"Logia · Heavenly Quake Fruit."
Gern grinned wildly as he named it.
Vibration particles gathered in his palm, condensing into a pure white energy sphere—a compressed quake source.
"Whitebeard's Quake Fruit relies on the body as a medium… and even he suffers backlash."
His sphere collapsed into flowing particles around his arm.
"But mine—
is the origin itself."
He didn't need to imitate anyone.
What Whitebeard could do—he could do.
What Whitebeard couldn't—
he could do as well.
Now enhanced with Logia traits, he could command the tremors of sky, air, and sea.
Not just shaking the world—
but wielding vibration itself.
At the island's center lay ruins.
In a massive crater, Rocks D. Xebec lay dying.
Roger and Garp had defeated him.
The Celestial Dragons had fled.
The World Government abandoned him to a Buster Call.
Then—
The ground trembled.
A Navy boy, fourteen years old, approached.
Not Newgate.
Something worse.
A purer quake.
"You survived our Haki… fifty times?"
Rocks realized.
That wasn't talent.
That was a monster.
Gern found no treasure.
Then Rocks spoke.
"Use your power… give me a proper burial."
A black blade lay nearby—
One of the Twelve Supreme Grade Swords.
"Do it… and it's yours."
Gern nodded.
"My name is Gern.
Gern Reginald Sigma."
Rocks laughed.
"Not a D… huh."
Then—
The quake descended.
Rocks D. Xebec was erased—
buried by vibration itself.