Chapter 89: Death God Curse — An Unsolvable Ability!
New World — Battlefield
The moment Akainu gave the order for total assault,
his personal fleet — the most elite, fanatical, and best-equipped force in the entire Marine corps — surged forward like a tidal wave of steel and cannon fire.
These were Akainu's die-hard believers in Absolute Justice. Former comrades meant nothing. Mercy was weakness.
Peach Rabbit's fleet, Zephyr's fleet, and the freshly defected ships braced for annihilation.
They were outmatched in every way.
This single armada could erase a medium-sized nation without an Admiral lifting a finger.
And then…
Everything changed.
KRA-KOOOOOOOM!
A 300-million-volt azure thunder pillar split the sky.
Even Akainu was forced to retreat, magma fists raised defensively.
In that brief opening,
Rok flashed forward.
One man.
Standing alone between his people and the oncoming doom.
The enemy fleet had just entered the graveyard of Kizaru's earlier ships — hundreds of Marine corpses still floating on the blood-soaked sea.
They didn't slow down.
Some bodies were crushed under the prows without a second glance.
Rok's eyes swept over the armada.
Then over Akainu charging from the distance.
He smiled coldly.
A flash of crimson light in his hand.
Then — blood-red energy erupted from his body like a shockwave.
Every single corpse on the water ignited with blinding crimson light.
Death God Curse — Wrath of the Restless Dead!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Hundreds of bodies detonated simultaneously.
Super-explosions chained across the water.
Entire warships were torn apart like paper.
Thousands of elite Marines — vaporized.
And it didn't stop.
The newly dead glowed crimson.
And exploded again.
And again.
And again.
An unending cycle of death and destruction.
The sea became hell.
In less than a minute,
Akainu's proud, undefeated fleet — the strongest armada he had ever commanded — was gone.
Not a single ship. Not a single survivor.
Only ash drifting on the wind.
Silence.
Even Rok's own allies stared at him in primal terror.
Then — overwhelming awe.
They followed the right man.
Hell King Douglas D. Rok.
"ROOOOOOK!!!"
Akainu roared, veins bursting, magma boiling uncontrollably around him.
His elite. His loyalists. His perfect fleet.
Erased.
By one ability.
One monster.
What the hell was that power?!
He thought Rok was just lightning!
"Akainu."
Rok hovered in the sky, voice calm.
"I told you — you lost."
"Not just you."
"The World Government. Marine Headquarters. The Celestial Dragons sitting in Mariejois."
"All of them will face judgment under the new order."
Kizaru flashed to Akainu's side, face grim.
"Ooh~ Sakazuki… things are looking bad."
"If we don't leave now, we might not leave at all."
The plan was dead.
No backup.
No contingency.
Against this Rok?
Two Admirals weren't safe.
Akainu's face twisted through rage, denial, and finally — bitter acceptance.
"Rok… I swear I'll capture you one day!"
"RYUSEI KAZAN!!"
One final Meteor Volcano — a desperate blanket of magma rain to cover his escape.
Then both Admirals turned and fled at full speed.
The entire world — watching live through Morgans' broadcast — saw it.
Two Marine Admirals.
Sent to crush a rebellion.
Ran for their lives.
Rok calmly erased the meteor shower again.
Then turned.
His eyes locked on the last remaining enemy top fighter still on the field.
Admiral candidate Chaton.
The man he had spared once before.
Rok's killing intent flooded the battlefield like a physical wave.
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