In the New World, on a small island barely ten square kilometers wide, there stood a quiet, unremarkable town.
But its peace was shattered with the arrival of two uninvited groups. Panic swept the island, and its residents fled in terror. The entire island had become a massive battlefield.
"What is that?!"
"There are so many wild beasts—huge ones!"
"Wait, those aren't beasts—they're people! Zoan-type Devil Fruit users!"
"Damn it! Why are they fighting here? What do they want?!"
"Look at that guy! He looks like a gorilla, but... his body's made of biscuits?!"
"There's not just one! There's a whole army of biscuit soldiers!"
"Can't you see their flags?! That's the Beasts Pirates and the Big Mom Pirates!"
"Two Yonko crews are fighting each other! Run unless you want to die here!"
Once the townspeople realized it was a clash between two of the Four Emperors' crews, their faces turned pale with dread. No one dared stay behind. They ran faster than ever, afraid that one misstep would drag them into a battle far beyond their world—one that would crush them like insects.
"Cowardly rats! Come out and face me! Think those biscuit soldiers are going to save you?! I'll smash them all to pieces!"
A massive mammoth charged forward, swinging its trunk like a hammer, shattering biscuit warriors left and right with terrifying force.
Around him, the Zoan users of the Beasts Pirates had transformed into ferocious creatures—tigers, lions, elephants, leopards, vultures—each unleashing their powers in a brutal assault.
"Heh heh…!"
Across the battlefield, a much leaner man stood firm, a massive sword in hand. With three tufts of hair protruding behind his head, a single pauldron on his right shoulder, and a cloak flowing down his back, his lower half was clad in puffy trousers and tall black boots. A scar crossed his right eye, and his expression was cold and menacing.
Charlotte Cracker.
One of Big Mom's "Sweet Commanders." Minister of Biscuits. Bounty: 860 million berries.
"Jack the Drought, one of the Three Disasters of the Beasts Pirates... Hand over Caesar right now."
"Or no one's leaving this island alive."
"You arrogant bastard!"
"You think these pathetic biscuit toys are enough to take what Kaido wants? How naive."
Jack's eyes gleamed with killing intent.
"All units—full beast form! Rip them apart!"
"ROAR!!"
With a thunderous command, Jack's forces shifted into their full Zoan forms—feral beasts barreling forward in a tidal wave of claws, fangs, and muscle. They charged toward Cracker and Capone Bege with devastating momentum, sending clouds of dust into the sky.
"Bunch of monsters, these Beasts Pirates…"
"But when it comes to fighting in numbers, no one does it better than me!"
"Jack, last time on Totto Land, things got messy. I couldn't give you the beating you deserved. But today, you're not getting away. Hand over Caesar!"
Cracker let out a chilling laugh. Instantly, every biscuit soldier shattered earlier reformed and multiplied—becoming even more numerous and durable.
The Biscuit Soldiers pounded their arms—one strike, two new arms; two strikes, four. Each held longswords, moving with flawless coordination to block the Beasts Pirates' onslaught.
With sheer skill and ingenuity, Cracker had elevated the simple Biscuit-Biscuit Fruit into a terrifying war machine—creating an army from thin air.
"Creating such a massive army must be draining your stamina fast," Jack growled.
"How long do you think you can keep this up?"
"All units, crush these damn cookies and kill every last one of Big Mom's bastards!"
Jack wasn't fazed. A brutal fighter to his core, he was a veteran of long wars and a powerhouse with an Ancient Zoan Devil Fruit—fully awakened. Endurance was his greatest weapon.
And so, the war began in earnest.
One of the Beasts Pirates' infamous Three Disasters.
One of the Sweet Commanders, the elite of the Big Mom Pirates.
Neither side was easy prey. These were titans of the New World—household names feared across the seas.
The mere clash of their forces sent shockwaves of chaos rippling across the island. Just imagining the scale of destruction was enough to make one's blood run cold.
"Die! All of you! Best-case scenario: they kill each other!"
On the deck of a pirate ship, shackled in Seastone cuffs, guarded by several pirates, Caesar Clown watched the war unfold from afar—and fumed.
"This is all that bastard Doflamingo's fault!"
"Dying in his own country without even sending a warning… leaving me stranded in Punk Hazard!"
"Then Big Mom's goons came for me. Then Jack from Kaido's crew. Then Big Mom's side called in reinforcements and dragged in that psycho!"
"I ran for so long—only to get caught in the end!"
"Fine, fight then! Tear each other apart! Doesn't matter who wins—I'm screwed either way!"
Caesar screamed internally, nearly frothing with frustration.
He had scammed funding out of Big Mom, knew full well that Kaido's crew would never forgive betrayal—and now both sides wanted his head.
"Too terrifying… This is the power of Yonko officers…"
"They're monsters—every last one of them!"
Watching the chaos unfold, Caesar trembled. He prayed the battle would end in mutual destruction.
Only then would he have the slightest chance to slip away.
Meanwhile, on the far side of the island, a new ship quietly docked. Its black sails bore the emblem of nine coiling dragons.
"What are they doing?! Don't they hear the explosions from that direction?! That's a battle between two Yonko crews! Anyone heading there is suicidal!"
"Don't waste your breath—they're pirates!"
"Pirates? Don't tell me they're here to join the war too?! Oh no, we're doomed!"
On the shore, civilians trying to evacuate screamed in panic.
"So... the battle's already started?"
"This kind of fight... now that's worth watching."
A smile crept across the lips of the man standing at the bow, eyes glinting with anticipation.
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