.
He pushed himself onto his hands and knees.
Kuma: Are you someone important? They say some people are born to rule... but that's not right! If some people are born to be slaves... why are we born at all?! I don't know much... but if I really do have some power... then I want to be like Nika! I want to protect people from suffering! I want to free as many slaves as I can!
Saturn watched him without emotion.
Completely unimpressed.
Saturn: This is why your people need to be eliminated.
The chaos of God Valley would rage on.
But the truth of what happened there—
Would eventually fade into the darkest shadows of history.
And that's a wrap
Sweet all done
