As Ace walked away, another familiar presence approached, this one radiating confidence and warmth despite recent near-death.
"Yo, Kokabiel!" Shanks' voice was cheerful as always. "Hell of a party Luffy's crew is throwing! You all know how to celebrate properly!"
Behind the red-haired Yonko came Ben Beckman, Yasopp, and Lucky Roux, all looking considerably better after being healed from Garling's assault.
Shanks' expression became more serious, though his smile remained. "I wanted to thank you properly. Face to face, with actual words instead of gasping them out while missing both arms. You saved my life, healed me completely, killed Garling when I couldn't. That's a debt I can never fully repay."
"You don't owe me anything," Kokabiel said, though his expression shifted slightly into something more somber. "But there is something you should know. Something important."
Shanks caught the change in tone immediately. His smile faded into focused attention. "What is it? Something wrong with the healing?"
"When I healed you, I saw everything," Kokabiel explained gently but honestly. "Your body, your spirit, your life force—all of it. The corruption from Garling infected you during your fight. I purged it completely and healed all the physical damage, but there's an underlying truth I can't change."
He paused, making sure Shanks understood the gravity of what came next. "You have maybe three to five years left at most. Your life force is finite and burning faster than it should. The decades of fighting, the loss of your arm, the corruption's lingering effects, they've all taken their toll. I'm sorry."
The words hung in the air like a death sentence.
Ben Beckman's cigarette fell from his mouth, hitting the deck with a small scatter of sparks. Yasopp's eyes went wide with shock and denial. Lucky Roux stopped eating mid-bite, his usual cheerful expression crumbling.
Shanks was quiet for several heartbeats. Then, completely unexpectedly, he laughed. "HAHAHA! Only three to five years, huh?"
His crew stared at him like he'd lost his mind.
"Well, that's way longer than I had a day ago when I was lying in a pool of my own blood with both arms cut off!" Shanks' grin was genuine, no false bravado.
"And honestly? I've lived plenty! Been a pirate for decades! Sailed with the pirate king! Explored the Grand Line! I met amazing friends and had some incredible adventures! I've got no regrets about how I've spent my time!"
"Captain..." Ben's voice was strained, struggling to maintain composure.
"Come on, guys! Don't look so damn depressed!" Shanks turned to his crew, still grinning that infectious smile. "This is life! Everyone dies eventually! At least I know it's coming, which means I can make the most of the time I have left! No wasted moments! So cheer up and enjoy this party, because we don't have time to waste on sadness!"
His crew wanted to argue, wanted to protest, but they knew their captain. When Shanks made up his mind about something, there was no changing it. And his infectious optimism was hard to resist.
Slowly, reluctantly, they nodded and tried to smile.
"Besides," Shanks added with another laugh, "I still need to see Luffy become Pirate King! I've definitely got at least that long left in me! And I'm getting back that damn straw hat personally, not as a ghost!"
The crew managed genuine smiles at that. It was such a Shanks thing to say.
"Why don't you guys go enjoy the party?" Shanks suggested. "I need to talk to Kokabiel privately for a bit."
They hesitated but eventually nodded and moved away, giving their captain space while staying close enough to intervene if needed.
Once they were alone, Kokabiel spoke quietly. "Shanks, I have an offer for you. One that might interest you given your situation."
"Oh?" Shanks raised an eyebrow with genuine curiosity. "What kind of offer? Please don't say treasure maps. I'm terrible at following those. Buggy is still mad about the one nicked off him."
Despite the situation, Kokabiel smiled slightly at the joke. "When your time here nears its end, I can offer you a second chance at life. In another world entirely."
That got Shanks' full attention. "Another world? You mean you're not from this world?"
"Exactly. I come from a world with a power system called Angelic Pieces. It's a peerage system that allows certain powerful beings to reincarnate others as their servants, granting them new life, new power, and the ability to travel between realities. It also transforms you into angels."
Shanks' expression became guarded. "Servants? That sounds uncomfortably close to slavery. Wait... did you say angel? I thought your powers came from a devil fruit."
"It's completely voluntary," Kokabiel clarified . "You can refuse orders you fundamentally disagree with. You maintain your personality, your memories, your free will, all of it stays intact. I personally made sure of that when I created those things.
Think of it less as master-servant and more like captain-crew. I lead the peerage, but you're free to be yourself and make your own choices. And yes, in my world , real angels, devils and dragons exist along with other races."
"And what's the catch?" Shanks asked shrewdly. "There's always a catch with offers this good."
"No catch," Kokabiel said simply. "You'd join my peerage, see another world, fight new battles, meet new people, have new adventures. When you are about to die here , the piece I give you will activate automatically and reincarnate you in my world. The choice is yours."
Shanks scratched his head, thinking it over carefully. This was a big decision, essentially choosing what happened after death. "Another world, huh? Different seas to sail? New adventures to have? People I've never met?"
"All of that and more."
A slow grin spread across Shanks' face. "You know what? That actually sounds really fun! Why the hell not? Count me in!"
"You're certain?" Kokabiel wanted to make absolutely sure. "This is permanent. Once you accept the piece and it activates, there's no coming back. Not that it matters since you will die soon."
"I've made worse decisions with less thought," Shanks laughed. "And honestly? Dying peacefully in a few years and then immediately waking up in a brand new world to continue adventuring? That's way better than just being dead! Easy choice!"
Kokabiel smiled and produced a white chess piece seemingly from nowhere, a knight piece that glowed with soft golden energy. "This is a Knight piece. It emphasizes speed, mobility, and protective instincts, which suits your fighting style and personality perfectly. It'll also grant you a long lifespan and transform you into an angel. Keep it with you. When your time comes, it will activate automatically and transport you to me."
Shanks took the piece carefully, feeling its weight, its warmth, the power thrumming beneath its surface. "A knight, huh? I've always been more about protecting others than ruling over them. Although not sure if a pirate should be counted as a knight. Dahahaha!"
"Exactly why I chose that particular piece for you," Kokabiel smiled at his carefree answer. "I look forward to sailing with you, Red-Hair Shanks. You'll fit right in with my peerage. Let us see what the worlds has to offer."
"Looking forward to it... Captain." Shanks said genuinely, pocketing the piece with care. "Now let's get back to that party before Luffy eats literally everything on the ship!"
Kokabiel smiled. "Captain..huh? That sounds fun."
They rejoined the celebration, but the mood had shifted slightly—not sad, but more aware of time's passage and the importance of cherishing moments while they lasted.
****
While the party continued on the Sunny, the rest of the world was experiencing very different emotions.
At Marine Headquarters, what remained of it after the battle, Fleet Admiral Sengoku sat in a temporary office hastily set up in one of the few intact buildings. Reports covered his desk in messy piles, each one bringing worse news than the last.
His headache had progressed from annoying to genuinely painful.
A young officer from World government burst through the door without knocking, his face pale with stress. "Fleet Admiral! Reports are flooding in from around the world! Pirate activity has increased by over hundred percent since Whitebeard's final declaration! Even the revolutionaries are making moves."
"Of course it has," Sengoku muttered, rubbing his temples. "The bastard declares the One Piece is real right before dying on live broadcast. Every idiot with a boat and a dream is now heading to the Grand Line."
Another messenger entered, this one looking even more stressed. "Sir! The Five Elders are demanding an immediate comprehensive report on the situation at Mary Geoise and details about the perpretator! They're... not pleased. Kong sama is handling it for now."
That was putting it mildly, Sengoku thought. "Tell them I'm compiling it now. What's the current confirmed status?"
The marine swallowed nervously before delivering the bad news. "Over three hundred Celestial Dragons confirmed dead, sir. That's just confirmed, the actual number might be higher once they finish searching the rubble. Pangaea Castle is mostly destroyed. The Five Elders survived but sustained serious injuries. They're recovering but unable to make public appearances yet."
Sengoku sighed. "What about CP0?"
"Seventy-three percent casualties, sir. They're barely functional as an organization. Most of their elite agents were either killed in the attack with Saint Figarland or died in the Marejois attack."
Sengoku stood up and walked to the window, staring out at the destroyed fortress. "Issue a worldwide recruitment notice immediately. We need to completely restructure the Marine forces. Offer better pay, better benefits, faster promotion paths, whatever it takes to get capable people to join. We're critically understaffed with Sakazuki's death. I'm retiring soon and want to see marines in shape before I leave."
"Yes sir. Also, sir... there's the matter of your successor."
Sengoku turned back, his decision already made. "I'm retiring immediately after we stabilize this crisis. I'm recommending Kuzan as the next Fleet Admiral. He has the necessary strength, the tactical intelligence, and most importantly, the respect of both the troops and the people."
The messenger looked genuinely surprised but nodded. "I'll pass that recommendation to the Five Elders immediately, sir."
After the messengers left, Sengoku sat back down heavily. He was tired. So incredibly tired. He'd given his entire life to the Marines, to justice, and what did it get him? A destroyed headquarters, a dead Admiral, thousands of casualties, and a world descending into chaos.
Maybe it was time to let someone younger take the burden.
****
At Mary Geoise, the atmosphere was one of barely controlled panic masked by forced calm.
The surviving Celestial Dragons huddled in what remained of their palaces, terrified to go outside. Many had witnessed the God Knights' transformation into eldritch abominations on the live recording from Marineford. All of them had felt the terror when that star fell from the sky and obliterated half their "Holy Land" in an instant. They were afraid they will be turned into those hideous creatures to replace them.
The Five Elders met in an emergency session in a makeshift chamber, their injuries still visible despite treatment.
"We cannot allow the world to know the true extent of our losses," the Elder with the long white beard stated firmly. "If word spreads that hundreds of Celestial Dragons died in a single attack, our divine authority will crumble overnight."
"Agreed," the Elder with the birthmark said. "We maintain the cover story, a terrorist attack with minimal casualties. We've already suppressed most of the truth through our remaining CP agents."
"What about the thousands of slaves who escaped during the chaos?" another asked.
"Let them go but keep an eye on them. Kill them if they find any of them." the scarred Elder said pragmatically. "We have much bigger problems. With all the God Knights dead and CP0 decimated, we need new weapons immediately."
"The Pacifistas?"
"Deploy them across all our territories. And..." the Elder paused, "push Dr. Vegapunk much harder on the Seraphim project. Tell him we need those artificial weapons completed within the year, regardless of what shortcuts he has to take."
"He won't like being rushed. He said it was still not perfected yet."
"I don't care what he likes. We're vulnerable right now. We need overwhelming force to reestablish our authority before the world realizes how weak we truly are."
***
In the New World, on the isolated island nation of Wano, Kaido lay in the medical ward barely conscious.
King and Queen stood over their captain, watching doctors work frantically.
"His internal injuries are severe," the head doctor reported nervously, very aware that bad news could get him killed. "Multiple shattered ribs, three ruptured organs, severe internal bleeding that we're still trying to stop, and damage to his spine. He needs months, maybe years of recovery."
"Then he will get it," King said with absolute authority. "No one disturbs Kaido-sama. We hold Wano with everything we have until he's well again."
King sighed and thought about his mission. He might be Kaido's right hand man, but secretly, he had another identity. One of the revolutionary army commanders, Alber the flame. Only a few top command of the revolutionary army knew of it as Dragon wanted him to be safe. Wano produces more than 90% of the world's seatones, which will be very imprtant for the future plans of the Revolutionaries.
"I need to tell dragon to speed things up" He muttered quietly.
****
But news of Whitebeard's death spread across the New World like wildfire, and Charlotte Linlin saw an opportunity she couldn't ignore.
"Mama mama mama!" Big Mom's laugh echoed across Whole Cake Island, making her children flinch. "That old man Newgate is dead! His territories are unprotected! We will take them ALL! Every island, every resource, everything!"
"But Mama," Perospero cautioned carefully, "the Whitebeard Pirates still have all sixteen division commanders, and Red-Hair Shanks has publicly promised to help them temporarily during their mourning period."
"I DON'T CARE!" Big Mom's rage made the entire room shake. "This is our chance! We attack anyway! Ready the fleet! We sail for Whitebeard's territories immediately!"
The declaration of war spread quickly through underground channels.
Marco, now the reluctant vice leader of the Whitebeard Pirates as first division commander, received the news while still mourning. His expression hardened. "We can't handle Big Mom's entire fleet alone. Not while we're still reorganizing."
Ace smiled and patted his shoulder. "Don't worry Marko. We are all together. We will fight that old hag and her kids and drive them back. we won't let them destroy Pops legacy. And Shanks will be helping us."
Jozu sighed. "I hope you are right Ace."
Vista smirked. "What has the world come to! Even Ace is being reliable."
Ace glared. "Oi! I'm always reliable"
They laughed together, the earlier tension fading away.
But everyone involved knew the truth—the balance was irreparably broken. The Three Great Powers that had maintained a fragile peace were now two weakened powers and chaos. Pirates were emboldened. Marines were scattered. Warlords were reconsidering their alliances.
The world was changing, and nobody knew where it would end up.
****
Two days passed in a blur of celebration, conversation, quiet moments, and preparing for goodbyes.
On the final morning, as the sun rose over calm seas, the Straw Hats gathered on deck to see their guests off properly.
Robin stood with her chat group friends, trying to memorize their faces, their voices, everything about this moment. "Thank you," she said, her voice thick with emotion she didn't try to hide. "All of you. Meeting you all personally, fighting alongside you, sharing this adventure... it was wonderful."
"We should be thanking you," Klein said warmly, his usual analytical demeanor softened. "You welcomed complete strangers into your world, trusted us with its fate when you had no reason to."
"And you saved it," Robin's voice cracked slightly. "You saved everything I care about. That's a debt I can never repay."
Kazuma rubbed his nose sheepishly. "Oh come on, we are friends, right? Friends don't owe each other."
Jin Woo looked at him weirdly. "You are capable of being nice?"
"Don't ruin myu moment bastard!"
Yoruichi pulled her into a tight hug, surprising Robin with the physicality. "Stay strong, Robin. Keep fighting. Keep growing. And remember, you're never truly alone. We're connected now, across worlds. That means something."
Jin Woo nodded, his usually stoic expression softening. "You have a good crew here. Friends worth protecting. Treasure them. Don't let fear or doubt make you forget that."
"I will," Robin promised, wiping at her eyes. "I won't forget. Ever."
Kokabiel just smiled and said. "Don't act like we won't see each other again. Maybe we'll meet sooner than you think."
Robin wiped her eyes and hugged him. "Thank you for everything. I think this journey made you more... human again. Like you were before all that happened."
Kokabiel stiffened, then sighed. "Perhaps. I'm not capable of understanding everything, but I learned to cherish the small moments rather than watching the decades pass by."
Youruichi teased from the side. " Now let him go, Robin. Otherwise you might get pulled into his world with him, although I think you won't mind, neither would I." She winked at Kokabiel who chuckled wryly.
Robin blushed and let him go.
Kazuma scratched his head awkwardly, clearly uncomfortable with emotional goodbyes. "Uh, yeah, what they said. You're really cool, Robin. Smart, strong, capable. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. And if they do, just snap their spine with those creepy arms of yours."
Even that clumsy attempt at comfort made Robin smile through her tears. "Thank you, Kazuma. I'll miss your weird antics."
"My tactical genius and handsome face, you mean!"
"Sure. That too." She giggled.
Luffy approached, his usual grin replaced with something more serious and thoughtful. "You guys are really leaving? For real?"
"We have to," Kokabiel said gently. "We don't belong here. We have our own homes, our own responsibilities waiting for us."
"Will we ever see each other again?"
Kokabiel smiled. "Maybe. The world is vast but not infinite. Paths cross sometimes in the strangest ways, when you least expect it."
"Then I'll definitely see you again!" Luffy's confidence was absolute, unshakeable. "Because I'm gonna become Pirate King! And Pirate Kings sail everywhere, even to other worlds if that's what it takes!"
Kokabiel's smile widened with genuine affection. "I believe you will, Monkey D. Luffy. Keep that determination. Never let it fade. And protect your crew—they're more precious than any treasure."
"I know! They're my nakama! I'd do anything for them!"
The chat group interface appeared before the six members, invisible to the Straw Hats.
[MISSION COMPLETE - FINAL REWARDS DISTRIBUTION]
[Kokabiel - 500,000 Points - Highest Contribution]
[Jin Woo - 250,000 Points - Major Combat Role]
[Yoruichi - 250,000 Points - Major Combat Role]
[Klein - 150,000 Points - Tactical Support Role]
[Robin - 150,000 Points - World Native Assistance]
[Kazuma - 100,000 Points - Minor Combat Role]
[One Piece World Will: Thank you for saving me ! Grateful tears. jpg . I have recovered my essence although the plot is broken thanks to certain someone! I'll have to spends years trying to fix it! Still better than being outer god lunch.]
"WHAT THE HELL?!" Kazuma's scream was loud enough to make several Straw Hats jump in surprise. "Why do I get the LEAST?! I stole a legendary Devil Fruit from a Yonko-level threat! I beat up eldritch creatures! That should count for way more than 'minor combat role'!"
"You got points proportional to your contribution," Jin Woo said with a completely straight face, though his eyes sparkled with mischief. "Which makes sense since you were the weakest member who mostly just stole things. Including panties from eldritch abominations."
"IT WAS ONE TIME AND THEY WEREN'T EVEN HUMAN PANTIES!" Kazuma was turning red.
"Once is enough to be remembered forever," Klein added helpfully, fighting back a smile. "Your legacy is secure. Even outer gods aren't safe from getting their panties stolen by you. "
"I hate all of you so much right now."
Despite the teasing, Kazuma was already browsing the chat group store mentally, his eyes widening. "Wait... wait, I can actually afford the Three-Tomoe Sharingan! That's exactly 80,000 points! I'd have 20,000 left over for other stuff!" He started browsing the shop like a kid on christmas.
His excitement dimmed almost immediately. "But the Senju bloodline, the one I need to eventually unlock Rinnegan, that's 50,000 points just for the basic version. Damn it! I'm so close but not close enough! It's like being broke again!"
"Save your points," Klein suggested practically, already browsing his own options. "Or look for alternative power systems that achieve similar results. I'm considering some Beyonder abilities that would complement my Seer pathway nicely."
Robin and Yoruichi exchanged knowing glances. "We should probably invest in more defensive capabilities," Robin mused. "Something to protect against mental attacks or reality manipulation."
"Agreed," Yoruichi nodded. "I'm looking at advanced kido techniques and maybe some equipment to guard against illusions. There's always room to grow stronger."
Jin Woo was quiet, his mind already working through possibilities. His points would go toward upgrading his shadow army's overall quality and perhaps purchasing some utility skills he'd been lacking.
Kokabiel alone seemed completely unconcerned with the massive point total. "I'll save mine for now. There are items I could purchase for my siblings back home, things that would benefit them more than they would benefit me."
[TRANSPORT WILL COMMENCE IN 60 SECONDS]
The notification made everything feel suddenly final and immediate.
Goodbyes became hurried, urgent. Hugs and handshakes exchanged. Promises to remember made on both sides.
"Take care of Robin!" Yoruichi told Nami seriously.
"We will! Always!" Nami promised, tears in her eyes.
"Stay strong, Luffy," Kazuma said with uncharacteristic seriousness. "You're going to be Pirate King. I know it. I've always known it. Make it happen."
"Shishishi! Of course I will! That's my dream!"
Sanji was bawling. "Ah! Such pity to miss the wonderful presence of Youruichi Swaama! My heart is hurting so bad!"
Youruichi giggled. "Don't worry handsome, you'll find a nice girl someday."
[TRANSPORT BEGINNING NOW]
Golden light enveloped each chat group member. One by one, they started fading from view, their forms becoming translucent.
Robin watched them disappear, tears streaming freely down her face, but she was smiling. "Thank you guys. For everything."
They waved as they vanished. Kazuma giving a thumbs up, Jin Woo nodding respectfully, Klein tipping his hat elegantly, Yoruichi winking, Kokabiel smiling gently.
Then they were gone, leaving behind six friends who'd saved a world and changed it forever.
Luffy put his hand on Robin's shoulder. "You okay?"
"Yes." Robin wiped her eyes, her smile genuine despite the tears. "Better than okay. I will meet them again, I'm sure."
"Then let's get stronger!" Luffy declared with renewed energy. "We're training for a whole year before we enter the New World! We've gotta be ready for anything that comes at us!"
The Straw Hats cheered, ready for their next chapter.
****
Kokabiel materialized back in France in DxD world, in the exact spot he'd left from what felt like only a week ago.
But immediately, something was wrong. Fundamentally, noticeably wrong.
The architecture was different; more advanced, more refined. Buildings stood that hadn't existed before. The clothing styles of people walking past were medieval but with details that spoke of decades of fashion evolution. And the spiritual energy in the air felt denser, older, more settled.
He checked the ambient information, reading the cosmic signatures.
Year 1426.
"Fifty years," he said aloud, his voice flat with realization and resignation. "I was gone for almost fifty years."
In his perception, the entire One Piece adventure had taken maybe a week, two at most. But time flowed differently between dimensions, and apparently his mission world had experienced severe time dilation relative to his home reality.
Gabriel was going to be absolutely furious with him.
His twelve wings manifested. The black wings filled with countless stars. He'd need to visit his sister soon. Very soon. Explain everything. Apologize profusely. Hope she'd forgive him eventually for vanishing without a word.
But first, he needed some rest. After all, he was supposed to be human now.
He smiled slightly despite the looming familial confrontation, thinking about the adventure he'd just completed. The friends he'd made across worlds. The people he'd saved. The corruption he'd purged.
It had been worth it. Every moment.
He looked up at the sky, spread his angelic wings wide, and took flight toward Heaven.
Ready to face whatever consequences and new adventures that awaited him.
The multiverse was vast, filled with infinite dangers and infinite wonders.
And Kokabiel, Heaven's Wrath, the Eternal Night, was ready for all of it.
[END OF ARC - ONE PIECE WORLD ]
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