"Hahahahahahaha~!"
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
Disaster never comes alone.
Just as the battle raged on, a terrifying foreign army suddenly appeared at the front lines. Their eerie laughter echoed across the battlefield.
They weren't afraid of death. Their eyes burned red like sharpened blades, tearing open holes in the defensive lines with unsettling ease.
The Pleasure.
The artificial Devil Fruit had a fatal flaw, only one in ten gained abilities after eating it. The rest? They lost everything but their laughter.
Those who failed to awaken powers became trapped in endless, uncontrollable laughter.
But to even be given the chance to eat a Devil Fruit meant they were already among the elite of the Beasts Pirates.
To Lynch and the World Government, Devil Fruits weren't rare. But for other forces, they were treasures beyond reach.
Even with the risks, many still fought for the chance to consume one, only to become what the Beasts Pirates called Waiters, those who waited in line, hoping for another chance.
Their numbers reached 5,000, hardened warriors, twisted by Kaido's cruel system.
Before battle, they had consumed Quinn's specially crafted stimulants, making them immune to pain, fearless of death, and stronger than ever.
With their frenzied laughter and mindless aggression, they shattered the morale of the front-line troops.
No matter how seasoned a soldier was, facing 5,000 red-eyed lunatics who laughed through gunfire and refused to fall was enough to shake anyone.
But what they didn't know was that Quinn had hidden something crucial from them…
The power granted by the stimulants came at a terrible cost—it burned away their life force.
The moment their vitality ran out, death was inevitable.
During their reckless charge, over a thousand Pleasure were torn apart by concentrated artillery fire. But the remaining four thousand reached the warships, unleashing a massacre that threatened to collapse the frontline.
Meanwhile, the sixty-four Sea Kings wreaking havoc on the pirate alliance had all been slain.
However, their sacrifice had not been in vain—nearly ninety thousand pirates perished in the struggle, and the enemy's morale took a crushing blow.
Against such massive creatures, even the fiercest warriors were forced to confront their own insignificance.
On the Marine side, dozens of ability users rushed to intercept the Pleasure only to be met with an unexpected nightmare.
These elite pirates from the New World weren't just powerful; they were completely unhinged.
One ability user transformed into a lion and tore off a Pleasure arm—yet instead of screaming in pain, the Pleasure grinned and bit the lion back.
The sudden counterattack stunned the ability user.
"Damn it! I've been in countless battles, and I've bitten plenty of people—but this is the first time someone's bitten me!"
Gion frowned. "They must be on some kind of drug that completely numbs their minds. Should I step in?"
"No," Lynch replied calmly. "They aren't an elite force, just expendable pawns."
Then he turned to Shikamaru.
"It's time to release the two troops you prepared."
Only the strongest from around the world could join the Four Emperors' pirate crews in the New World.
And among them, the Pleasures were the best of the best.
It was no surprise that ordinary soldiers struggled against them in close combat.
But Lynch had his own elite forces.
"It's time"
Shikamaru nodded, pulling a mobile transponder snail from his pocket and speaking a few short commands.
In an instant, the decks of several massive Pluton-class warships split open.
From the depths of the hull, a massive steel platform began to rise, emerging from the darkness into the sunlight.
And there standing in perfect formation was an army of high-tech mechas.
Each mecha, built from a special synthetic brass alloy, stood three and a half meters tall and housed a skilled pilot inside.
There were a thousand in total each equipped with Type V Armor, the latest development from West Blue.
A fusion of brass engineering and steam technology, these machines operated in both land and air combat modes.
Only elite Marines were chosen as pilots, each required to have a minimum combat power of 50.
For reference a standard Marine soldier with a rifle had a power level of 10.
The mechas were armed with:
1 Stinger Anti-Warship Missile, 10 Small Destroyer Missiles, 1 Vulcan Gatling Gun with 2,000 rounds, And when ammo ran out the Gatling transformed into a massive chain sword.
Suddenly, a thousand red eyes flared to life.
The sound of metal shifting filled the air as the mechas activated in unison.
From their backs, six thick propulsion tubes extended, releasing a burst of Admiral Steam.
With a powerful hiss, the mechas lifted off the platform, hovering above the battlefield.
A voice rang out from their communicators—Shikamaru's.
"By order of the Emperor, destroy the enemy!"
"By order of the Emperor, destroy the enemy!" the pilots shouted in unison.
The mechas soared into the sky, their movements synchronized with flawless precision, as if they had trained for this moment countless times.
On their right shoulders, turret systems hummed to life.
Then, fire.
A thousand Stinger anti-warship missiles streaked through the air, leaving long trails of flame before crashing into the pirate fleet below.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Explosions erupted across the sea, sending debris and bodies flying. Many pirate ships sank instantly, while others were left burning and crippled.
Most importantly, the precise bombardment carved out a wide isolation zone between the pirate coalition and the warships.
The Pleasure, who had already reached Marine ships, were now cut off from reinforcements.
It was the perfect opportunity to eliminate them.
With their first mission complete, the shoulder turrets on the mechas automatically detached, falling into the sea to lighten the load.
Unlike the supernatural abilities of Devil Fruits, mechas adhered to the laws of physics and energy conservation.
Each unit carried a limited power supply enough for twelve hours of sustained aerial combat or three days of continuous ground operations.
And this was where mechas thrived in fast-paced, high-firepower close combat.
Their agility, adaptability, and overwhelming firepower made them a force to be reckoned with.
Bang! Bang!
The battlefield trembled as the war continued.
A thousand mechas landed on the frontline battleships, their Vulcan Gatlings roaring to life, unleashing a storm of bullets at the charging Pleasures at 2,000 rounds per minute.
Ratatatatatat!
Enemies more than 20 meters away were instantly shredded into pieces.
Within a minute, all 2,000 rounds of ammunition were spent. The deck was littered with hot bullet casings, a grim testament to the sheer brutality of the assault.
Each mecha could fight conservatively, making every shot count—but that wasn't the order.
The command was clear: wipe out the Pleasures immediately to minimize Marine casualties.
There was no time for restraint.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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