One Piece: Lord of Calamity

On the sea, a distance away from God Valley, a ship flying the Rocks Pirates flag lay quietly at anchor.

Dylan stood at the bow, gazing at the distant island through a telescope.

Through the telescope, it was clear that the entire island of God Valley was shaking. The large mountain in the center of the island had collapsed, and dense dust obscured the entire nation.

"What exactly is happening over there?"

Dylan considered himself to have weathered many storms, but even now, he couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart.

Lord Roa's actions, without a doubt, were intended to leave the Rocks Pirates.

But why?

Why would he do that?

Lord Roa's position in the Rocks Pirates was unquestionable.

Most of the executives showed him great care, and even the Captain himself did.

Everyone rumored that Lord Roa was Captain Rocks' favored successor. What reason could he possibly have to leave the Rocks Pirates?

Dylan could only think of one possibility, the most improbable one.

Lord Roa, what exactly did you foresee?

Splash!

Water suddenly splashed before him.

Dylan's pupils constricted, and he instinctively recoiled. His right hand transformed into a palm blade, the part above his wrist turning pitch black.

Bloody Hand Dylan, renowned for his mastery of the No-Sword Style, known for his preference for piercing enemies' bodies with his hand blades, staining his hands crimson, was thirty-five years old this year with a bounty of 360 million Berries.

However, Dylan's vigilance ceased the next instant.

"Yo! Dylan! Sorry to keep you waiting!"

The energetic, adorable boy agilely landed on the ship's rail, shaking off water like a large dog, and spoke with a grin.

"Welcome back, Lord Roa!"

Dylan bowed respectfully.

"Phew—haha, I almost didn't make it back."

Roa let out a long sigh of relief.

"Was it that dangerous?"

Dylan's usually calm face now showed astonishment.

The Rocks Pirates had practically deployed all their forces this time; all the executives had landed on God Valley.

Such a lineup, and Lord Roa still said he almost didn't make it back?

"Of course, because the enemies were even more terrifying."

Roa said casually.

The Roger Pirates, Garp the Fist, the Holy Knights, the Five Elders.

Such a lineup, even an all-star crew like the Rocks Pirates, would absolutely not be their match, not to mention that everyone essentially acted on their own whims.

Roa gazed at the continuously thundering God Valley. This island's time had come to an end.

"Dylan,"

Roa chuckled, "Lower the flag. From today onwards, the Rocks Pirates no longer exist."

So, what we are experiencing now is the end of an era?

His heart was profoundly shaken, but Dylan remained calm. "Understood. Then, Lord Roa, are we heading to that country next?"

"Yes. We won't return to Hachinosu Island,"

Roa said. "That country will be a perfect base."

"Then I'll prepare to set sail immediately."

Dylan hurried to inform the crew to prepare for departure.

Only Roa remained, quietly gazing at God Valley.

He suddenly smiled. "Goodbye, Captain, and goodbye to my pirate days."

God Valley.

The great melee on the island's central battlefield was gradually drawing to a close.

Rocks was breathing heavily, not even having the time to wipe the blood streaming down his forehead.

"Prepare yourself, Rocks! You've lost!"

Garp the Fist also had blood streaming from his head, roaring as he swung his fist, crackling with black lightning.

"Wahahahaha! Rocks, this is the end!"

Roger's bicorne hat had long since flown off to who-knew-where, but his blade remained deadly.

"I never thought you two bastards would team up!"

Rocks was now barely able to parry the attacks from the two.

The massive brawl had eventually devolved into a series of one-on-one battles in smaller arenas.

He was facing Garp and Roger.

It proved that even as powerful as he was, he couldn't defeat the two of them combined.

He lost.

This time, it was a complete and utter defeat.

That brat Roa was the first to escape.

Then Linlin and Wang Zhi(Ochoku) followed.

There was no longer any chance of victory.

"Roger! Do you think you'll have a good end after taking me down?"

Rocks roared, "The Five Elders are here! They're watching us fight like dogs now!"

"Who cares about that!"

Roger laughed dismissively. "I just came for revenge!"

Rocks froze.

Then.

"Hahahahaha! You bastard! So I was the fool!"

Rocks roared with laughter. "It won't end like this! Roger! The brat who inherited my will is still alive! Sooner or later, he will completely overturn this world!"

"I told you, I just came for revenge! I don't care about anything else!"

Soon after, a certain sea area in the West Blue.

Roa somewhat disappointedly placed the silver fruit on the table. "Dylan, you don't recognize this fruit either?"

"My apologies, Lord Roa."

Dylan shook his head. "I haven't seen a Devil Fruit encyclopedia."

"Never mind. We'll find a suitable person to eat it later and find out."

In any case, it should be a high-quality Devil Fruit, otherwise it wouldn't be placed alongside the Azure Dragon Fruit and the Paw-Paw Fruit.

Speaking of which, Roa himself could eat another Devil Fruit, but he had no interest in doing so.

His abilities were already comprehensive enough; there was no need to add another weakness.

Dylan's face remained calm, showing no covetousness towards the Devil Fruit.

Roa drew out his second trophy from his waistband.

A long blade with a black scabbard and purple hilt-wrap.

Its length was about 1.2 meters, and the curvature of the blade was much less than that of a standard katana, appearing quite straight.

Roa gripped the hilt and slowly drew the blade.

A dense scent of blood immediately permeated the air.

"Whoa!"

Roa surprisingly examined the blade before him.

The dark red blade slowly emerged from the scabbard, the dark red color gradually turning crimson.

"Hm?"

Roa looked at his right hand in surprise.

His palm suddenly bled, but the blood was almost instantly absorbed into the hilt.

"Oh, how interesting!"

He said in surprise, "This thing seems to be sucking my blood!"

Only I have ever sucked the blood of uncles and aunts!

"Lord Roa! Please be careful!"

Dylan immediately exclaimed, "If I'm not mistaken, this blade should be one of the Twelve Supreme Grade Swords, the Blade of Asura, the Cursed Sword Blood Sea!"

"Supreme Grade Sword? Blade of Asura? Blood Sea?"

Roa raised an eyebrow. "Sounds interesting."

"It is said that this blade absorbs blood to evolve!"

Dylan looked seriously at Roa's right hand, which still gripped the cursed sword. "If it doesn't acknowledge its wielder, even its master will be gradually drained of blood! It's a true cursed blade!"

"And once it acknowledges its wielder, something even more terrifying begins! It grows stronger by absorbing blood, and it will devolve if it cannot absorb blood for long periods! So, for power, its master can only slaughter relentlessly, ultimately falling completely into the path of Asura!"

"Sounds perfect for me!"

Roa snapped his fingers. "Blood? That's simple."

The ship's cabin door opened, and figures with blackened eye sockets stiffly walked out of the cabin like zombies.

"Come, my dear, let me see your power, see if you're worthy of being my carving knife."

Roa walked up to a chang ghost and casually stabbed the blade into its chest.

So sharp!

There was no sense of resistance at all, as if stabbing through air.

This was Roa's first impression.

Then he saw the chang ghost's face rapidly turn pale, its body also quickly shriveling little by little.

"Oh! I like children with good appetites. Let's continue."

Roa switched to another chang ghost. Otherwise, the current one would have been drained to death, and gathering chang ghosts wasn't easy. In the future, without the help of the Rocks Pirates, it would be even harder to gather high-quality ones.

A moment later.

"Is that all you can eat?"

Roa held up the cursed sword in his hand. The blade was already so crimson it looked like it was dripping blood, even radiating a faint red glow in the sunlight.

It had become very docile, no longer sucking Roa's blood.

"Your appetite is too small. This needs improvement. As a gourmet's partner, your appetite absolutely cannot be small! Next time, you must eat more."

Dylan glanced at the shriveled chang ghosts behind Roa. Is that still considered small?

However, as expected of Lord Roa, he had naturally become the master of the cursed sword.

Roa was very satisfied with this blade.

It must have devolved from not absorbing blood for a long time, but even so, this blade was already very powerful.

Firstly, the blade was unusually sharp. Roa had tested it; even his tough fur after transforming into a Qiongqi could barely block it. One must know that at this stage, his defensive power, even if not comparable to Aunt Linlin's, was far harder than steel.

Secondly, its ability to absorb blood. After absorbing the blood of many chang ghosts, its speed of absorption became even faster. If one were to be casually cut a few times by this blade, all the blood in their body would be drained.

Roa was very much looking forward to what it could achieve after continuous evolution.

"But 'Blood Sea' is too ugly a name,"

Roa thought for a moment. "Since you're my carving knife, from now on, you'll be called,"

"Tiger's Soul!"

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