Good unleashed every ounce of power left in his broken body. On his arm, countless abilities fused together—magma's scorching heat, the Tremor-Tremor Fruit's destruction, Conqueror's Haki amplifying his strikes, Armament Haki piercing through defenses.
"God of War!!!"
His roar, stained with blood, shook heaven and earth.
The punch shattered the skies, blowing clouds apart for miles. Marineford itself crumbled, the sea convulsing like a tidal wave as if the ocean floor was being torn apart.
Whitebeard swallowed hard.
"Too strong…"
Rayleigh whispered, awestruck.
"Roger, Rocks, all the legends… I only acknowledge Good."
"Who in this sea could take such a punch alone?"
No one.
Even the Blackbeard Pirates, hiding in the shadows, were thrown off their feet. Jesus Burgess turned pale.
"Captain… could the Dark-Dark Fruit even absorb that…?"
Blackbeard said nothing. He didn't want to know—for if it couldn't, he'd be dead.
The Five Elders and Steelbone Kong all spat blood, collapsing, their bodies nearly torn apart.
But Good too had reached his limit. That final "God of War" strike drained him completely. His body collapsed into unconsciousness.
The floating battleground disintegrated, raining stone onto the battlefield.
Momousagi rushed through the falling rubble, frantically searching for him, but exhaustion weighed her down. Just when she struggled, Tokikake's voice rang out:
"Momousagi! I've got Admiral Good! Let's go!"
Her heart leapt. Tokikake had chosen to act—choosing Good over the world government.
The Elders crashed down with the debris, their bodies broken, unable to move. The eldest shouted hoarsely:
"Stop them! Stop them now! Good is unconscious—this is the best chance to kill him!"
But the marines did not move. Not one.
Some even obstructed CP agents from giving chase.
They only watched as Momousagi and Tokikake carried Good away. Their eyes were heavy with grief and guilt. Each one silently whispered the same word in their hearts: Forgive us.
Sengoku clenched his fists, agony etched across his face. His greatest pride, his brightest star, was now branded an enemy. Yet deep down, he had known this moment would come—from the day Good dared strike at the Celestial Dragons. He just never thought it would come so soon.
The Elders roared in fury, ordering the marines again and again. But none obeyed.
Steelbone Kong closed his eyes under the rain of rubble. He had once wanted Good under his command, and now he had struck against him. The irony was bitter.
When Good's figure vanished into the distance, Sengoku exhaled heavily and finally gave his order.
"Clear the battlefield. Capture the remaining pirates."
His voice was hoarse, weaker than ever before.
The marines, eyes red with suppressed grief, turned their wrath on the surviving pirates.
To soldiers, loyalty and comradeship burned deeper than politics. But to the Five Elders, Good had been a threat too dangerous to leave alive. A weapon too wild to remain under control.
Yet their purge had failed.
Momousagi and Tokikake had carried him away.
That night, the navy's official announcement spread across the world.
A grand victory—two Emperors and the Revolutionary Army had been forced to retreat, losing 56,000 men. The navy's casualties: 29,000. Countless enemy officers were captured.
The world cheered.
"This war crushed the pirates' spirit!"
"The navy has triumphed in the greatest battle of the Great Pirate Era!"
"And it was Reckless Maniac's strength that made it possible."
"With him, there's hope of ending this age of chaos."
But the man they praised was already gone.
(End of Chapter)
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