Rocks,Roger,Whitebeard,Garp,Kaido,Big Mom stood before Imu watching the creature as they all began to ready their final strike.
"Galaxy Impact...."
"Divine Departure...."
"Pandemonium of Abyss...."
"Shattering Void...."
"Ikoku Sovereignty...."
"Dragon Breath...."
They all attacked together as that was more than enough to take out the creature but it regenerated quicky as though nothing happened.
Rocks continued to attack but each time the creature regenerated there was no use,then suddenly two tentacles came out of the creature and pierced Rocks body as Imu called out the strange name...
"Domi Reversiii...."
Rocks body began to transformed into a demon like being and Imu order him to kill his family and other pirates.
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On the other side God Valley was dying——
Fire swallowed the sacred streets as the laughter of gods clashed with the screams of slaves. White marble cracked, the sky burned, and the island trembled beneath powers that should never have met.
Beneath the ruins—
A miracle breathed.
Shamrock lay buried under shattered stone, wrapped in blood-soaked silk. His chest rose weakly, ash clinging to his crimson hair.
A shockwave tore through the ground.
Rubble shifted.
Nearby, a boy of eight stumbled through smoke and flame, iron chains still hanging from his wrists. Tears streamed down his face as he ran without knowing where to go.
Bartholomew Kuma.
His hands burned.
The strange paw-shaped marks etched into his palms throbbed violently, responding to his terror, his despair—his desperate wish to save someone.
"I don't want anyone to die…" he sobbed.
Then—
He felt it.
A pull.
Kuma turned.
Movement beneath the rubble.
"No… please…"
He rushed forward, tearing stone apart with bleeding fingers.
A baby.
Alive.
Kuma froze.
"…You're still breathing."
The infant opened his eyes.
Sharp. Silent. Watching.
They didn't cry.
They didn't fear.
They endured.
Kuma hugged the baby tightly, his body shaking.
"I'll protect you," he whispered through tears. "Even if I don't know how."
The island roared again.
Fear swallowed thought.
Kuma slammed his paw-shaped palm forward.
POP.
Elsewhere—
On the burning coastline of God Valley, another infant screamed until his voice cracked.
Shanks.
He lay beside a shattered treasure chest, flames reflecting in his tear-filled eyes.
A shadow fell over him.
Two boots stopped.
The man who knelt had short black hair, his face marked by battle and calm resolve. His eyes were sharp, but not cruel.
Scopper Gaban.
He stared at the crying baby for a long moment.
"…This island is cursed," he muttered.
Gaban lifted the child carefully.
"You won't grow up here," he said quietly.
And with that—
The twins' paths diverged.
The world twisted as god valley was erased from annuls of history as Garp became a Hero and Rocks named was burried in endless seas.
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Shamrock felt weightless, then—
Grass.
Soft earth.
Birdsong.
Kuma crashed into a forest clearing, rolling across dirt and leaves. He gasped for breath, chains clattering as he curled protectively around the baby.
Villagers screamed.
"A monster!"
"No—wait, he's just a child!"
Kuma raised his hands, terrified.
"P-please," he begged. "I won't hurt anyone. I just wanted to save him."
The baby whimpered softly.
An elderly woman stepped forward, her eyes gentle.
"…This island has already lost too many children," she said. "We won't turn another away."
She took Shamrock carefully into her arms.
For the first time—
Shamrock cried.
Not loudly.
Not desperately.
But softly.
As if mourning something he could not yet remember.
Kuma collapsed to his knees.
"I'll come back," he whispered. "When I'm strong enough."
That night, on an inhabited island in the West Blue, Shamrock slept beneath a thatched roof.
No flames.
No gods.
Only silence.
Yet deep within him, something burned.
A hatred without memory.
A will without words.
And far across the sea—
A red-haired child slept in the arms of pirates.
The world had separated the twins.
But blood remembered blood.
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