One Piece- Sentry

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God Valley had been completely erased—from the world map and from history itself. As if it had never existed in the first place. The only ones who still knew anything about it were those who had been present on the island. And yet, by direct order from the highest authorities—the Five Elders—the incident was immediately buried, wiped away along with the island itself.

As for Rocks D. Xebec, he was ultimately defeated by Monkey D. Garp and Gol D. Roger, who had—for the first and only time—joined forces, breaking the lines between Marines and Pirates to overcome a common enemy. The battle was fierce, a brutal clash that pushed even those two titans to their limits. It drained them completely, both warriors forced to give their all against a monster of a man. The fight dragged on for hours, neither side yielding so much as an inch. But in the end, the alliance of Garp and Roger stood victorious.

With Rocks defeated and wiped from history along with God Valley, the remaining Rocks Pirates scattered like leaves in the wind. Their bond had never been camaraderie—only allegiance to the might of Rocks D. Xebec.

In the aftermath, Garp was named the Hero of the Marines and awarded the title "Garp the Fist"—the man who had singlehandedly shielded the face of the Navy and the World Government from the wrath of a dangerous pirate. As for the Roger Pirates, their involvement was erased from the records entirely—scrubbed away by the World Government to preserve its image and champion the power of justice.

But not all was well behind the curtains.

When the Five Elders learned about Robert and his group, their shock quickly turned to sorrow. They mourned the loss of their once-prized child prodigy—now believed to be dead. Yet sorrow soon gave way to fury when Maria and Garling spoke the name of the one responsible—Charlotte Linlin.

Rage.

The moment that name was uttered, the Five Elders were livid. A worldwide bounty was placed on Linlin—massively increased, with a single directive: capture her alive.

And it didn't stop there.

Every surviving member of the Rocks Pirates received a similarly heightened bounty. Then came the assault. A surprise attack on Totto Land—Charlotte Linlin's domain—obliterating everything she had built. It was retribution for the death of Robert and the twins.

Linlin, unaware of the real reason behind the World Government's fury, assumed it was punishment for her connection to Rocks. In her mind, she was being hunted down simply for her past. Wounded—half her face disfigured from Robert's effortless flick—she had no choice but to go underground, vanishing from the world's eyes.

The others, the remaining Rocks Pirates—after witnessing the devastation of Totto Land—also chose to hide. For now. Waiting.

And as for Robert—he had already teleported himself to the same remote island where he had sent the others. A vast, secluded place tucked away in the far corner of the New World. Upon his arrival, his eyes scanned the civilians and slaves—some alive, some brought back from death—now standing in stunned silence, trying to comprehend their new surroundings.

Then the panic came.

It spread quickly—wild, confused, terrified. No one knew where they were or what had happened. Recognizing the storm of fear rising, Robert gently handed Shamrock into Rose's arms and stepped away to higher ground.

He closed his eyes and activated his Empathic Perception, letting his mind reach the thousands of people below. A calming wave rippled outward—minds settled, hearts slowed. Then, as they quieted, he began to explain. What had happened. Where they were. Why they were safe.

Using Empathic Perception and Telepathy together, he helped them understand. He gave them peace. Reassurance. He gently shifted their minds—just enough to grasp the truth and the weight of their survival.

And slowly, they understood.

These people—once captives of fate—began to cry. One by one, joy flooded their hearts. Some held each other and wept. Some dropped to their knees, bowing deeply to Robert and his companions, calling them saviors.

Kuma stood among them, overwhelmed. His smile stretched wide, but tears spilled freely. This moment—so full of light—moved him deeply. He turned to look at the one person he now called family. A brother in all but blood.

Robert.

He remembered how Robert had flicked away that terrifying woman as if she were nothing. How he'd unleashed powers Kuma still didn't understand to rescue them all—even reviving the dead. In Kuma's eyes, Robert wasn't just a hero.

He was a miracle.

And as Kuma looked around—at the laughter, the relief, the peace—he whispered a thought to himself.

Isn't this just like the stories Pa used to tell me about Nika?

He turned back toward Robert, who now stood surrounded, answering rapid-fire questions from the pink-haired girl and the afro boy. And quietly, Kuma muttered:

"Bob... you are my Nika"

He wiped away his tears and gazed at the clear, blue sky.

Ma... Pa... are you watching? Looks like I found my Sun God.

Robert, still among the crowd, glanced at Kuma and smiled gently. He'd heard every word—his super hearing and telepathy made sure of it. Then, turning to Rose, who held the red-haired infant with serene grace, he gave her a nod.

"By the way—" the afro boy, Ivankov, piped up. "What now? I mean, yeah, you saved us... but where are we gonna live?"

He gestured at the massive crowd.

"The people from God Valley—everything they knew is gone. And the slaves... they've got nothing to return to."

The crowd stilled. All eyes turned to Robert.

And in that moment, he understood—they already saw him as their leader.

He closed his eyes and expanded his senses across the island. It was vast. Untouched. Ideal. In an instant, using his accelerated thought process, he built a plan.

When he opened his eyes, his voice was steady.

"Move back," he said.

"What!?" Ginny blinked, confused.

"Just trust me," Robert said calmly.

Reluctantly, but without resistance, the people stepped back. Robert knelt, pressing his hands to the grassy ground. A vivid design bloomed in his mind—one made not of power, but of vision.

And then, with Molecular Manipulation, he began to build.

On the eastern shore, in a wide clearing near the sea, he created a gothic-style village. It had a small farm, a large cathedral, and a bustling port.

Three hundred meters away, nestled near natural mines, a second village took shape—modest in size, meant for workers.

Above them, by a giant freshwater lake on the hillside, he built another village—peaceful, commercial, lively. And at the center of the lake, he raised a shining lighthouse whose beam now cut across the sea.

Finally, he built a massive farm just nearby, outfitted with tools, equipment, and a tall windmill spinning in the breeze.

He connected everything with smooth, stone paths—each intersection marked with a map board and signposts. He deliberately left vast swaths of land untouched, planning for the future, when perhaps more would come and more would need to be built.

When he was done, Robert rose to his feet. He turned to the crowd and gestured for them to follow.

They did.

And when they saw what he had made—their eyes widened. Mouths opened in stunned silence.

"This is your new home," he said. "Everything's ready. No one needs to lift a finger. Every house is equal. No one stands above or below anyone else."

He walked to the map board and began to explain:

"This will be our main village. It connects directly to the port."

He pointed again. "This is the working village—near the mines. Anyone can join the workforce."

Another point. "This is the lighthouse village, beside the dam. The lake connects directly to the sea. There's a market there as well."

And finally: "This is the main farm. All supplies will be kept in the barn. Every location is connected by a clean stone pathway, with clear directions at each crossing."

The people were stunned. Overwhelmed. Moved.

He had saved them from certain death, and now… he had given them a home. A future. Without asking for anything in return.

Then, a small girl stepped forward and raised her hand.

Robert turned to her with a gentle smile. "Yes?"

She hesitated, then asked the question that would someday reshape the world.

"What's the name of our new home?"

Robert closed his eyes. Memories of the past flowed into his heart—memories of John Carter, a dull and quiet man, whose world was changed the moment Melissa entered it like a rising sun. He remembered Kuma's words about the Sun God Nika—one who brings joy and freedom.

And then, he opened his eyes and met their gaze.

He smiled.

"RA," he said.

"A place of new beginnings."

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Note: All credits go to 'Disruptive Builds'. He is the real creator of these Minecraft structures. Another thing, all these structures are built to accommodate with the current population of the people Robert had saved. So just imagine all those structures are very vast in size.