One Piece: Hell Pirates

This time, the World Pirates had been chased down by Rocks and forced to retreat to the first half of the New World. In their escape, they unexpectedly ran into a Celestial Dragon caravan. True to his name, Byrnndi World, who never left empty-handed, launched a direct assault and looted the convoy—but the spoils came at a steep price.

The caravan fought back fiercely, and the Navy soon surrounded them. Although World managed to seize a trove of valuables, many of his crew were killed, and their ship was blown apart by the Navy's overwhelming firepower. He led the remnants of his crew into the territory of the Hell Pirates, hoping to rest and regroup.

World looked around at his remaining officers. The fishman giant Sebastian flat-out refused to eat any Devil Fruit. The ship's doctor, Naqin, had no real interest either. That left only the boatman, Guyram, as the best candidate to inherit the strange Devil Fruit they had stolen—one shaped like a small, glossy cube.

"Guyram, I'm entrusting this Devil Fruit to you," World said seriously, placing it in the boatman's hands. "Train with it and improve your combat power as fast as possible."

It was a rare and dangerous prize, acquired through bloodshed and a desperate escape from a Navy assault led by two Rear Admirals. World hadn't expected such powerful enemies—their Armament Haki was so strong, they could shatter his enhanced shells without a scratch.

"If it weren't for the fact that the Navy didn't dare to invade Brook's territory, our whole crew would've been sunk," World muttered darkly. "That dog-headed Rear Admiral and the purple-haired one... I'll remember them. Sooner or later, I'll pay them back."

"Yes, Captain World! I'll do my best!" Guyram said, eyes gleaming as he held the cube-like fruit. Just as he was about to take a bite, a wave of oppressive Conqueror's Haki surged down from the sky like a crashing tide. The entire crew froze, terror written across their faces.

From the stormy skies above, a golden island descended rapidly.

"Combat stations!!" someone shouted.

The World Pirates scrambled into formation, but panic gripped them. The Hell Pirates had come—personally! And worse, some of the so-called 'captains' among them wore grim expressions. These weren't real pirates at all, but undercover CP agents embedded within the crew. Their mission had been to wait for the right moment to destroy the World Pirates from within.

But they'd failed to report the encounter with the Celestial Dragons' caravan in time. And more troubling, World seemed to have some kind of eerie luck—always stumbling into convoys transporting classified supplies for the Celestial Dragons.

"Momo 100x Gun!"

World's patience snapped. He pulled out his modified pistol and fired at the approaching Golden Island. Under the effect of his Moa Moa no mi (More-More Fruit), the bullet ballooned to the size of a cannonball and accelerated a hundredfold, screaming through the air like a meteor aimed at Brook.

"Momo 100x Cannon!"

World then turned one of the remaining cannons toward the floating island and fired. A small shell transformed into a monstrous 20-meter warhead, tearing through the sky like a missile meant to wipe out a nation.

"Still as hot-headed as ever," a calm voice remarked.

Two blinding arcs of sword energy tore through the air, slicing both projectiles in half before they could hit. The shockwaves rolled through the terrain, tearing up the ground and forcing Byrnndi men to scatter in panic, rolling and diving for cover.

"Brook came himself?!" Byrnndi face twisted. He had only heard rumors of the Hell Pirates' strength, but now, facing the captain of the terrifying crew in person, he understood the difference between them and Rocks' outdated tactics.

The Hell Pirates had three airborne suppression fleets: the Sky Fleet led by Golden Lion Shiki, the golden battleships of Red Earl Redfield and Whitebeard Newgate, and finally, Brook's own floating fortress—the Golden Island.

With elite commanders like the Scarlet Soul Queen Charlotte Linlin following Brook, the Hell Pirates had crushed rebellious crews across the seas. Surrender or die—those were the only options. A few cunning groups managed to escape back to the first half of the Grand Line, but most were annihilated.

And worst of all was Brook himself.

His Devil Fruit didn't just resurrect him—it enslaved the souls of fallen enemies. Pirates whispered that to fall in battle against Brook meant eternal slavery as part of his ghostly army, never to reincarnate.

"Yohoho~ Byrnndi, we finally meet," Brook said cheerfully as he descended on a somersault cloud named Hera. By his side stood Charlotte Linlin, now visibly pregnant—but still radiating pressure like a monster. Not even pregnancy could slow her down.

"Wanna join my crew and go hunting Celestial Dragons for fun?"

Several CP agents hiding among Byrnndi crew shivered. Brook wasn't just the most dangerous pirate alive—he was public enemy number one to the Celestial Dragons themselves.

"You sound like Rocks. Join or die, huh?" Byrnndi sneered. "I'm no man's dog. I've been a captain all my life, and I'll die free."

"Let's not call it submission," Brook replied with a smirk. "Let's call it… an invitation. I'm offering you the honor of sailing under the flag of the Hell Pirates. You in?"

Brook wasn't beyond showing respect to strong-willed pirates, especially the newer generation. But if they declined? He didn't mind adding another soul to his army.

"At worst, I'll just harvest your ghost and be done with it," he added playfully.

"I refuse your offer," Byrnndi said, tense and alert. "Don't push us. We'll leave your territory immediately."

"Oh?" Brook's smile widened, but the air turned icy cold.

"Then explain this," he said, slowly drawing his Seven-Star Demon Sword, which exhaled a visible breath of cold death. "You attacked my Golden Island without provocation. Should I take that as a declaration of war?"

The sword's aura alone was enough to make even the CP agents quiver. Byrnndi was stunned into silence, the weight of death hanging heavily around them.

Brook, ever the theatrical performer, loved this moment—the silence, the moral high ground, the look on their faces when they realized they couldn't fight back or talk their way out.

"Tch! Fine! Enough talk!" Byrnndi growled. "If it's a fight you want, you'll get one!"

The World Pirates, though battered, roared with defiance, preparing for a final, desperate battle.

Death no longer scared them.-

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The moment the World Pirates heard their captain's order, they raised their weapons and pointed them at Brook. Fear was etched on their faces, but they still mustered the courage to draw swords against a legendary enemy.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk… pitiful. Your whole crew's like a leaky barrel—riddled with holes, infiltrated by CP agents. You're gonna get slaughtered by the World Government anyway, so why not hand over that More-More Fruit while you're at it?"

Brook chuckled coldly, his eyes locked onto Byrnndi. Recklessly recruiting pirates left and right—of course the World Government or the Navy would slip spies in. It was almost laughable.

Still, it wasn't entirely Byrnndi fault. Most pirate crews did open recruitment. But unlike the Hell Pirates, they didn't have a Redfield who could read minds, a Memory Seahorse for past-checking, or Hiruba and his Glare-Glare Fruit to weed out infiltrators.

Byrnndi face went pale. A CP spy… in his crew? Impossible! Just two days ago, they'd clashed with the Navy. His crew had bled beside him. Could they really be spies?

"Don't talk nonsense! These men are my brothers! We've been through hell and back over the past six months. No way there are spies among us!"

He desperately refused to believe it. Would a man like Brook—an overlord of the sea—resort to petty mind games to break a guy like him? No, Brook would just crush him outright.

"Believe it or not, it changes nothing. I'm taking back that Devil Fruit ability. A pirate bold enough to kill a Celestial Dragon—what a shame to waste that courage."

Brook didn't hide the admiration in his tone. Very few pirates had the guts to defy the Celestial Dragons, let alone kill one.

Even among the Worst Generation, most ran from the Celestial Dragons. Only someone like Zoro, with zero directional sense, or Luffy, the carefree idiot, would punch one without hesitation.

Byrnndi glanced at his crew again. His expression shifted—from doubt to fury. Now wasn't the time to question loyalty. First, they needed to survive.

"Fire!!"

Byrnndi gave the order, retreating to the ship while attacking. But Brook's Conqueror's Haki burst forth like a tidal wave, knocking out half the crew on the spot. They didn't even have enough conscious men left to steer the ship.

He gritted his teeth. He hated facing enemies with Conqueror's Haki—it made him feel powerless. Why couldn't he awaken it himself? Didn't he have enough willpower? He'd struck down a Celestial Dragon, hadn't he?

"Prometheus, burn their ship to ashes!"

Charlotte Linlin, riding high on the thundercloud Zeus, flung the blazing sun Homie into the sky. Prometheus erupted in flames, turning the heavens crimson. The tiger of a woman charged even more aggressively than Brook.

Having absorbed countless souls recently, Linlin's strength had soared. So had her Homies'. Wielding Emperor Blade Napoleon, she slashed her way through the pirates, cutting off all escape.

A pregnant woman, mind you.

Brook's lips twitched. It was almost unfair. At this rate, Linlin could wipe out the entire World crew alone.

Still, he couldn't just stand by and let his woman hog the spotlight. In the next instant, Brook flashed beside Byrnndi, the Seven-Star Sword gleaming as it came down like a meteor.

"More-More Speed: 50x!"

Byrnndi barely dodged in time. Cold sweat poured down his face. That speed—only possible through Devil Fruit acceleration. But Brook… Brook had done it with pure strength?

"Yohoho~ The More-More Fruit really is something. Boosting your speed like that? And I bet you haven't even tapped into its full potential yet."

Brook admired it openly. The More-More Fruit could enhance speed, strength, weight, size—everything—by up to 100x. Whether that cap was the fruit's limit or just Byrnndi, Brook didn't know. But he suspected it was Byrnndi body that couldn't keep up.

Right now, Byrnndi could only boost himself up to 50x. Anything beyond, and his body would probably collapse. Objects, though? That was another story.

"More-More Slash: 100x!"

A hundred-meter-long sword appeared in a blink and came crashing toward Brook with terrifying force, drawing gasps from the Golden Island's watching pirates.

No wonder Brook had to deal with him personally.

" Seven-Star Soul Slash!"

A shrill whistle tore through the air. Brook's chilling sword aura sliced the monstrous blade clean in half—like a knife through tofu. No matter how big, it was still just an ordinary sword supercharged by the fruit.

Once broken, the Devil Fruit's energy dissipated, and the sword shrank back to its normal size. Byrnndi didn't hesitate. Grabbing his brother Byojack, he called to his top officers.

"Retreat! Now!"

The fishman giant, Sebastian, charged over, pushing a landing boat through the sea. Their main ship was already in flames thanks to Prometheus, and none of them could stop Linlin.

"Captain, get on!!" Sebastian shouted, panicked. Though he knew Fishman Island was under Brook's control now, he had joined Byrnndi years ago. He couldn't betray his captain.

He wouldn't join the Hell Pirates—even if Brook offered.

You had to respect the loyalty of Byrnndi officers.

In the original history, even after Byrnndi was locked up in Impel Down for thirty years, his men never gave up. They built an island-sized warship just to break him out—complete with a supercannon to match the More-More Fruit's destructive power.

"Byrnndi, what happened to your so-called loyalty?" Brook taunted, laughing. "Why leave your crew behind while you run with your officers?"

Brook knew—once he targeted someone, they couldn't escape. No ship could outrun the Kirin Lion with its Wind-Wind Fruit. Not to mention Zeus and Hera, Linlin's flying Homies. They'd catch up to that boat in minutes.

Byrnndi stayed quiet, already aboard the landing boat. Byojack leaned in, whispering urgently.

"Brother, live to fight another day. If the mountain stands, there will always be firewood. Besides… Brook might be telling the truth. There could be spies among those we left behind."

Byojack knew Byrnndi wouldn't abandon the others without guilt. So he made the choice himself—he'd take the blame. Kill the remaining crew, carry the shame—whatever it took to make sure Byrnndi escaped.

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