The Sky Screen's revelation of the Straw Hat Pirates' unprecedented Devil Fruit collection had sent shockwaves through every major power structure on the planet. Marines, Yonko crews, and World Government officials found themselves confronting the uncomfortable reality that eight Devil Fruit users operating in perfect coordination represented a threat that current containment protocols were utterly inadequate to address.
What made the situation even more disturbing was the complete absence of information about how such a collection had been assembled. Devil Fruits were supposed to be among the rarest treasures in the world, with most pirates lucky to encounter even one during their entire careers. The Straw Hat Pirates' acquisition of eight different abilities suggested either unprecedented luck, strategic planning that spanned years, or access to resources that no other pirate crew possessed.
In the Holy Land, the Five Elders were already drafting contingency plans that assumed the worst-case scenario. If the Straw Hat Pirates had somehow gained access to a Devil Fruit distribution network—whether through Dr. Vegapunk's research, ancient weapon technology, or alliance with unknown parties—then the entire balance of world power could shift within a matter of years.
"We need intelligence on their acquisition methods," Saint Jaygarcia Saturn declared during an emergency session that had been called within hours of the broadcast. "If they've discovered a reliable source of Devil Fruits, every pirate crew in the world will be seeking similar advantages."
The implications extended far beyond simple combat effectiveness. Devil Fruit users commanded respect, fear, and loyalty from ordinary people who viewed such abilities as divine gifts or supernatural blessings. A pirate crew composed entirely of "miracle workers" could potentially inspire revolutionary movements across the globe simply through their existence.
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The Sky Screen's perspective shifted back to the interior of the Thousand Sunny, where the cleanup from their communal meal had been completed with characteristic efficiency. The crew had settled into their familiar post-dinner routine, but the atmosphere carried an undercurrent of anticipation that suggested this was no ordinary evening gathering.
Nico Robin reached into her clothing and withdrew a carefully preserved document that immediately commanded everyone's attention. The paper appeared ancient yet perfectly maintained, its surface bearing the distinctive characteristics that marked it as something far more significant than ordinary correspondence.
"This is a rubbing of the Poneglyph that Zoro discovered for me," she announced, her voice carrying the scholarly excitement of someone about to share groundbreaking research. "I've spent considerable time analyzing its contents, and while we were too busy during our adventures on Fish-Man Island to discuss it properly, today seems like the perfect opportunity to share what I've learned."
The reaction among the crew was immediate and focused. Even Luffy paused his enthusiastic consumption of post-dinner beverages to give Robin his full attention—a level of seriousness that spoke to how important this information was likely to be.
For the global audience watching through the Sky Screen, however, the implications were far more ominous. The casual revelation that the Straw Hat Pirates possessed someone capable of reading Poneglyphs represented a strategic capability that the World Government had spent eight centuries trying to suppress.
At Marine Headquarters, emergency communication channels erupted with activity as intelligence officers began updating threat assessments and strategic planning documents. The "Demon Child" designation that had followed Robin since childhood suddenly seemed grossly inadequate for describing the actual danger she represented.
"She can actually read them," Fleet Admiral Sengoku muttered while staring at the Sky Screen with growing concern. "All these years, we assumed the ability had died with the scholars of Ohara. But she's been out there, growing stronger, learning more about secrets that were supposed to remain buried forever."
The broader pirate community was still processing this revelation with varying degrees of understanding. Most lower-level crews had never encountered a Poneglyph and possessed only vague knowledge about their historical significance. But among the Yonko and their allied forces, the importance of Robin's ability was immediately apparent.
Big Mom's intelligence network began mobilizing resources for potential recruitment or elimination operations, while Kaido's subordinates started calculating the strategic value of either capturing or destroying the archaeologist who could unlock secrets that even the World Government feared.
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"The Poneglyphs I've studied generally fall into two categories," Robin continued, unaware of the worldwide panic her words were generating. "Stones that contain historical records, and Road Poneglyphs that provide navigational guidance toward specific locations. I've encountered texts related to both Pluton and Poseidon through my research, but the stone that Zoro brought back revealed something entirely unprecedented."
She unfolded the paper rubbing with careful precision, displaying ancient script that had been hidden from human eyes for centuries. The characters seemed to glow faintly in the Thousand Sunny's interior lighting, as if the knowledge they contained possessed an almost supernatural significance.
"Before I share this discovery, let me provide some context about the ancient weapons you're already familiar with," Robin said, her voice taking on the professional tone of someone delivering an academic lecture. "Pluton, Poseidon, and Uranus were created during the Void Century, before the World Government's establishment. We've all witnessed Pluton's destructive capabilities firsthand."
"Have we?" Nami interjected with obvious confusion, her memory struggling to place when such an encounter might have occurred. As she spoke, she absently petted what appeared to be a small snake that had emerged from beneath the table to serve as her living chair.
[Biological annotation: Arashi, evolved form of Sorcery Clima-Tact. Consumer of the Mythical Zoan-type Ryu Ryu no Mi, Model: Three-Headed Dragon. Individual heads can utilize different forms of Haki independently. Combat transformation: three-pronged weapon.]
"Do you remember the unusual geography around Enies Lobby?" Robin asked while the Sky Screen helpfully displayed a three-dimensional map of the area. "That massive waterfall and the perfectly circular void in the ocean aren't natural formations. Based on my research, I believe they represent the aftermath of a Pluton bombardment that occurred during the Void Century."
The map clearly showed the triangular arrangement of Impel Down, Marine Headquarters, and Enies Lobby, with a tremendous circular gap occupying the space between them. The precision of the destruction suggested a weapon capable of completely obliterating entire islands while leaving surrounding areas relatively intact.
"This brings me to the revelation contained in the Poneglyph from Zoro Kuraigana Island," Robin continued, her expression growing more serious as she approached the crucial information. "It describes a fourth ancient weapon that has been deliberately omitted from most historical records. Its name is Terra."
The silence that followed this announcement was absolute. Even the ambient sounds of the ocean seemed muted as the crew processed the implications of discovering a previously unknown weapon of mass destruction.
"Unlike Pluton, Poseidon, and Uranus, Terra represents a fundamentally different type of ancient weapon," Robin explained, her scholarly excitement tempered by obvious concern about the implications of her discovery. "According to the Poneglyph, it takes the form of a Devil Fruit that possesses its own consciousness and will."
The concept was so alien to conventional understanding of Devil Fruits that several crew members exchanged uncertain glances. While the fruits granted incredible abilities, they had never been described as possessing independent intelligence or agenda.
"The text indicates that this fruit appears only under very specific circumstances," Robin continued. "It manifests in the vicinity of individuals who have become completely disillusioned with the current world order—people whose despair has transformed into a desire to destroy everything and start again from nothing."
Luffy's expression had grown unusually serious as he listened to this explanation. His rubber-man physiology typically kept him cheerful and optimistic, but something about Robin's words seemed to resonate with deeper concerns he rarely acknowledged publicly.
"Once Terra fruit chooses its bearer, it grants them the power to transform into what the ancient texts call the 'Founding Titan,'" Robin said, her voice dropping to almost a whisper as she shared the most disturbing aspects of her research. "But the Founding Titan doesn't operate alone. The text describes eight other Titan forms that serve as its army: the Colossal Titan, Attack Titan, Female Titan, Armored Titan, Jaw Titan, Beast Titan, War Hammer Titan, and Cart Titan."
The names meant nothing to most of the crew, but the systematic nature of the classification suggested a military organization designed for maximum destructive efficiency.
"Unfortunately, space limitations on the Poneglyph prevented detailed descriptions of each Titan's specific abilities," Robin admitted with obvious frustration. "But the general capabilities mentioned are... troubling. These aren't just large humanoids—they're strategic weapons designed to eliminate entire civilizations."
She paused to consult her notes before continuing with the final and most horrifying revelation.
"The text concludes with a brief description of something called 'The Rumbling,'" she said, her voice barely audible. "According to the ancient records, the Founding Titan possesses the ability to command countless other Titans in a coordinated assault designed to 'flatten the world.' The scope of destruction implied by this phrase is... difficult to comprehend."
Robin's characteristic mysterious smile appeared as she finished her explanation, though this time it carried notes of genuine darkness that made her crewmates uncomfortable. They had learned to recognize this particular expression as Robin's way of processing information that challenged her normally optimistic view of human nature.
"I have to admit," she concluded, "I'm rather curious about the logistics involved in actually flattening an entire planet. The number of Titans required would be astronomical."
The Sky Screen's presentation suddenly shifted without warning, abandoning the scholarly discussion aboard the Thousand Sunny in favor of visceral, nightmarish imagery that struck viewers like physical blows. The transition was so abrupt that many people watching didn't immediately understand what they were seeing.
The first vision materialized as a bird's-eye view of Whole Cake Island, the heart of Big Mom's maritime empire and one of the most heavily fortified locations in the New World. But the familiar candy-themed architecture and colorful landscape had been transformed into a hellscape of destruction that defied comprehension.
Massive humanoid figures strode across the island's surface with mechanical precision, each one standing over one hundred meters tall and moving with coordinated purpose that suggested unified command. Their footsteps left craters in the island's surface while their passage obliterated everything in their path—buildings, vehicles, and people crushed with the casual indifference of giants stepping on insects.
Charlotte Linlin herself stood at the forefront of her family's desperate defense, Prometheus blazing around her massive frame while Napoleon gleamed with Armament Haki enhancement. But even one of the Four Emperors appeared dwarfed by the scale of the creatures she faced.
"MAMAMAMAMA!" her laughter echoed across the battlefield, though for the first time in decades it carried notes of genuine concern rather than confidence. "What are these things? Where did they come from?"
Her children fought with the desperate courage of people defending their home, but the mathematical reality of their situation was undeniable. For every Titan they managed to fell through coordinated attacks, two more would emerge from the ocean to take its place. The endless nature of their opponents' numbers transformed what should have been a manageable defensive battle into a war of attrition that they were destined to lose.
Katakuri's mochi manipulation proved effective at slowing individual Titans, but his precognitive abilities showed him only endless waves of destruction stretching toward a horizon he couldn't reach. Smoothie's juice-extraction powers could drain Titan bodies of their fluid content, but the creatures seemed capable of regenerating faster than she could process them.
Most disturbing of all was the Armament Haki coating that protected each Titan from conventional attacks. The black armor that covered their skin wasn't just defensive enhancement—it represented a level of supernatural coordination that suggested a central intelligence directing thousands of individual forms simultaneously.
The scene shifted without pause to the underwater kingdom of Fish-Man Island, transforming the peaceful beauty of the ocean depths into an aquatic nightmare that challenged everything viewers thought they understood about marine environments.
Enormous humanoid figures descended through ten thousand meters of ocean pressure with impossible ease, propelled by supernatural steam that created vast columns of superheated water in their wake. Their size dwarfed even the largest Sea Kings, reducing creatures that had once ruled the ocean depths to insignificant obstacles to be crushed underfoot.
King Neptune stood at the center of his kingdom's final defensive line, his massive trident gleaming with the accumulated power of generations of royal Fish-Man Karate masters. Around him, his three sons had taken their strongest combat forms, while his military commanders prepared for what they all knew would be their final battle.
"My people," Neptune's voice carried across the kingdom through conch shell amplification systems, reaching every mermaid and fish-man who remained in their homes. "Today we face an enemy that seeks not conquest but complete annihilation. Fight not for victory, but for time—time for our children to escape, time for our culture to survive elsewhere, time for hope to find new soil in which to grow."
The battle that followed was heroic in its futility. Fish-Man Karate techniques that could split islands in half barely scratched the Titans' reinforced skin. Military formations that had repelled Sea King invasions dissolved under the crushing weight of enemies too large to fight conventionally.
In the distance, a massive Sea King could be seen fleeing toward the surface while carrying a familiar pink-haired figure. Princess Shirahoshi's tears mixed with the ocean water as she watched her home kingdom being systematically destroyed, her Ancient Weapon powers apparently useless against enemies that operated on such an overwhelming scale.
"Megalo, swim faster," she whispered to her shark companion, knowing that every second of delay brought the Titans closer to catching them. Behind her, the beautiful coral formations and crystalline architecture that had taken centuries to build were being reduced to rubble in a matter of minutes.
The most heartbreaking aspect of the destruction wasn't its scale—it was its thoroughness. The Titans weren't just conquering Fish-Man Island; they were erasing it, ensuring that nothing would remain to mark the location where an entire civilization had once flourished.