"Not every Devil Fruit is born — some are reborn from death." — Whispered legend among ancient tribes
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Calm Belt – Abyssal Rift, 27,000 meters deep
No wind. No waves. No currents.
The Calm Belt was a graveyard sea — silent, still, and filled with sea kings the size of mountains. Few dared cross it. Fewer returned.
But Rael D. Lior had no need for ships now.
Wrapped in black gravity and warped space, he stood atop a descending column of force — sinking through water without resistance.
> "The last piece…" he whispered.
Below him: darkness. A black chasm torn into the sea floor known only in rumors as the Abyssal Rift — a place where even Sea Kings refused to swim.
They said something ancient lived there.
Rael had read the myths in forbidden Birkans texts and underwater ruins:
> "A serpent that devours itself to be reborn. The beast that embodies eternity. The first death and the final breath."
The Ouroboros.
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At 20,000 meters, most ships would've collapsed.
At 25,000 meters, even Sea Kings wouldn't descend.
At 27,000 meters, Rael stood alone, his body crackling under the pressure of the ocean. A space bubble flickered around him — his Sora Sora no Mi barely holding the abyss back.
He hovered before the rift — a scar in the earth, pulsing like a heartbeat.
Then the whispers began.
Voices.
Not words. Instincts. Images. Memories. Hunger.
The water trembled. The ocean cracked.
A titanic form emerged — serpentine and coiled, its scales shifting between night and light, tail wrapped around itself in an infinite spiral.
It had no eyes — only an ever-burning circle on its head, like a halo of flame.
Its presence didn't roar.
It unfolded.
Rael floated before it, unfazed.
> "I'm not here to conquer you," he said. "I am you."
The beast didn't respond — but its maw opened.
Inside it wasn't flesh — it was stars. Galaxies. Cycles.
Rael stepped into the light.
Inside the Ouroboros was not death — it was memory. He fell through visions:
The Void Century
The fall of the ancient kingdom
The first Zoan experiments
A dragon coiling through time, reborn again and again, always erased
It had no form until Rael accepted it — and it accepted him.
Not a beast to tame. A soul to unify.
Rael opened his eyes inside the light and whispered:
> "I am the cycle-breaker. The one who will not be reborn — but will remake the world entirely."
A final flame ignited inside his chest.
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Ryu Ryu no Mi, Model: Ouroboros – Awakened
He emerged from the rift — not as a man, but as a legend reborn.
Half-dragon, half-shadow, space warping around his body like ripples through glass.
His wings weren't wings. They were reality folds.
His scales weren't scales. They were cosmic armor formed from black haki and starlight.
He wasn't just a man with three fruits.
He was now the Trinity Soul in full.
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Above the Calm Belt, Sea Kings fled in every direction.
The sky split for a moment.
And far away, seers on Sky Islands fell to their knees, bleeding from the nose.
In Mariejois, an ancient bell rang in the vault of Pangea Castle — one that hadn't rung since the Void Century.
The Five Elders awoke in unison.
> "Something has awakened," one whispered.
"A Zoan?"
"No. A convergence."
They still didn't know who.
They still didn't know Rael's name.
But they would.
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⚖️ Back on the Surface
Rael stood on the shore of a lifeless island, the sea behind him silent.
He held out one hand — and darkness, space, and flame spiraled around him like planets.
His voice echoed to no one:
> "Now… the age of rulers begins.
And I will be its end… and its beginning."