The world didn't sleep that night.
Across every sea, on every island — from the quietest fishing village to the gilded halls of kings — the same image had played through the visual denden mushi.
Nyx D. Ada, standing before the Red Line, her words calm and terrible, as the sea itself bent to her will.
And then — that blinding light.
That impossible strike that split the ocean in half.
The feed had ended in chaos, but the silence afterward had been louder than the destruction itself.
Now, the world spoke.
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East Blue — A Small Tavern in Dawn Island
The place was old, dimly lit.
Villagers huddled together around a battered snail-transponder still crackling from static.
"She… she really attacked the Red Line?" someone whispered.
An old fisherman spat his drink. "Attacked it? She blew it up! The whole damn port!"
A young boy's eyes gleamed with excitement. "So she's real? The pirate lady who defied the gods?"
The bartender leaned on the counter, voice trembling. "Aye, real enough. And mad enough to do what no man's dared."
Behind the bar, an elderly woman crossed herself and muttered, "The sea's lost its mind. The gods will strike back."
But outside, under the stars, children ran across the beach — shouting the name "Nyx D. Ada" like it was a promise.
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North Blue — Kingdom of Flevance
The wind whistled through broken windows and cracked marble. A group of starving refugees gathered around a small transponder, its antenna still buzzing faintly.
"She said the world was built on lies…" one of them murmured, voice weak. "Maybe she's right."
A woman holding a child looked up at the night sky. "If someone like her can make the gods bleed… maybe there's hope for us too."
A man coughed into a blood-stained cloth. "Hope? No. It's just another war. And we'll be the ones buried in it."
But even he couldn't hide the faint tremor of awe in his voice.
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West Blue — A Hidden Shore
The night air was cold. The stars above shimmered faintly, reflected on the waves that lapped against the shore.
Among the scattered ruins of a nameless island, a young girl sat alone beside a tiny campfire — thin, silent, her dark eyes watching the flames.
The denden mushi beside her crackled weakly, its shell chipped and half-broken, but it still played the last words of Ada Nyx's broadcast.
"You've seen what they did to those who opposed them. You've seen what they did to Fishman Island. How many more must suffer before someone drags those monsters from their throne?"
The girl froze. The voice was calm but powerful — not the voice of a tyrant, but of someone who understood pain.
Her fingers clenched around the book in her lap — one of the few she'd managed to save when her home was destroyed.
The name "Ohara" echoed in her mind like a ghost.
Tears welled up, unbidden.
"She… knows," the girl whispered. Her voice trembled, barely audible against the sea breeze. "Someone remembers us."
The snail blinked once before going still, its faint light fading into darkness.
The girl — Nico Robin — closed the book gently, her small shoulders shaking. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand and looked toward the distant stars.
"…Thank you," she whispered to the night. "For not forgetting."
The fire crackled softly.
For the first time in years, Robin didn't feel entirely alone.
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South Blue — Ilusia Kingdom
In a glittering ballroom, nobles screamed as servants dropped crystal glasses mid-toast. The King of Ilusia — bloated and red-faced — slammed his fists against the table.
"She dares to threaten us nobles? A mere pirate?!"
An adviser trembled beside him. "Your Majesty, the people are… cheering her name in the streets."
"What!?"
Outside the palace, peasants were already marching, waving scraps of cloth painted with a crude crescent and sun.
"She's not a pirate," they shouted. "She's justice!"
Soldiers tried to silence them, but the chants grew louder.
The first embers of rebellion flickered in the night.
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Marie Geoise — The Holy Land
The Celestial Dragons were in chaos. Screams filled the upper levels of the city. Servants ran, nobles shouted orders that no one obeyed.
One of the bloated nobles threw his wine glass across the floor. "Who allowed her to speak on the denden mushi!? Do you know who I am!?"
Another clutched his pearls, gasping. "She'll come here next! She'll come here! Someone stop her!"
Far below the marble streets, in the slave quarters, the whispers spread like wildfire.
"She said she'd free us…"
"Did you hear? She's coming for them — for the gods!"
A frail man smiled weakly through his chains. "Then maybe this time… heaven will burn."
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Marineford — Marine Headquarters
The silence after the static was deafening.
Sengoku stood frozen, eyes wide. "She… she just destroyed the Holy Port…"
Tsuru covered her mouth, her calm composure breaking for once. "On live broadcast. The entire world saw it."
The headquarters was in chaos.
Papers scattered, officers yelled over each other, and transponders blared updates from every ocean. The entire world was in upheaval.
Sengoku stood in the command chamber, both hands gripping the table.
"How many ships did we lose at the Holy Port?"
A trembling officer answered, "Thirty-seven battleships destroyed… two thousand men missing. Vice Admiral Kogane presumed dead."
Sengoku's jaw clenched. "And the broadcast?"
"It's gone viral, sir. Every news network, every pirate radio — even civilian snails are replaying it. We can't stop it."
Garp sat in the corner, silent.
His arms were crossed, the lines on his face deeper than usual. The faint hum of the war room filled the air, but he said nothing.
For once, the old hero's grin was gone — replaced by a grim stillness that unsettled even the younger officers around him.
Akainu slammed his fist into the wall. "We hunt her down! Yonko or not, I'll turn her into ash!"
Tsuru sighed quietly. "And what good will that do? After what she just showed, people have started to doubt the very idea of 'divine right.' The world's beginning to question the power the Government claims to hold."
Akainu's face twisted in fury. "She's declared war on the World Government itself!" he roared, slamming his fist into the wall. "We'll make her regret it!"
But Aokiji, seated in the corner, only stared at the blank screen. "You still don't get it," he said softly. "She's not declaring war. She's making a point."
Zephyr leaned back against the railing, voice low. "No matter what side you're on, history just took a sharp turn."
Garp leaned against the window, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the horizon. "That girl's got Roger's fire… and the world's not ready for another one like him."
Zephyr exhaled deeply. "You boys better pray," he said, eyes dark. "Because if Ada reaches the summit… the truth you've been hiding won't stay buried."
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The Five Elders' Chamber — Marie Geoise
The five old men stood in a semicircle, staring at the map of the Red Line. A black streak — Ada's "Grand Path" — now cut through their defenses.
"She struck the Holy Port directly!" one elder barked, his voice trembling. "What fool authorized this Fishman operation that provoked her!?"
No answer came.
"This cannot be allowed to continue," one hissed.
"Her broadcast spread faster than the World Economy itself," another growled. "Every kingdom is talking about her."
"She claims to defend the weak," said the bald elder coldly. "But she'll bring ruin to everything."
"Mobilize the Admirals," the oldest murmured. "And send CP0. Prepare the God's Knights as well."
A brief silence hung between them — until one whispered, "And if she truly reaches the Holy Land?"
The oldest Elder closed his eyes. "Then the gods themselves must draw their swords."
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Baltigo — The Revolutionary Army Headquarters
The hall was full of murmurs. Dozens of revolutionaries crowded around a large projection snail replaying Ada's message on loop.
Ivankov whistled. "Oh, she really did it! Broadcasted her declaration right to the heavens!"
Ginny clenched her fists. "She said it like it was nothing. Like she wasn't afraid at all."
Dragon stood near the window, his cloak fluttering in the cold wind. The faintest smirk touched his lips.
"She's forcing the truth into the open. The world needed this push."
Kuma looked up at him. "You think she'll really climb the Red Line?"
Dragon didn't answer for a moment. His gaze drifted to the sky.
"She will. Ada's not one to make empty promises."
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Sabaody Archipelago
The screen in Shakky's Bar flickered with static before cutting to silence. The customers were frozen — pirates, bounty hunters, even marines out of uniform.
Rayleigh poured another drink. "She just made the world government bleed on live feed. Heh. It's been years since I've seen that kind of fire."
Shakky crossed her arms. "The seas will move after this. Everyone's going to pick a side."
Rayleigh smiled faintly. "That's the beauty of it, isn't it? The world's been quiet too long."
Outside, the streets erupted with shouting. Some cheered Ada's name, others cursed it — but the island buzzed with one shared feeling:
Something unstoppable had begun.
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Moby Dick, Whitebeard's Ship
Whitebeard sat in his chair, his massive hand gripping the armrest. Marco leaned over, reading the reports aloud.
"She really did it, Pops. Smashed through the Red Line port."
Whitebeard laughed, the sound booming. "Gurararara! That woman… she's got Roger's fire burning in her blood. The world's trembling again."
He looked to the horizon. "But this time, the sea may not survive it."
Jozu crossed his arms, uneasy. "Even for her, that's insane. Attacking the Holy Land itself?"
Whitebeard let out a deep, rumbling laugh that rolled like thunder. "Gurararara… That woman never did fear gods or kings. She's walking the same path Roger once did — but her fire burns darker."
He lifted his sake bottle, gaze turning toward the horizon. "Let's see if the world survives her storm."
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Whole Cake Island
Big Mom leaned back on her throne, crumbs falling from her massive hand as she laughed. "Maamama~ma! So Ada finally snapped! About time someone gave those Celestial pigs what they deserve."
Smoothie frowned. "But Mama, if she really brings down Marie Geoise, the balance—"
"Balance?" Big Mom slammed her hand on the armrest, cracking it. "There's no balance in a world built on chains! If she burns them, maybe it's a new age for us all!"
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Onigashima — Kaido's Fortress
Kaido was already drinking.
Kaido drained his jug of sake, his laughter booming through the hall. "WORORORO! She's got guts, I'll give her that! Invading the Holy Land?" He smashed the empty bottle against the floor. "That's the kind of madness this world needs!"
King stood silently beside him. "Even madness has limits. If she wins…"
He laughed, slamming his jug down. "If Ada lives through it, I might just join her!"
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The Slaves Beneath Marie Geoise
Deep below the shining capital, where sunlight never reached, the slaves stirred.
For generations, they had been silent. But now, whispers filled the tunnels.
"Did you hear? She's coming for them."
"She's going to burn the gods."
A young woman, her wrists raw from chains, pressed her hands together. "If she truly is… then maybe the world above will finally see us."
Another, older slave lifted his head for the first time in years. "She's the one the sea whispered about… the woman who walks with storms."
The chains rattled as they looked up, hope flickering in their hollow eyes.
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The Oro Jackson
The deck was quiet.
The flames of the destroyed Marine port still burned behind them, painting the sea in hues of gold and blood.
Ada stood at the bow, dress fluttering in the wind. Her crew moved around her in silence — busy, focused, yet visibly shaken by what they'd just done.
Lilith adjusted her goggles, voice uncertain. "Captain… the entire world saw that. They'll never forget it."
Ada's eyes remained fixed on the Red Line, the towering wall before them. "Good. Let them remember."
Okiku approached quietly. "You've shaken every kingdom. What happens now?"
Ada turned slightly, her gaze soft but fierce. "Now, the gods learn what it means to fear."
Perona shivered, hugging her ghost plush. "You really mean to go up there?"
Ada nodded once. "I don't make threats, Perona. I make promises."
The crew fell silent again — the weight of her words hanging like thunder in the air.
Above them, lightning flickered.
The Red Line waited.
And across every sea, every island, every soul who had watched the broadcast that night — one truth had settled deep in their hearts.
The age of the gods was ending.