Puaaah—!!!
Staring at his half-ruined body, Rocks' vision grew blurry.
That towering frame staggered, as if even just staying upright was a struggle. Rocks half-knelt on the ground.
What kind of joke is this…
This level of power?
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that more than half of God Valley had disappeared. Even the vast ocean behind it had been split in two, the lingering force preventing it from mending back together.
Such an ability… this had already gone far beyond reason, hadn't it?
"But… you don't really think this alone can kill me, do you?"
"Orin!"
Even if he couldn't quite understand how Orin could unleash such a beyond-limit attack, Rocks knew he would win.
Because right now, Orin's condition was even worse than his own.
That strike of blade and gun combined had drained Orin of almost all his stamina and energy, leaving him at the very end of his rope.
First, he fought four at once. Then he faced Rocks, whose existence itself broke the limits of the era. No matter how strong Orin was, he had his limits.
"Your Haki… it's nearly all gone, isn't it, Orin?"
Rocks forced himself to stand, body riddled with wounds. Defending against that overwhelming strike had already left him at death's door, yet he hadn't died.
He even had confidence now. If he could just hold on for one breath longer, he could kill Orin here and now.
"Who the hell do you think I am!!!"
Like a candle burning brightest before it goes out, Rocks exploded with Conqueror's Haki Infusion, endless darkness devouring everything.
Orin's clones, exhausted, could barely resist with their own Haki. One after another, they were consumed.
Their Devil Fruit powers collapsed, leaving Orin with a moment of emptiness. When the clones finally vanished, his strength steadied again.
"I am the strongest in the world—the man who will one day become King of the World!!!"
But facing Rocks' fully unleashed aura, Orin only sighed.
He plopped down on the ground. The clone holding a blade at his side slowly dissipated, leaving only his true body. Supporting himself with his gun, he fished around inside his coat with his free hand.
"Orin!!!"
Seeing Rocks step toward Orin, Roger and the others roared, eyes bloodshot, their voices cracking at the towering figure sitting there.
But Orin wasn't panicked. He simply raised a hand, signaling them not to worry.
Under everyone's tense gaze, Orin pulled something out of his coat…
"A rice ball???"
"Oi!!! How the hell did that thing not get smashed to bits in the middle of this fight?!"
Roger couldn't help but complain. But Orin ignored him, shoving huge bites into his mouth.
"Good thing… I still had that compressed rice ball I prepared earlier…"
"…"
In the middle of this ultimate battle, Orin was… eating.
Not only Roger and Gaban, who were clashing against Rayleigh and Saint Garling, even Garp himself froze mid-battle.
Even Rocks went blank for a second. But only for a second.
Veins bulged on his forehead.
Seething, Rocks clenched his teeth.
"Die!!!"
Boom—!!!
Crack crack crack crack—!!!
The earth split wide open, the shockwaves sinking the ground for hundreds of meters. Everyone's eyes snapped to the center of the battlefield.
But when the dust cleared, only Rocks remained, his fist extended, standing all alone.
"Eh!!!!"
"Orin got blown to dust!!!"
Roger's eyeballs bulged, his tongue lolling out.
But Rayleigh quickly barked at him:
"You idiot! He didn't hit at all!!!"
"Huh??? Really?!"
On a distant boulder, Orin's figure appeared, cradling his beloved black gun.
That compressed rice ball? Gone—he had eaten it all.
"…I've recovered a bit of stamina. It's about time to end this."
Somewhere deep inside, Orin felt it. His time really was coming to an end. So he decided—it was time to go all in.
"Tch…"
Rocks looked at him, about to speak, but stopped.
Because Orin had raised his gun. Strange, technological light pulsed from it. Black-red lightning surged wildly across his body.
"Sorry…"
Red light glowed in Orin's pupils.
"I told you… I will never lose."
Bang—!!!
One shot fell.
It carried with it the raw force of the gun, spatial energy, Haki infusion, Ryuo, and seastone bullets laced with flames.
The bullet vanished instantly from the muzzle.
A shot impossible to block. A bullet that countered everyone—Devil Fruit users, masters of martial arts—able to pierce anything.
When Orin abandoned everything, he could kill anyone.
Even Rocks, mighty as he was, took seastone bullets infused with Conqueror's Haki Infusion directly into his body. He was devastated instantly.
His Devil Fruit power crumbled. His body tissues tore apart.
He tried to seize Orin, his hand still wreathed in Conqueror's Haki, ready for a final death struggle.
But Orin's gaze was cold, predatory—seeing only prey thrashing in vain.
"It's useless…"
Bang bang bang—!!!
Rocks pushed forward through the hail of bullets, his monstrous frame carrying him all the way to Orin. His fist fell.
But Orin's figure was already perched on a broken tree trunk far away, sitting casually, still aiming his gun.
Scarlet eyes glared coldly at Rocks.
Whoosh—
Bang—!!!
Faced with that unstoppable force, with shots no human could endure, Rocks faltered. For the first time, despair appeared in his eyes.
The seastone's effect finally sank in. Even someone as mighty as Rocks felt his strength drain, his defenses collapsing.
Bullets laced with Ryuo, Haki infusion, and spatial power tore his body apart.
"What kind of sick joke is this…"
Treachery beyond limits, power that could kill anyone with ease, against anyone unstoppable.
This was…
This was the definition of the Black Gun.
It was Orin's ultimate trump card.
It was what the World Government feared.
It was the key that let Orin tame the world.
As long as this method could not be cracked, no underworld king, no Shichibukai, no Marines, no pirates—
None could escape Orin's control.
It truly shook the world to its core.
If Orin had wished, Roger, Garp, Garling and the rest would never have walked out of God Valley alive.
That was why they now doubted reality itself.
"…"
Even the Elders were left speechless with shock.
Everyone stared at Orin, holding his Black Gun, seated in the cold wind, gazing indifferently at Rocks' dying form.
After a long time, they finally regained their senses. They exchanged glances, until at last, one voice spoke:
"The CP investigation into Keek… shelve it."
"For how long?"
"Forever."
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