→ "Brain Storage"
"Hello fellow readers!
First of all, thank you very much for clicking on this book! As a new author, I am well aware that my writing style may not be mature enough, especially in terms of description and rhythm control, which may be a bit stiff or overly embellished.
But! I will get better and better at writing!
Just like my first book, Gravity's Absolute Justice, it may be a little immature at first, but as the story progresses, I'm constantly adjusting and improving. So, I hope everyone can give me a little patience and let me slowly unfold this world.
This book will continue the style of passion, fighting, and absolute justice, but will also add more elements of power struggle and influence games to make the story more full.
Of course, when it's time to be angry, I will definitely explode, and when it's time to be ruthless, I will never show mercy!
If you have any suggestions, please leave a message in the comment area and I will take it into consideration!
So——the story begins!"
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Blue Star, a city, late at night
It was raining heavily.
In the dark night, Rogge dragged his wounded body and tightly protected the two shivering children behind him.
Before my eyes was a group of thugs armed with knives and guns—scum who enjoyed looting and killing in the anarchic zone.
"Hand them over and get out of here, and your lives will be spared!"
The leading thug roared, his eyes full of greed.
And Rogge just smiled coldly.
He was just an ordinary person in his previous life.
But in this era of the end of the collapsed world,
Still clinging to the oldest and heaviest belief——
——Justice cannot be trampled upon.
He adjusted his breathing slightly, clenching his fists. Knowing he was doomed, he still refused to take a single step back.
The next moment.
The mob swarmed forward.
Rogge punched hard, fell down again and again, and struggled to get up again and again.
Blood stained the tattered raincoat, his finger bones were broken under the steel pipe, and his chest was dented by the butt of the gun.
But he never fell in front of the children.
Until the last bullet, in the cold rainy night, pierced his heart.
In the moment before his consciousness faded, he looked up at the dark sky, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"If there is an afterlife..."
"Let me be born into a world where I can cleanse all filth with absolute justice."
Darkness swept in.
Sea Circle Calendar 1501
Deep within New World, Naval Headquarters G1 Branch Hospital.
The night was dark and the corridor was filled with an icy and biting atmosphere.
The smell of blood mixed with the pungent smell of disinfectant slowly flowed in the air, making this originally solemn military medical clinic look like the ruins of a battlefield.
In an emergency room.
Rogge suddenly opened his eyes.
The dazzling white light pierced into my pupils. Above my head was a strange and depressing ceiling, hanging coldly above my head.
A vague and hurried conversation came from my ears:
"…Luckily it was delivered in time…"
"…He's Vice Admiral Sakazuki's nephew… We can't afford to make any mistakes…"
"...But...the family members...were not spared..."
The words were like sharp needles, piercing the fog of consciousness.
The next second, a torrent of memories rolled in, relentlessly impacting the mind.
—Akainu?! This is...the world of the Pirate King?!
—I…traveled through time?!
However, before I could be shocked or think, another even more cruel memory came to me:
A small town in North Blue.
On what should have been a peaceful night, black flags covered the sky.
Pirates——
A group of ferocious beasts swept in from the sea.
Fire, screams, blood, despair.
My father, the captain of the police force who had proudly protected the town, lay in a pool of blood.
The mother gently and silently protected her young brother with her body, and eventually disappeared in the flames.
And those familiar smiling faces——
They fell one by one under the Pirates' knives.
And the so-called "Guardian"——Marine——
But he finally arrived the next day after everything was over.
With feigned compassion and forgiveness.
It felt like a volcano was boiling in my chest.
Ouch.
anger.
hatred.
Mixed with memories of his past life as a fanatical believer in the absolute justice of the Pirates King Akainu, now, a true blood feud has poured into his soul in this life, and belief and hatred have intertwined into an unshakable will!
Rogge gritted his teeth, his whole body trembling slightly, and he slowly clenched his fists on the hospital bed, his knuckles turning white from the force.
He whispered to himself, his voice low and firm:
"...This world doesn't need the freedom of scumbag Pirates."
"—only absolute justice is required."
At the moment when this thought was completely condensed——
[bite--]
In my mind, a cold yet steady mechanical prompt sounded:
[Absolute Justice System Binding Successfully.]
[Initial permissions are enabled.]
[Rules: Each time the Host annihilates Pirates, they accumulate Judgment Points, which can be used for self-enhancement.]
[Can be improved: Physical fitness, Armament Haki, Observation Haki, Fruit control. ]
[Awakening initial fruit ability: Logia Air Fruit. ]
Air fruit.
——Control the atmosphere, tear the sky apart, and crush everything!
——Wind, pressure, explosion, control, and domain domination!
Rogge was stunned for a moment.
Immediately, a burning belief rose in his chest.
This is a gift from fate and an iron law of war.
If the world is destined to be bloody chaos——
Then he would use his absolute strength to tear it apart, liquidate it, and reshape it!
Just then.
The door of the ward was pushed open heavily.
A hot and oppressive airflow hit my face, as if even the air was stuffy from the heat of the lava.
Akainu Sakazuki, dressed in a standard Marine uniform, strode in with a menacing look.
His face was as dark as cast iron, and his shoulders were shaking slightly, as if he was suppressing a tremendous rage.
At that moment, the temperature in the entire ward seemed to suddenly rise by dozens of degrees, and faint traces of burning appeared on the ground.
Sakazuki stood in front of the bed, his iron-forged eyes fixed on Rogge.
Their eyes met.
Rogge saw it.
In those eyes that were already used to being cold and decisive, there was actually a hint of soft humanity that was almost suppressed to the extreme.
Faint, but extremely clear.
That was - the only tenderness he had left in this dirty world.
Just for him, my only relative.
Sakazuki was silent for a long time.
Finally, the voice was low and heavy, roaring like rolling lava:
"Rye."
"From now on, there are only two of us left in this world."
"Are you ready?"
Just a few words seemed to crush the air and shatter all possibilities of a warm family.
Rogge slowly sat up.
Pale fingers were clenched into fists beneath the sheets, the knuckles turning white from the strain.
His eyes were like a knife piercing the morning mist, cold and firm.
"I'm ready."
"From this day forward, I will administer absolute justice."
"I will never let the Pirates of this world set foot on land alive again."
"It's not enough to just kill all the Pirates."
"I will cut off the soil that breeds evil in this world."
"—We must forge a new order with absolute justice!"
Sakazuki didn't answer.
Just looked up silently and looked out the window.
In the distance, the night made the sea dark and gloomy, as if the whole world was burned by invisible anger.
On the other side of the dark and deep sea, in the North Blue sky, one can still vaguely see the lingering blood-red thunderclouds.
Subsequent rumors.
During these three days and three nights——
Sakazuki single-handedly massacred dozens of North Blue's notorious Pirates groups.
No one survived.
The entire North Blue area was reduced to charred ruins, as if it had been engulfed by lava flames.
No commands.
No report.
Just pure, cold reckoning.
——That is, Sakazuki's elegy.
——It was also his final eulogy to his family.
Outside the ward, the situation was turbulent.
Far away above the sea, Gol D. Roger is heading towards the end with a destiny that will change the times.
And now, in this broken corner of the New World—
A young man's oath was quietly born.
A star that will tear apart darkness and reshape justice quietly rises into the sky.
Justice does not grow on its own.
[Justice requires blood and fire to forge.]