One Piece: Hell Pirates

Brook watched the battered World and his crew, quietly pondering the best way to bring him under control. Captains of pirate crews were never easy—they were proud, stubborn, and often unwilling to bend the knee.

But Brook had a solution. If raw power couldn't subdue World, perhaps his Seven-Star Demon Sword could. Beyond its sharp edge, the sword carried a sinister power—to corrupt and command, infecting its victims until they bent to Brook's will.

"You really thought you could escape on that little boat with a Fishman in tow?" Brook called out, his voice calm but mocking. "You underestimate the Hell Pirates."

He stood atop Hera, the somersault cloud, while Charlotte Linlin loomed beside him on Zeus. Together, they cut off any hope of escape. If Sebastian tried to flee underwater, Zeus was ready to blast the ocean with enough lightning to turn it into a grave.

World, a Devil Fruit user, was particularly vulnerable. Worse, his crewmate Guyram had just eaten the Rubik's Cube Fruit, which turned him into a landlocked liability.

Brook hadn't been able to stop him from eating it—but he wasn't worried. The fruit had been retrieved in a seastone chamber, neutralizing its power until now. If Guyram refused to surrender and join the Hell Pirates, there would be only one outcome: death.

"You force people into your crew like this?" World snarled, bloodied but defiant. "Aren't you afraid they'll betray you?"

Brook raised an eyebrow, amused. World had once been a rising star of the New World but had been driven into hiding between the might of rival Overlord and the relentless pursuit of the Navy. With the rise of the Hell Pirates and Rocks' Dark News Agency, there was nowhere left to run. Every move was exposed. Every secret, recorded.

The Pirate Guild had once offered some protection—but now, even that was under strict control. Too many rogue pirates had slaughtered Brook's carefully bred Den Den Mushi, and for that, he was merciless.

"If they betray me…" Brook grinned coldly, "I kill them. Simple. We don't need traitors in the New World. And I have more than enough ways to ensure loyalty."

He extended his hand, the Seven-Star Demon Sword glowing with eerie green light. "So, what's your choice? Join us... or die. I'll take your More-More Fruit, and the Rubik's Cube Fruit too."

On the shore of Golden Island, Stussy and the others descended from the sky. The World Pirates were surrounded. There was nowhere left to run.

Stussy, ever sharp, scanned the pirates for signs of undercover CP agents. Intel from Antonio had revealed something outrageous—three Cipher Pol agents were embedded within World crew. The World Government had actually planted spies in a crew of known anarchists?

"Brother Brook, what's with all the talking?" Charlotte Linlin growled, licking her lips. "Let me just rip out their souls already!"

Her words sent a shiver down the spine of Naqin, the World crew's doctor. The woman was monstrous—a soul-harvesting witch straight out of hell.

World's expression darkened. Captain Brook could enslave souls. Linlin could strip away a person's lifespan. They were devils in the flesh, and this was truly the Hell Pirates.

"Sebastian!" World shouted. "Take Naqin and the others. Dive beneath the sea! I'll hold them off!"

He launched himself at Brook without hesitation. His massive scythe warped and twisted midair, growing into a hundred-meter-long blade of death aimed to cleave both Brook and Linlin in half.

But Sebastian and the others didn't move. If Captain World fell here… then what was the point of fleeing?

Meanwhile, Guyram struggled to adapt to his new powers. He'd barely eaten the fruit and hadn't yet grasped its potential. Desperately, he touched the ground—and it turned into shifting cubes. He burrowed like a gopher, vanishing underground in a clumsy attempt to escape.

World's massive scythe was cleaved apart effortlessly by Brook's twin blades. Not even a scratch landed.

Then came Linlin. One punch forced World to retreat. Had he not dodged, his bones would've shattered under her raw monstrous strength.

"He's fast, Brother Brook!" Linlin howled in frustration. "I can't hit him!"

World zipped across the battlefield at 50 times the speed of a normal person. Linlin's attacks lit up the sky with flame, lightning, and sword energy, but World slipped through the chaos like a phantom.

But Brook, calm as ever, spotted the weakness.

"Too focused on dodging, and now…" Brook murmured, eyes narrowing. "You're wide open."

Soul Freeze!

World, mid-step, suddenly seized up. He hadn't expected Brook—an overlord—to stoop to team tactics. But here he was, flanking alongside Linlin like a predator.

The icy ghost energy wrapped around Byrnndi, freezing not just his body, but his thoughts. He dropped like a marionette with its strings cut.

"Captain!!"

Sebastian finally snapped out of it and lunged forward—but Linlin was waiting. One devastating punch sent him flying, bones cracking like splintered wood.

"Navy Six Styles: Shave!"

Stussy flickered across the field in a blur and kicked Naqin out of harm's way, scooping up the unconscious Byojack.

"Losing focus during battle?" she said coolly. "Bad habit."

Uju and the Seastone Army Team descended on the remaining crew, rounding them up efficiently. The weak ones who had collapsed under Brook's Conqueror's Haki weren't even worth killing.

Linlin, however, had no qualms. She harvested their lifespans without hesitation, humming a tune as their souls were drained away.

Stussy continued scanning for CP infiltrators—but she wasn't too worried. Their ace sniper, Hiruba, was already picking them off one by one using his Stare-Stare Fruit, which allowed him to read minds.

Then Brook walked forward, blade gleaming.

"Well, Byrnndi... take a good look at this lovely little sword."

He gently pressed the Seven-Star Demon Sword against Byrnndi's throat. A thin line of blood appeared, and a demonic green aura surged into Byrnndi's body through his ears, eyes, and mouth.

Byrnndi screamed. Markings shaped like seven-pointed stars bloomed across his neck before vanishing. His pupils turned scarlet—evidence of the infection taking hold.

"Don't resist, Byrnndi," Brook whispered. "Come with us. Let's go raise hell for the Celestial Dragons together…"

Byrnndi went silent. His eyes were glassy, but behind them, madness and loyalty now swirled like a storm.

"At your command, Master," he said with eerie calm.

"Towards the end of the world…"

Brook released the Soul Freeze, and Byrnndi rose with reverence, not resistance. His eyes still burned scarlet. His will was broken, reshaped.

Brook gave a slow, amused smile.

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After Byrnndi stopped resisting, the rest of the World Pirates quickly followed suit. Faced with the overwhelming pressure of the Hell Pirates, surrendering was clearly the wiser choice—better that than becoming cannon fodder.

Once the pirates were secured, the Hell Pirates' sniper, Hiruba, activated the power of his Fruit. With it, he began inspecting each prisoner. Hiruba had developed powerful mental techniques—Mind Reading and Spirit Scrying—making it impossible for spies to hide among them.

"Brother!!"

Byoack's voice cracked as he looked at his brother, whose aura and demeanor had completely changed. The man he knew was now under the control of Brook, the Overlord of the New World. What kind of terrifying Devil Fruit ability could do this?

But now that they were prisoners... was there any hope of escape? Could his brother even be freed from Brook's grasp?

"Ahahaha~! Captain Brook, let's make them ours! Let's make them strong!"

Byrnndi grinned, eyes glowing crimson as he turned to his former subordinates. The sight alone sent chills through the crowd. Byojack and the others were terrified. The change was unnatural.

Byrnndi had been corrupted—infected by the eerie aura of the Seven-Star Demon Sword. Though he retained his memories and intellect, his loyalty had been redirected to Brook. The sword didn't erase his identity... it radicalized it. Now, he would stop at nothing to help Brook eliminate enemies, no matter the cost.

"Captain Byrnndi, snap out of it! You're a man of principle—how can you be controlled like this?!"

Sebastian, the towering fishman, had tears in his eyes. He couldn't believe the man he respected most had become a puppet of Brook.

"What did you say?! Lord Brook gave me strength—he made me stronger! He's the man I follow now! Say another word, and I'll kill you myself!"

Byrnndi glare cut deep. Murderous intent surged from his scarlet eyes. This wasn't control—it was devotion.

Suddenly—Boom!

CP agents who had nearly gone undetected launched a desperate counterattack. Three of them, armed with chains, rushed Hiruba and Stussy, aiming to disrupt the mind probes and prisoner security. They hadn't expected the Hell Pirates to bring such precise Devil Fruit powers. Their disguise was blown—completely.

Had they escaped earlier, they might've had a chance. But now, shackled in Seastone cuffs, they had little hope. Fortunately for them, they weren't Devil Fruit users. The cuffs only suppressed physical strength—not techniques.

They leapt into battle using classic CP techniques: Shave, Tempest Kick, Moonwalk, and Iron Body.

"Hahaha, I see a delicious soul~"

The sky darkened as Charlotte Linlin descended like a meteor. Her terrifying aura alone made one CP agent freeze. He had no choice but to block the incoming punch from the monstrous empress.

"Iron Body: Maximum Wheel—Steel Form!"

The CP agent's body turned crimson, his skin gleaming like steel. Gritting his teeth, he braced for impact.

It didn't matter.

With a thundering crash, Charlotte's punch caved in his chest and hurled him into a hillside. Whether he lived or died, no one could say.

The other two agents panicked. Within moments, they were downed and restrained by Stussy and Hiruba. No resistance left.

Every pirate present watched in horror as Charlotte dug the injured agent out of the dirt like a rag doll. She drained his soul with a single grip—nothing left behind. The agent was dead.

Yet what they didn't see—at least, not clearly—was a second soul, invisible to the naked eye, drifting away... and being absorbed by Brook.

Then, as if on cue, Brook vanished from sight.

A flash of steel tore through the silence. Blood splattered across the field.

A scream followed—and a figure crashed into the open.

It was Guyram, the Rubik's Cube Man, who had slipped away earlier.

He'd tried to sneak in and rescue the captured officers. But under Brook's Life Sense and Observation Haki, such arrogance was laughable.

With that, Guyram was also shackled in Seastone.

Now, all the World Pirates were under Brook's control.

Seeing Byrnndi so thoroughly changed, the officers glared at Brook with hatred. Meanwhile, the common pirates were quick to flip sides, yelling that they wanted to join the Hell Pirates. Such is the nature of minions—they follow whoever's strongest.

"Your captain has already joined us. What are you waiting for?" Brook said with a smile. "Thinking of betraying Byrnndi now?"

Only the Cube Fruit had strategic value. The others? Expendable.

"Lord Brook... please. Turn Byrnndi back. We'll join you. Just... give him back to us."

Byojack understood their position. They had no leverage. Surrender was the only option. But even so—he just wanted his brother back.

Brook tilted his head. "You overestimate yourselves. You hold no value to me. Byrnndi is mine now. Why would I change that?"

He didn't expect absolute loyalty from all his subordinates. Some were meant to be tools.

Still, Byojack refused to quit. "Please, Lord Brook! I can convince Byrnndi. Just one chance. Let us serve you—truly."

Brook paused.

"Yohoho~ I'll give you one chance."

With a flash of the Seven-Star Demon Sword, he sliced the air. Four thin red lines appeared across the necks of the captured officers. Green veins crept into their skin. Their eyes glowed—then, returned to normal.

The officers stared at Brook in horror. Had they been controlled? They felt no difference... but the fear remained.

Brook chuckled.

"Begin your performance. Let's see if Byrnndi can come back on his own."

The sword's current setting allowed them to retain their will. But should Brook choose, he could control them at any moment.

In the legends of the Seven-Star Sword, Saga's disciple Duma had remained conscious—even warning Zoro about the blade's curse. But with a thought, Saga could override that consciousness.

Now, Brook intended to test Byojack's resolve. Could he really bring Byrnndi back by words alone? Byrnndi was young, passionate, and wouldn't give up his ideals so easily.

And if the attempt failed... Brook would simply convert them all.

Tools, after all, are replaceable.

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