One Piece: So What If I Sin, Lie, and Lust? I'm Still a Good Marine

Chapter 317: The Final Battle... Pirate King?



As major media outlets fanned the flames, the news of Gol D. Roger conquering the Grand Line continued to spread, sending shockwaves across the world.

In the New World, at an underground black market—

"Hahahaha! Kill!"

"The legendary island really exists!"

"We're setting sail too!"

"Maybe the treasure's there!"

...

Countless pirates clashed in the shadows, blood streaming from corpses scattered across the floor. The air was thick with the scent of madness.

And it wasn't just happening here—similar scenes unfolded across numerous countries and islands around the globe.

The ambitious could no longer restrain themselves. A brutal bloodbath had begun.

Greed, arrogance, and ambition began to fester and spread, just waiting for the right spark to erupt into a storm that would sweep across the world.

The New World, Wano Country.

"Pirate King? Wororororo!"

Kaidou looked down at the newspaper in his hand and burst into a fit of furious laughter, a terrifying storm of energy erupting uncontrollably from his body.

Crackling black-and-red lightning danced wildly from his demonic figure, sparking across the air in dense bursts. The bulky man in suspenders jumped back in fear.

"Roger, this is far from over!"

Transformed into his dragon-man hybrid form, Kaidou gripped his kanabō and let out a sky-shaking roar.

"Pirate King...? I'll never recognize that title!"

...

Totto Land.

Whole Cake Island Headquarters.

"Mamamama... things on this sea just keep getting livelier, don't they?"

BIG MOM sprawled across the floor without a care, her crimson lips curling into a nearly insane grin. A freshly printed newspaper lay at her feet.

"I didn't expect you to beat me to it, Roger. What secrets are really hidden on that island?"

She grabbed a piece of cake and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing voraciously as madness flickered in her eyes.

The New World.

Donquixote Family Residence.

A breeze rustled the newspaper, causing it to drift gently from the coffee table to the floor.

A blond Celestial Dragon picked up a bottle of premium red wine and chugged it down.

The blood-colored liquid streamed down his sharp chin and neck, staining his pristine white shirt with elegant splashes of red.

The wine bottle emptied quickly.

With a loud thud, the blond Celestial Dragon slammed it onto the table. He stayed silent for a few seconds, then began to chuckle, his body trembling.

"Fufufufu... Pirate King!"

"At last, the throne suspended over this sea... finally, someone has claimed it!"

Doflamingo pressed a hand to his face, veins bulging across his forehead like writhing worms as his grin grew increasingly deranged.

"A new era is about to begin!"

"And in the storm of this new age... my godfather, where will you stand?"

"Will you choose the Marines and their so-called absolute justice? Or the pirates who sing of freedom and plunder?"

"Fufufufu... I'm getting more and more excited!"

The edge of the North Blue.

Warships, like floating fortresses, rapidly converged across the sea. As they connected, they formed a compact, militarized state.

Germa 66.

The most powerful mercenary nation in the world.

"Reiju! Be more decisive! No mercy!"

On the training grounds, Vinsmoke Judge stood with his arms crossed, watching his daughter spar with a soldier, his voice filled with dissatisfaction.

He strode forward, grabbed the cloned soldier by the throat, and with a sickening crack, crushed it effortlessly.

"See? That's all it takes!"

Judge gripped little Reiju's delicate, pale face with his bloodstained hand, his tone cold.

"With your superhuman physique and bloodline, doing this should be effortless!"

Reiju turned ghostly pale. Tears welled in her wide eyes as she trembled and forced out,

"Y-yes, Father!"

Judge's fury only grew at the sight of her trembling.

He had poured so much effort and resources into her, yet his own daughter still couldn't become a monster like Rogers Daren!

Emotions.

It was all because she retained those meaningless emotions!

His expression darkened even further.

"I... I'll do my best. I won't let you down, Father."

Reiju's voice shook as she spoke carefully.

"Hmph."

Judge shot her a cold glance and let go.

His wife was pregnant again, and this time, he would completely strip any useless emotions from their children's genes. Only then could he achieve Germa's ultimate masterpiece.

"Keep training."

He said it offhandedly before turning to leave.

But a lingering sense of irritation gnawed at him.

So many major events had erupted one after another across the sea.

That lunatic Rogers Daren had openly challenged the World Government and unilaterally declared the North Blue independent.

And now, someone like Roger had become the Pirate King?

What a joke.

Once he completed Germa's greatest creation, he would wipe out all these clowns himself!

Just then, Judge suddenly halted.

He looked up and frowned.

A streamlined metallic warship, brimming with a terrifying aura of war, slowly emerged from the sea of clouds like a giant dragon.

Judge narrowed his eyes, irritation flaring once more.

A flash of blue lightning streaked down from the sky and landed on the ground, condensing into a humanoid figure.

"Judge-san."

Momonga glanced briefly at Reiju, who was watching with wide-eyed curiosity, then looked at Judge and smiled.

"Commander Daren would like to ask a favor."

Daren. Him again!

Judge's face twitched. He took a deep breath and forced a smile.

"Commander Daren is too polite. Germa 66 and the North Blue Fleet are strategic allies. Whatever he needs, he only has to ask."

Momonga nodded, ignoring Judge's strained expression.

"He needs your technical expertise to build a mechanical arm."

"One with a high-powered propulsion system, an impact structure to boost destructive force, and the ability to channel both lightning and laser weaponry."

Judge blinked, surprised, then frowned.

"That's extremely advanced tech. I'll need time."

"Of course. That's no problem."

Momonga nodded again.

Judge eyed him carefully before asking tentatively,

"Do you happen to know where Daren-san is now...?"

Momonga smiled.

"Sorry, I don't know either."

He turned away.

"But knowing him... he won't sit out a storm like this."

...

The New World.

A unique island.

Pink cherry blossoms were in full bloom across the landscape, dazzling and radiant.

The battered Oro Jackson lay quietly at the shore like a battle-hardened warrior in peaceful slumber.

A bonfire crackled.

The Roger Pirates were gathered around it, drinking and laughing heartily.

Suddenly, Roger paused mid-motion.

As if sensing something, he grinned and reached for the hilt at his waist.

"So you've come at last."

The Pirate King looked to the sky, smiling.

From the sea of clouds above, a figure wreathed in raging wind pressure and trailing a crimson tail of flame tore through the sky and hurtled toward the island!

With a sharp clang, the Meito "Ace" left its sheath.

A crimson gleam flashed through Roger's eyes. As he stepped forward, an overwhelming aura erupted like the fury of the sea.

He laughed uproariously.

"Come, Daren!!"

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