Chapter 58: Crisis?! All Three Admirals Move Out!
SHING—
On the frozen battlefield,
facing three trembling Rear Admirals who still refused to release their hostages,
Rok didn't hesitate.
Crimson lightning flashed.
He was already behind them.
"Damned criminal— even if we die, we're taking you to hell with us!"
The three Rear Admirals knew they were dead.
The man had just erased two Vice Admirals and hundreds of elites in one attack.
What were three Rear Admirals to him?
But Marines didn't beg.
If they were going down, they'd drag Nico Robin and Nami with them!
Beautiful thought.
Reality was cruel.
A blood-red slash faster than sight swept across their bodies.
Their lives ended instantly.
Even their souls vanished without a trace.
Rok gripped Nether Spirit, which was now trembling with excitement.
After eating the Death God fruit,
Nether Spirit had clearly changed.
It felt… hungry.
That last slash — he clearly felt the blade devour the three souls.
And it grew sharper for it.
Could Nether Spirit evolve into a Supreme Grade blade that specializes in soul-reaping?
Interesting thought — but not the time.
He already had a real Supreme Grade weapon waiting in his system.
He was just keeping Nether Spirit out for now… to set up a surprise for someone special.
As for the dead Marines?
Zero guilt.
Different sides. That's all.
In this world, weakness was the only sin.
True justice?
Strength.
The rules of the strongest are the rules.
"Robin, Nami — the rest of this war isn't for you."
"Luffy's charging the execution platform right now. Stay alive. That's the biggest help you can give us. Got it?"
Rok didn't waste time on reunions.
Luffy was already sprinting toward Ace.
The real fight was just beginning.
He could leave Marineford right now.
But that wasn't an option.
He wasn't abandoning Hancock, Momousagi, Nami, or Robin.
Akainu and the top brass would never let him walk away.
And most importantly…
He needed the Summit War as his stage.
The World Government and Marines were already his mortal enemies.
If he wanted to survive their full wrath,
hiding like a rat wasn't the answer.
He had to become so terrifying that even the World Government would hesitate to move against him openly.
He needed fame.
Legendary, world-shaking fame.
And Marineford was the perfect springboard.
Today, the shiniest bastard on this battlefield would be Douglas D. Rok.
"Got it! We'll protect ourselves — you be careful too!"
Nami and Robin didn't argue.
They knew their current strength was useless here.
Staying alive was helping.
…
"Oh man… we can't let Rok keep going wild."
Aokiji ended his clash with Momousagi the moment he saw Rok was fine — and stronger.
Momousagi exhaled in relief.
She had broken military law today, but she never intended to fully defect.
She only ever helped one man.
The Marines had problems — plenty of vicious bastards.
But pirates were worse. Murder, plunder, chaos — that was their norm.
She would never help pirates destroy Headquarters.
And she refused to watch Rok become a real monster.
That was for later.
Aokiji, on the other hand, was shocked… and angry.
He understood killing to survive.
But Rok's brutality was on another level.
Never in Marine history had they lost so many core officers in such a short time.
As an Admiral, he had to stop this.
"Don't get in my way, Gion."
"Things are different now. Even if I don't move, Borsalino and Sakazuki will."
Aokiji's voice was cold.
He unleashed a wave of absolute-zero air.
Momousagi was frozen in place — then Aokiji flashed away toward Rok.
At the same time,
under Sengoku's direct kill order,
Kizaru reluctantly followed.
And finally,
Akainu marched forward with a face of pure murder, magma dripping as he carved a path through pirates.
"Rok."
"If you survive Kuzan and Borsalino…"
"I will personally bury you in magma."
Akainu swore on his Absolute Justice.
You are not leaving Marineford alive.
At this moment,
every eye on the battlefield turned to one place.
Because never — not even against Whitebeard — had all three Admirals moved on a single person at the same time.
WHOOSH—
A tidal wave of freezing air surged forward.
Aokiji arrived first.
"Rok. Stop. You've done what you came to do. Why are you still here?"
His face was grim.
If possible, he'd still let the kid live — injured, but alive.
Rok didn't answer.
A flash of blood-light and thunder roared past.
Aokiji's eyes froze — literally — for a split second.
Observation Killing in effect.
In that single heartbeat,
Rok blew past him by a hundred meters,
drew a pitch-black Supreme Grade blade radiating deathly chill,
and appeared directly in front of Kizaru.
"Oh~ your speed got a lot faster, Rok."
Kizaru was stunned — then realized.
This kid came for revenge.
But how the hell did he get this fast?!
"Admiral Kizaru…"
"Have you ever been stared down by Death?"
"Have you ever been cut by lightning?"
Rok's eyes flashed with eerie blood-light.
Death God's Gaze.
The black scythe-bladed Supreme Grade weapon — Reaper of Death — rose high,
crackling with crimson thunder.
Then he swung.
Thunder Style · One-Sword Style · Blood Moon Divine Evasion!
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