The natural system started off strong, but the navy finally reached its peak!

That's where Rocks fought Roger and Garp!

“Now…” A smile curved at the corners of Gern’s lips, and invisible vibrational particles began to appear around his body.

"We should go and bring back some real 'spoils'."

.......

In the central area of ​​God Valley, the once luxurious platform used by the Celestial Dragons to watch their hunting games has long since turned into ruins.

In the center of the enormous crater, Rocks D. Gibbek lay on his back, blood pooling beneath him in a dark red lake.

This king who once dominated the seas was now panting heavily, each breath accompanied by the coughing up of fragments of his internal organs.

After Roger and Garp severely injured Rocks, the Knights of God escorted the Celestial Dragons away.

The World Government simply left him alone to face the Buster Call and the destruction of the island, leaving him to fend for himself...

"Pirates and the Navy teamed up..." He grinned, a mocking sneer spreading across his bloodied lips.

"How...ironic..."

"Roger, Garp..." Just as he was about to close his eyes and face death...

"Boom!" The ground suddenly trembled, and tiny pebbles bounced with the vibration.

Lox's cloudy pupils contracted slightly; this familiar vibration...

Footsteps approached from afar, and a boy in a naval uniform stepped into this forbidden zone of death.

Sunlight shone from behind, casting a long shadow in front of him.

"Is that Newgate? No, that guy wouldn't be here."

Rocks struggled to turn his eyes, and when he used his Observation Haki to see that the person who came was just a short-haired boy of about fourteen years old, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

But then he noticed the peculiar vibrations emanating from the boy's body... that wasn't Newgate's ability!

Meanwhile, Gern was using his abilities to precisely shatter some ruins in hopes of finding some treasures to exchange for money, but after a long time, he found nothing.

"Strange, the rewards for the Celestial Dragons' hunting game can't be this small!" Gern couldn't help but mutter.

"But Rocks and Roger's Conqueror's Haki is truly terrifying!"

If it weren't for this Conqueror's Haki, I wouldn't have been knocked unconscious over fifty times... Ah, every cloud has a silver lining!

Rocks, lying in the pit, heard Gern's mutterings in his ear, and his pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

This 14-year-old naval boy was knocked unconscious more than 50 times during his clash with Roger's Conqueror's Haki?!

It should be noted that even a typical vice admiral-level powerhouse from the Navy Headquarters would be unconscious for at least a whole day under the overwhelming pressure of their combined aura.

But this boy in front of me could wake up at an astonishing speed after each fainting spell.

What does this mean?! It means that during that earth-shattering battle of Conqueror's Haki, he was able to regain consciousness from his coma on average every two minutes!

"An ignorant monster..." Thinking this, Lox suddenly realized something.

So he opened his mouth and, with what little strength he had left, shouted, "Hey! Navy brat!!"

A soft but clear rebuke rang out, "Don't bother looking anymore, what you're looking for isn't here. Hahaha!!"

"Impossible!" Upon hearing the laughter, Gern swallowed hard, slowly turning his head to look in the direction the sound came from.

Then, he took shaky steps and walked over, finally stopping three meters away from the giant pit.

"You're still alive..." Gern looked down at the true overlord who dominated this era, the strongest being of this time.

Rocks D. Giebeck!!!

“Lox…” Gern murmured.

Rocks strained to focus, and when he saw the boy before him clearly, it confirmed his suspicions.

Especially Gern's eyes, which showed neither pity for the dying nor the awe one should have when facing a maritime overlord.

That gaze was so clear, so clear, as if... it were admiring an exhibit in a museum?

And Gern could only sigh as he looked at the dying Lockes.

After all, in his mind, the existence of Rocks created a kind of barrier similar to that between reality and fiction, so he didn't have any other thoughts.

"Hey, kid in the navy..." Rocks' voice was hoarse, "Are you here... to witness the changing of the times?"

“I’m just here to find some valuable things,” Gern said calmly.

"Hahaha! Valuable stuff..." Rocks suddenly burst into laughter, blood gushing from his mouth with each laugh.

“Navy brat…you’re quite interesting.” His gaze suddenly sharpened. “Your abilities…aren’t Newgate’s…”

“It’s a quake.” Gern slowly raised his right hand, palm up.

As he moved, the surrounding air began to distort, and a purer form of vibrational energy, different from that of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, gathered in his hands.

In an instant, the surrounding air began to distort, and a pure, extreme vibrational energy flowed through his fingertips.

This vibration didn't cause spatial shattering like Whitebeard's, but was closer to... some kind of primordial power.

A look of understanding flashed in Lox's eyes: "I see... Heavenquake... more terrifying than Newgate!"

"You want something valuable, don't you?" Lox continued, "How about we make a deal with this dying man?"

“A deal?” Gern frowned.

“That’s right.” Lox looked away. “Something valuable.”

Following his gaze, Gern saw a long, jet-black sword planted diagonally in the scorched earth, its blade reflecting a cold light.

Seeing this, Gern walked over and drew his sword. It wasn't a traditional katana, but a straight, double-edged black blade.

It is about 1.5 meters long, with an exquisite handle, but the scabbard is missing. The blade is pitch black like an abyss, and the surface is covered with dark red cracks, with a faint luster flowing through the cracks.

"This knife is..."

"One of the twelve Supreme Grade Swords".

"Use your power... to give me a decent funeral. I don't want to die under the Buster Call fire of those trash from the World Government..." Rocks' voice grew weaker and weaker.

"Once it's done, this knife... will be yours..."

"name."

“You will give it a name.” Lox coughed up blood again.

“Alright.” Gern looked at the black knife in his hand and remained silent for a moment before nodding seriously. “As you wish, I agree to this deal.”

"Buzz!" Vibrating particles condensed in Gern's palm and were compressed wildly.

“Hahaha…” Lox suddenly let out a hoarse laugh, “Interesting…so interesting…kid, what’s your name?”

“Gern,” Gern replied calmly, “Gern Reginald Sigmar.”

Not hearing the middle name "D," a strange light flashed in Lox's eyes.

“It’s not D!” Rocks exclaimed.

At the same time, images of Roger and Garp attacking him together flashed through his mind, and then he turned his gaze to Gern.

Pirates and the Navy... Well, I'll be reckless this once!

Let my sword make me famous throughout the world once again!

A terrifying yet ignorant monster.....Gern Reginald Sigmar!!

The vibrating particle sphere slowly descended, and the powerful vibrations shattered Rocks' body along with the air, burying him on this island of gods!

Chapter 3 Black Blade Eight Desolations

On the west side of God Valley, Gern prepared to retreat towards the naval warships.

The black knife in my hand felt icy to the touch, its blade as black as ink, faintly gleaming with a chilling light.

He lightly ran his fingertips over the blade, and then, with a thought, vibrating particles flowed over it like water, perfectly absorbing the force without any resistance.

"As expected of one of the 'Twelve Supreme Grade Swords'..." Gern muttered to himself, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

He suddenly swung his hand back.

"Whoosh!" A pure white shockwave shot out, sweeping across like a silver moon, precisely slicing through a giant rock in the distance.

The rock first silently split in two, and then the aftershocks of the vibration penetrated into it, causing the entire boulder to shatter into countless tiny fragments scattered all over the ground.

This is not a slash!!

Gern knew very well that he had no talent for swordsmanship at all; this was merely another way of using the Heaven-Shaking Fruit.

Even so, the knife can still perfectly withstand the force of the vibration, and even make its power more concentrated.

In the following days, Gern tried several more times, each swing as if it were his own arm, as if the knife was rightfully his.

However, upon seeing the undisguised blade, Gern paused slightly in thought.

These are Lox's belongings.

If I am recognized, it may cause unnecessary trouble.

After a moment of silence, Gern took out the Navy's standard medical kit from his waist and took out a roll of clean white bandage.

With nimble fingers, the bandages wrapped around the blade layer by layer until the blade was completely covered, leaving no trace of its sharpness exposed.

"From now on, you will be called 'Bahuang'."

Gern stroked the hilt of the knife, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"My own unique blade... Black Blade - Eight Desolations."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gern threw away the navy's long gun, put the gun sling on the hilt of his sword, and with a flick of his wrist, the black sword rested steadily on his back.

......

On the outskirts of God Valley, the distant sea echoed with the loud blasts of warships' horns.

With the battle completely over, the World Government couldn't possibly leave the island untouched, so after handling everything, the Navy began an emergency evacuation...

Gern staggered across the beach, his navy uniform, like most others, tattered and covered in dust.

Only the long sword wrapped in white gauze on his back made him stand out from the others.

"Hey! There's someone over there!" A familiar voice called out, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.

Gurn looked up and saw Warrant Officer Derek leading several naval soldiers running towards him.

“You’re still alive…” Derek was stunned at first, then an exaggerated “ecstasy” appeared on his face. He rushed forward and hugged Gern tightly.

“Gern! You’re alive! That’s wonderful!” His voice was filled with excitement, even a little choked up.

Gern was caught off guard by this sudden enthusiasm.

Because this Derek was the "connection" through whom he spent all his savings to secure support for the God's Island campaign.

Although he didn't know why Derek was being so enthusiastic, Guern quickly stopped thinking about it, and a relieved smile appeared on his tired face.

"Warrant officer, I did it... I survived."

“It’s good that you’re alright. But how can you really be alright?” Derek released him, gripping Guern’s shoulders tightly with both hands.

They looked him up and down, as if to make sure he was unharmed.

He then ordered the other naval personnel to continue the search and rescue of the others, while he himself took charge of Gern.

However, just after the other naval personnel left, Gern keenly noticed that the moment Derek released him, his right hand instinctively reached for the flintlock pistol at his waist.

"Is it just my imagination?" Gern felt no other emotion towards Warrant Officer Derek; instead, he felt a slight sense of gratitude.

Although this guy is a bit greedy, at least he actually did his job after I paid him and got me to God's Island.

On the other side, Derek's gaze quickly shifted from Gern's face to the black knife on his back.

Although it was wrapped in white cloth and its shape was obscured, the exquisite craftsmanship of the handle alone revealed that it was definitely a fine piece of equipment.

"This guy's got his hands on something amazing." Derek's pupils contracted slightly, and his heart raced.

This knife is definitely a treasure of the Celestial Dragons, after all, they threw away a lot of things when they retreated.

These things are enough to drive any naval officer mad.

"This kid... not only did he not die, but he also got this level of loot." Derek's heart was filled with jealousy and greed.