One Piece: Hell Pirates

As soon as Charlotte Linlin heard the word "giants," her eyes lit up. She still carried a strong desire to mend the old wounds and misunderstandings between herself and the people of Elbaf.

"Great, Brother Brook! When are we heading to Elbaf? I still remember how to get there—I can guide us!"

Unlike Wano Country's seclusion, Elbaf's location was practically public knowledge. After all, Linlin had been abandoned there by her parents on a merchant ship when she was just a child.

Brook, however, was focused on the bigger picture.

"First, let's stabilize the situation. Plant our flags across all of Diger's former territories and declare our sovereignty."

Before charging into new lands, Brook needed to secure what was already won. Pirates were bound to come knocking eventually—but until then, he had every reason to deal with these encroaching rookies and veteran pirates.

"Alright! Let's move fast!" Linlin grinned, barely able to contain her excitement. She was eager to sweep up the scattered territories, then march proudly into Elbaf to confront her past.

For the next month, the Rocks Pirates and the Hell Pirates were locked in a campaign of consolidation. Only after countless battles and brutal negotiations did the New World finally begin to stabilize. With borders now drawn and territories held, the age of dual overlorda had officially begun.

Rocks, ever the tyrant, had already subjugated and annihilated numerous powerful pirates, driving the remaining rookie overlords and upstart captains into Brook's domain instead. The chaos wasn't over—it had simply shifted.

Meanwhile, the Golden Lion's newly formed flying fleet never rested. Shiki took great pleasure in hunting and wiping out troublesome pirate bands across the skies. He often led raids personally, joined by the hammerhead shark Scaredo, the wild beast Kaido, and a force of brutal bounty hunters and human imitators.

Redfield and Newgate weren't idle either. With their golden ship and a team of elite samurai, they hunted the strongest rookie overlords and infamous captains—always searching for worthy prey.

Brook, Charlotte Linlin, and Stussy took to the skies aboard Golden Island itself. With the Wind Beast—the Kirin Lion empowered by the Wind-Wind Fruit—accelerating their flight, they swept through enemy strongholds and reaped the souls of the fallen.

Elsewhere, Shakky had quietly returned to the Grand Line, bringing with her Kaiba's memories and intelligence. She embedded herself within the Nine Snakes Pirates and quickly rose to power, becoming a key figure in both Amazon Lily and the Kingdom of Women.

When the timing was right, the Hell Pirates would bring both ship and sky-island into the New World's heart—further solidifying Brook's might.

Under Rocks' brutal pressure, his own crew's strength surged. Among the fastest risers were Wang Zhi, Silver Axe, and John. Wang Zhi, now known as a supreme swordsman, wielded the legendary blade Diger's Codex. He personally destroyed several notorious pirate groups, and his bounty skyrocketed to 1.05 billion berries. Silver Axe followed with 800 million, and John wasn't far behind at 700 million.

Other core officers of the Rocks Pirates also saw huge boosts. Scorpion Dragon the monk hit 1.19 billion. Wizz, the Monkey King, reached 890 million. Jennifer, the giantess warrior, earned 770 million. Even the venomous Miss Bakin climbed to 330 million.

Rocks wasn't above conscripting talent. Any rookie overlord crew with a captain exceeding 500 million berries? Disbanded. Their leaders were forced into his cadre. The Karnz Brothers and Ibadomo were the latest to fall in line.

On Brook's side, the story was similar. As Rocks tightened his grip, rival pirates surged into Hell Pirates territory—only to meet resistance that was stronger than ever.

Redfield's bounty rose to 1.1 billion. Newgate's hit 1.06 billion. Shiki's reached 1.05 billion. And Linlin, now feared as the Scarlet Soul Empress, soared to 1.08 billion.

Whenever the Four Yamas of the Hell Pirates appeared, even the Rocks cadres gave them a wide berth. With such a balanced spread of firepower, they had earned their nickname—the Iron Wall Pirates.

If Brook alone could match Rocks, perhaps the Hell Pirates might have already crushed their rivals. But his strength still lagged just slightly behind. It would take at least one or two Yamas fighting beside him to topple the tyrant.

Still, Brook's crew was evolving fast. In another ten years, many of their core fighters could reach individual bounties of 20 to 30 billion berries.

The remnants of the Diger Pirates refused to go quietly. They raised their old banner once more and began a desperate guerrilla campaign, harassing the Hell Pirates' borders. Their ambushes were swift and frequent—but no match for Brook's superior intelligence network.

Eventually, Brook led a three-pronged assault that shattered the New Jack Pirates once and for all. Jack barely escaped by fleeing into allied countries. Their main hip was seized by Golden Lion Shiki.

The infamous Bad Girl and Black Pearl were obliterated by Redfield and Newgate. Only a handful of survivors, including Jack and Barbosa, remained from their once-mighty fleet.

The New Diger Pirates were next. Their forces were wiped out in a swift and ruthless campaign. Brook and Linlin not only plundered countless souls from the fallen—they established unquestionable dominance over Diger's former territory.

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Two months later, Golden Island thundered through the skies, powered by the roaring wind of the Kirin Lion.

"Brother Brook and Brother Redfield have driven off Naguri and Eric Dane in their golden spaceship," reported Antonio. "And Brother Shiki's air fleet has defeated the Eight Treasures Navy led by Chinjao. The rest of his crew fled back to the first half of the New World."

He leaned in slightly.

"Our next target, World Destroyer Byrnndi World, is resting on the island up ahead. They recently looted a Celestial Dragon caravan. Rocks chased them personally for two weeks. Their crew's taken heavy losses."

Antonio glanced at Brook—who now radiated a terrifying aura befitting the King of the Underworld. Ever since the massacre on Java Island, where he discovered Diger's corpse, Brook had grown colder. Darker. More resolute.

When they besieged Jack's New Diger Pirates, Brook's spiritual power had reached terrifying new heights. Ghosts wailed across the battlefield. Intelligent ghost generals surged from the shadows. Even Linlin's Homies warriors had trembled in fear.

"I heard from Moore Thomas that the Celestial Dragons' caravan was carrying a Devil Fruit," Brook murmured. "Supposedly the… Kyubi Kyubi nomi, wasn't it?"

His hand rested on the hilt of his Seven-Star Sword—now a demon blade forged through endless soul-nurturing and infused with Armament Haki. The once-cursed blade had turned into a dark green weapon of legend—easily rivaling the Supreme Grade blades of the world.

Brook narrowed his eyes.

"At this point, I'd say the Seven-Star Sword qualifies as a Supreme Blade."

But it wasn't just powerful—it was dangerous. A sword with a will of its own. Brook knew that if someone like Stussy tried to wield it, she'd be possessed instantly. It could command legions of pirate minions with ease. Even Redfield might struggle to control it.

"That's what the reports say," Antonio replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "But it's still unconfirmed whether it's truly the Kyubi Kyubi nomi."

Even as he spoke, he couldn't bring himself to meet the sword's gaze. It felt as though something ancient—something hungry—was staring back at him from the abyss.

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The Kyubi Kyubi no mi grants the power to reshape the world—literally. It can transform any object, even air, into perfectly geometric cube-shaped blocks, which the user can move, stack, and reorganize at will.

With this Paramecia-type ability, the user can cube-ify entire landscapes—earth, buildings, even people—and rearrange them to create elaborate mazes and pathways. If touched, even an enemy will be instantly turned into a cube. Compressed air can be weaponized into explosive cube bombs with devastating force.

Even more impressive, these cubes can float, giving the user complete aerial control. Whether it's for evasion, transport, or creating sky-bound fortresses, the possibilities are vast.

Brook had always dreamed of reshaping Golden Island's interior—or even other territories. He had originally set his sights on Pica's Stone-Stone Fruit or Morley's Push-Push Fruit, both known for their outrageous terrain manipulation capabilities.

Pica's power turned the King's Plateau of Dressrosa into a shifting labyrinth of stone, complete with a hidden seaport beneath the island. His monstrous stone giant form alone could challenge entire armies.

As for Morley, the Revolutionary Army's giant commander took it even further. He dug out the infamous Level 5 in Impel Down—right under the Marines' noses. Not even the impregnable Red Line was safe; he dug tunnels under Mary Geoise itself, concealing Revolutionary forces during the Reverie.

"If we can't get the Stone-Stone Fruit or the Push-Push Fruit for now," Brook said with a glint in his eye, "the Kyubi Kyubi no mi is a more than decent substitute. It can reshape islands too. We want this fruit. And while we're at it—let's recruit all of Byrnndi World's crew!"

Brook let out a chuckle. "Rocks missed his shot. Couldn't tame World. That's on him."

The Momo-Momo Fruit was no joke—it amplified the size and speed of any object a hundredfold. With a single shot, World could wipe out an island.

That's how he earned the title World Destroyer. Every cannonball he fired was supercharged to monstrous proportions. A projectile the size of a house? You bet. And that's exactly why Brook was determined. If World couldn't be recruited, then he would be killed—and the fruit reclaimed.

"Captain Brook, we've got more news." Antonio stepped forward. "Rocks is trying to relaunch the Dark Newspaper. They've found a new Vulture Fruit user and are retraining the News Vultures. Most of the vulture population from Longwater and Normandy Islands has already been captured."

"They're also hiring reporters and editors at high prices," he added. "Should we send Moore Thomas's spies to infiltrate?"

Brook scoffed. "Please. The name Dark Newspaper already limits them to the New World. They're not like Morthods, who wears both the white and underworld masks. A pirate-run newspaper? Too obvious. Too sloppy."

He laughed, his voice full of confidence. "Rocks's mistake was being too open. If he backed it from the shadows, it might've worked. But now? Let Moore Thomas clash with him. Professionals always crush amateurs."

Brook had noticed how, in the past two months, Rocks had squashed most rebellions in his territory. But instead of consolidating power, he'd stretched himself thin—greedily reaching into the underground world, trying to copy Brook's success.

But Rocks lacked subtlety. His aggressive grab for control across various industries provoked resistance from all fronts—especially from the Umit Family and the World Economic News Agency, both of whom supported Brook.

To protect themselves, these forces redirected their trade and commerce away from Rocks' territory and into Brook's domain. As a result, Rocks' commercial networks tanked, dragging down the standard of living for both pirates and civilians under his rule.

Some residents even planned to defect to Brook's territory.

This was the price of clumsy, autocratic leadership. A pirate—even one with power—couldn't juggle economic development, infrastructure, and civil welfare like a seasoned planner.

"That's right!" Antonio said with a grin, always ready to flatter. "If Rocks thinks he can rival Captain Brook in economic strategy, he's delusional!"

"Yohohoho~! In terms of brains and experience, I'm lightyears ahead!" Brook chuckled. "If I let Rocks keep playing emperor, he might set his own territory back by decades!"

To Brook, it was laughable. A loud, overconfident brute trying to beat a genius economist? Brook had learned under the worst capitalists of the Celestial Empire. He knew how to give people a taste—just enough "soup"—before yanking it away and handing them a pacifier.

But Rocks? He wanted to hoard everything. No liquidity, no allies, no balance. And worst of all, he'd alienated the underground network that once fueled his operations.

Brook had no plans to strike, but he didn't need to. The shadow players would handle Rocks for him. Quietly. Ruthlessly.

All Brook cared about now was taking Eorld. Whether through recruitment or elimination, the Momo-Momo Fruit would belong to the Hell Pirates.

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New World – Ushioka Island

"World, we've lingered too long in Hell Pirates' territory. We should retreat to the first half of the New World," ByoJack rasped, coughing as he clutched his side.

He was World frail, scholarly younger brother—the tactician and intelligence officer of their crew. And he knew firsthand how dangerous the Hell Pirates were when it came to surveillance and counter-espionage.

"Relax, brother," World said calmly. "Our men are still recovering. We'll leave tomorrow."

He held up a small, black box. "Besides… check out our latest haul—a Devil Fruit. Who should we give it to this time?"

His eyes scanned his trusted officers: the shipwright Guyram, the young herbalist-turned-doctor Naqin, and the towering fishman warrior Sebastian.

If it were a Zoan-type, World would have fed it to Byojack, to boost his frail constitution. But this one? It was a Paramecia—better suited for someone who could truly weaponize it.

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