leonardwarren Chapter 524: God Valley Arc (Final): To the Great Pirate Keek
Chapter 524: God Valley Arc (Final): To the Great Pirate Keek
The final king’s salute, a farewell to the King of the World, the last courtesy to the man Orin respected—Rocks.
The King of the World can only die at the hands of the future King of the World; that is the best funeral.
And this strike was also Orin’s current limit, having consumed almost all of his stamina.
Observation Haki ran at full power, pinpointing the optimal place to strike, the strongest output of Conqueror’s Haki, compressed into the ultimate spatially distorted black hole.
After Roger and Garp together had forced out a flaw, this blow was enough to heavily wound Rocks.
Threads of black substance overflowed from Rocks’s body; it seemed to be the power of Black Domination, now fading away from within him.
Garp and Roger were somewhat spent, but unlike when they had originally defeated Rocks, they had not completely drained the Haki in their bodies.
At this moment, facing the exit of this era’s overlord, Rocks, they too fell into a rare silence.
They were not friends with Rocks, nor did they have any ties.
This was simply recognition between men, respect for a strong man.
Orin’s clone slowly faded, his figure swaying, his nearly exhausted stamina leaving him extremely weak, yet he still stared straight at the man who had died standing.
"The era of Rocks... is over."
Perhaps the words of the next era’s overlord took effect; the figure standing there with blade in hand curled the corner of his mouth ever so slightly.
Under Orin’s gaze, he slowly turned into light and shadow and dispersed into space.
That figure, even in death, still stood calmly in place.
After that figure, the last remaining mountain in God Valley had already turned to flying ash, annihilated into the void, and God Valley fell into a brief silence.
Orin looked like a guttering candle in the wind, using the black gun to support his body, his face pale with exhaustion.
And it was right then—
"Swoosh!!!"
A jet-black shadowy tentacle appeared from nowhere and stabbed straight toward Orin!!!
"Orin!!!"
Because it was coming from behind him, he seemed not to have seen the black tentacle at all.
Seeing this, Roger’s pupils shrank, and he hurriedly shouted to Orin.
The jet-black tentacle pierced through... the ground.
"Huh?? Sneak attacks from behind aren’t a good habit..."
Orin’s figure vanished and reappeared elsewhere, as if the last scraps of stamina were kicking in, letting him activate his ability.
Orin swore he really only had a tiny bit of stamina left.
A tiny bit...
"You should already be at your limit after killing Davy Jones, right?"
The shadow stared at him, seemingly holding the winning hand. Imu felt it was a pity that the created demon had been defeated, but as long as this young man could be killed... everything would be worth it.
"My world does not allow a variable like you to exist!!!"
Imu seemed about to lose his temper and was just about to say something when—
"Bang!!!" his head was blown apart again.
Facing Imu’s sinister confidence, Orin sighed helplessly, casually sat down on a nearby chunk of rubble, and watched Imu’s shadow slowly regenerate while rummaging in his clothes.
"Orin!!! Are you okay!!!"
Roger and Garp’s expressions changed; they were just about to move when they saw Orin wave a hand at them, and then pull out...
"An onigiri!??"
"That thing could actually be preserved so perfectly even while facing Rocks?!"
Garp was greatly shocked—and a little tempted to eat it.
"It’s a [Space-Compressed Onigiri]~"
Orin took this onigiri, compressed from half a room of rice and meat, and took a big bite.
Right as Garp and Roger stood dumbfounded, and Imu—whose head had already recovered— watched Orin wolf down the onigiri, his body flushing red and steaming, the original look of fatigue and burnout disappearing,
Imu’s layered, ringed gaze became clear at this moment.
Orin smiled at him, eyes narrowed in a friendly, handsome grin.
"All full... now we can keep playing, the can’t-be-killed game~"
Now the problem was thrown back to him.
Facing Orin, who could keep refueling like this, you could beat him, but you couldn’t kill him; if you couldn’t kill him, you’d have to watch the World Government disappear.
"..."
The scene grew quiet, the atmosphere heavy.
Roger and Garp stared at the enormous shadowy monster Orin called Imu.
Just when they thought there might be another great battle next—the shadows shifted, the tall, gaunt figure atop the giant bull-demon vanished, and in its place appeared an old man.
Orin: (?_? )
Roger and Garp: (o Д o*)
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Sea Circle Calendar, Year 1484.
This was destined to be a time those great pirates of the sea would never forget.
The Rocks Pirates, who had harbored ambitions to contend for the position of world overlord, completely disbanded under Shiki’s call.
The Roger Pirates replaced them and became the most representative pirate crew on the seas.
Newgate, Shiki, Linlin, Kaido, and others successively founded their own pirate crews and forces and advanced into the New World.
A great earthquake struck Mary Geoise.
Countless Celestial Dragons were killed, yet no one dared to resist or defy.
A mysterious figure known as the [Black Emperor], as a Celestial Dragon who was not a Celestial Dragon, utterly smashed the proud spine of Mary Geoise.
The task that had once been placed at the top priority—tracking Keek’s whereabouts and identity—was permanently sealed indefinitely, and, at the proposal of a certain Elder whose head had been smashed to pieces by a black gun more than a dozen times, the World Government was to be dispatched to keep watch at all times in case something happened.
Far away in Lulusia, a little chubby dark-skinned boy couldn’t sleep at night; while his mother slept soundly, he would also gaze toward the night sky, replaying again and again in his heart his father and the people around him, especially that man who wielded two blades.
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[If you see these words, it’s as if we’re face to face—Orin]
[I’m about ready to go. By rough estimate, it should be sometime soon that I’m born, so I’m leaving this letter.]
[You should be seeing this letter, right? I don’t think Morgans would dare withhold my mail. Old man, I’ve left you some photos, including what happened at God Valley, and also some other everyday moments—when you’re old, you can use them to reminisce.]
[No need to miss me, because you’ll meet me very soon—just a little monster.
And there’s no need to pine for the past era either. Captain Rocks’s departure didn’t necessarily fail to leave his will to later generations—namely that curly-haired, sausage-mouthed brat.]
[When one era passes, what arrives will be the opening of another. After Rocks’s death comes my rebirth. The overlord among monsters will not disappear, and you are the best witness.]
[You should also take good care of yourself. Don’t always do things beyond your own strength. If you can’t handle it, just throw it to your black block...]
[...I’m talking a bit too much. Let’s stop here.]
[As a final note, even if saying it to your face might be a little embarrassing... but having a grandpa like you~]
[I’ve always been really happy!!!]
—To the strongest monster, the great pirate [Dotor·Keek]
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