The morning after the fall of heaven was unnaturally quiet.
The Oro Jackson drifted across calm waters — its hull scorched, sails torn, but still moving. The once-golden light of dawn now fell pale across the deck, washing over a crew that had seen the gods bleed.
Ada stood at the bow, her crimson dress fluttering in the wind. The scars of battle still marked her skin, faint but real — proof that even she had limits.
Behind her, Lilith adjusted the small visual denden mushi perched on the railing. Its lenses blinked faintly, replaying fragments of what it had recorded.
The storm over the Red Line, the three Admirals falling one by one, the slaves running free through the burning streets.
Ada turned her head slightly.
"Lilith," she said softly, "send it."
Lilith blinked. "All of it, Captain?"
Ada nodded. "Not the end. Not Imu. The world isn't ready for that yet."
Her eyes hardened. "Just the truth they tried to bury — that the Navy failed to stop us, that Marie Geoise fell, and that the slaves are free."
Lilith hesitated for a moment, then saluted. "Aye, Captain."
She set her fingers on the denden mushi, rewiring the transmitter. A soft pulse of static hummed through the air.
Fisher Tiger crossed his arms beside her, watching. "You really want the whole world to see this?"
"They deserve to," Ada replied. "They've lived too long thinking gods can't bleed."
Enel, lounging against the mast, cracked a small grin. "Heh. Can't wait to see their faces."
Mihawk leaned on Yoru, eyes half-closed. "This will ignite chaos. You realize that."
Ada smirked faintly. "Good. Maybe chaos is what they need to wake up."
Lilith's fingers moved quickly across the device. "Connection stable… transmitting to World Economy News Network."
Ada turned away, looking toward the endless horizon. "Then let the world see what heaven looks like when it falls."
The denden mushi blinked, then emitted a sharp chime — connection established.
Somewhere across the sea, in a floating newsroom fortress surrounded by seagulls, Big News Morgans nearly choked on his morning coffee.
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World Economy News Headquarters — Sky Fortress
"WHAT?!"
The massive albatross slammed his wings against the desk, scattering papers everywhere. The room buzzed with typewriters, clattering lenses, and excited shouts as Morgans' staff crowded around the projection snail.
On-screen, Ada's image flickered into view — her figure haloed in smoke and flame, her voice steady and fierce.
"You called yourselves gods. You built heaven from chains. But the sea remembers what you buried — and we will tear it all down."
The footage shifted — showing Mihawk slicing battleships in half, Enel's lightning tearing through fleets, Bullet crushing an iron hull with his bare hands, and finally, Ada herself, striding through the flames as the marines fled before her.
The newsroom went silent.
Then Morgans burst out laughing — a loud, ecstatic, almost unhinged laugh.
"FANTASTIC! ABSOLUTELY SENSATIONAL! The scoop of the century! No— the millennium!" He flapped his wings, spinning toward his staff. "Print it! Broadcast it! Spread it to every island, every sea, every damn sky current! I want the whole world to know — Mariejois fell!"
"But, sir!" one of his reporters stammered. "The World Government will—"
"Bah!" Morgans snapped. "News doesn't care about fear — it feeds on it!"
He grabbed a quill, scratching across parchment with wild energy.
Headline:
THE GODS BLEED — NYX PIRATES INVADE THE HOLY LAND! SLAVES FREED! ADMIRALS FALL!
His beak curved into a sharp grin.
"Let's see the Government spin this one."
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East Blue - Dawn Island
In a small tavern by the docks, sailors huddled around a denden mushi tuned to the live report.
The voice of Morgans boomed through the air.
"Reports confirmed — the Red Line is in ruins! The Holy Land Marie Geoise has been attacked by the Nyx Pirates! The Admirals defeated, thousands of slaves liberated!"
The men stared, jaws slack.
"No way… she really did it?" one whispered.
An old fisherman slammed his mug down. "Damn right she did! About time someone stood up to those bastards!"
Even the barkeep, usually quiet, couldn't hide a grin. "Nyx D. Ada… huh. A pirate, but maybe not the kind the world says she is."
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Sabaody Archipelago
Under the looming shadows of the mangrove roots, the air itself felt heavier than usual. The bubbles drifting from the trees shimmered faintly — each one reflecting the flicker of a live broadcast.
Every bar, every black-market den, and every slave trader's booth had gone silent.
The world was watching.
Inside Shakky's bar, the faint hum of a denden mushi filled the dim light. On its tiny shell, Nyx D. Ada stood amid fire and ruin — the Holy Land itself burning behind her. The sound of her voice echoed even in the deepest corners of the Grove.
"Your gods bleed."
The words hung in the air like thunder.
Silvers Rayleigh leaned against the counter, his eyes reflecting the image of the woman who once sailed beside him. A slow, knowing smile tugged at his face.
"She really did it," he said softly. "Didn't think she'd go that far, but… that's Ada for you."
Shakky, polishing a glass, raised a brow. "You almost sound proud, Ray."
Rayleigh took a slow sip of his drink, gaze distant. "Proud, aye. But also worried."
He chuckled lightly. "The world couldn't handle Roger — and it won't forgive her."
Shakky leaned against the bar beside him, smoke curling from her cigarette. "She's not one to be forgiven. She's one to be remembered."
Rayleigh exhaled, the faintest glint of nostalgia in his eyes. "Roger chased freedom. Ada's chasing something more. That's a far more dangerous dream."
Outside, the bubbling sounds of Sabaody were drowned by whispers that spread like wildfire through the mangrove roots.
"She defeated the Admirals…"
"She freed the slaves of Mariejois!"
"The Celestial Dragons— they're not gods at all!"
And somewhere deep in Grove 13, where the shadows ran thick, a chained man looked up toward the surface light filtering through the bubbles.
For the first time in his life, he smiled.
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Fishman Island
Far beneath the sea, beyond the sunlight and storms of the surface, the coral city was alive with chaos — but not of fear.
Cheers, tears, and songs filled the glowing avenues of Fishman Island.
Every den-den mushi screen glimmered with the same impossible image.
Fisher Tiger, bursting through the shattered gates of Marie Geoise with fire and freedom at his back.
The streets were overflowing with fishmen and mermaids, pressing close to see.
"She did it!"
"They did it — Fisher Tiger and the Nyx Pirates freed them all!"
"The humans finally see the truth!"
Old fishmen clasped their hands together, tears streaming down their faces.
Mothers pulled their children close, whispering, "Remember this day — remember her name."
Inside a coral tavern, Jinbei sat among the crowd, his broad arms crossed but his face unreadable. The flicker of the broadcast glowed against his sharp eyes.
He watched Fisher Tiger's figure on the screen — his old friend's dream, now made real.
"So that's her…" Jinbei muttered. "The woman Tiger spoke about."
A younger fishman beside him grinned. "You think this changes anything, boss?"
Jinbei didn't answer at first. He looked up, where the shimmering ceiling of the ocean glowed faintly like a mirror to the sun above.
Then he nodded.
"It changes everything."
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Coral Palace
The royal coral domes glowed with blue light as the broadcast flickered across the grand chamber.
King Neptune stood at the balcony, his trident in hand, staring down at the massive coral square below — thousands of his people cheering, singing, crying.
At his side, Queen Otohime pressed her hand to her chest, her eyes wide, her voice trembling.
"Neptune… she's done what no one dared. She freed them — all of them."
Neptune's grip tightened around his trident. "Aye," he said softly, the deep rumble of his voice echoing through the chamber. "The world above finally feels what we have always known."
He turned toward his queen, his brow furrowed. "But this will not come without cost. The surface will drown itself in blood before it yields its throne."
Otohime's eyes softened with sorrow. "Perhaps. But she's lit a fire — one even the sea cannot extinguish."
Neptune's gaze returned to the glowing broadcast — Ada standing tall amidst ruin, unbowed.
"A fire named Nyx D. Ada," he said. "And like the sea, she spares no kings."
Below, in the glowing streets, the coral square erupted again — chants rising through the water like prayer.
"ADA! ADA! ADA!"
The sound carried through the ocean currents, winding its way toward the surface — a voice of the deep proclaiming that the age of fear had ended.
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Marine Headquarters — Marineford
The broadcast had ended, but the shock still hung heavy in the air.
The screens that once showed Nyx D. Ada's crimson glare were now black, yet her words still echoed through every corridor.
"Let the world see their gods burn."
The conference room was thick with tension.
Smoke from shattered cigars and overturned furniture hung like storm clouds over the brass.
Documents lay scattered across the table — reports of destruction, sightings, chaos.
At the head, Fleet Admiral Sengoku stood with his palms pressed flat against the wood, veins bulging along his temple.
"Three Admirals defeated. Marie Geoise— in ruins."
His voice cut through the silence like a cannon blast.
"And the footage… leaked to every corner of the world!"
He slammed his hand down again, sending papers flying. "How did this happen?!"
None of them answered right away.
Across the table sat Admirals Akainu, Kizaru, and Aokiji — each bearing fresh wounds, each with a different shadow in their eyes.
Akainu's fists burned faintly, wisps of smoke rising from his knuckles.
"That woman's a monster," he growled. "Even together, we couldn't bring her down."
Kizaru leaned back, bruised and bandaged, his usual drawl dimmed but not gone. "Mmm… she's faster than light, ya know. Not the kind of woman you chase without sunglasses."
"Enough jokes," Akainu barked. "You call that a fight? We were humiliated. The Celestial Dragons are demanding answers, and the world thinks the Marines were powerless!"
Aokiji, sitting beside him, exhaled slowly. His expression was heavy — not from anger, but reflection.
"She didn't just beat us," he said quietly. "She freed them. The slaves. That's what the world saw."
His words landed like an anchor.
The room went silent again.
Sengoku's gaze darkened. "And that," he said slowly, "is what makes her dangerous. People won't fear her anymore. They'll worship her."
He turned toward the window, where the horizon glowed faintly from the sun setting over the Grand Line.
"Three Admirals beaten. Holy Land breached. The World Government humiliated before every kingdom. This isn't just rebellion — it's inspiration."
Sengoku then turned to Tsuru. "You think she planned this?"
Tsuru nodded. "Every second. She knows how the world moves. She's not just a pirate — she's a strategist."
Akainu slammed his fist into the table, scorching the wood. "Strategist or not, I'll turn her island to magma if she shows her face again!"
Kizaru raised a hand lazily. "Careful, Sakazuki… you might melt the table before you melt her."
"Shut it," Akainu snapped.
Tsuru's gaze lingered on the cracked floor where Akainu's magma had scorched a black mark. "Whatever truth she carries," she said, "the world believes it now."
Sengoku's jaw clenched. "And that belief is more dangerous than any weapon."
He straightened, his coat falling back over his shoulders like a mantle of iron.
"Prepare every Cipher Pol unit. Every Marine fleet. We cannot allow her to become a symbol."
Akainu stood, fire still hissing from his palms. "She already is."
Sengoku ignored him, turning to Tsuru. "What's the status of the Celestial Dragons?"
Tsuru flipped open a report. "The survivors have been relocated to temporary sanctuaries near Red Port. Most are shaken. Some are… hysterical."
Kizaru adjusted his glasses. "Mmm… I'd be hysterical too if my castle fell from the sky."
Sengoku's eyes cut toward him, unamused. "This isn't the time for jokes, Borsalino."
A Marine Vice Admiral burst through the door, saluting hastily.
"Fleet Admiral! Cipher Pol confirms — the World Government has declared a global blackout order on the footage. But it's too late. Morgans' papers have already printed."
Sengoku's face hardened.
He muttered under his breath, "That damn bird…"
Akainu gritted his teeth. "Let me go to her territories— anywhere she might hide. I'll hunt her myself."
Tsuru sighed. "You'll do nothing without orders. And even if you found her, you'd lose again."
Akainu's glare snapped to her. "Watch your mouth, Tsuru."
She didn't flinch. "No. You watch the truth. You fought her, didn't you? You saw it too — she wasn't fighting to kill. She was fighting to show the world what you couldn't hide anymore."
The room fell silent again.
Even Sengoku didn't argue that point.
Finally, he turned toward the map hanging on the far wall — a massive projection of the seas, marked with shifting Marine patrol routes.
His hand hovered over the New World, tracing the faint symbol that marked Ada's territory.
"Ada…" he muttered. "You've thrown the world into chaos."
He looked back at his officers. "Then chaos will answer."
He snapped his fingers, and the room's den-den mushi crackled to life.
"Activate Operation Halo. Mobilize G-1 through G-5 bases. I want the seas locked down. Every Yonko, every Revolutionary cell, every pirate crew — watch them all. If she moves again, I want to know before she breathes."
A Vice Admiral saluted sharply. "Yes, sir!"
As the officers filed out, the lights flickered from the long shadow of the Fleet Admiral's coat.
Only Sengoku, Tsuru, and the three wounded Admirals remained.
For a moment, none of them spoke.
Then Aokiji finally broke the silence.
"What if this isn't the end?" he said quietly. "What if she's just getting started?"
Sengoku didn't answer. He stared out the window again, watching the sea roll against the fortress walls.
"She's already changed the world once," he said. "If she moves again… we may not be able to stop her."
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New World — Moby Dick
The Moby Dick cut silently through the waves, her massive sails glinting beneath the late sun.
A transponder snail projected the image across the deck — Nyx D. Ada, standing amid the burning ruins of Marie Geoise, her voice echoing over the sea.
"The age of gods ends today."
The crew stood frozen, their cheers dying into stunned silence. Even the waves seemed to quiet.
Whitebeard watched from his chair, bisento resting against his shoulder. The light flickered across his face — half shadow, half memory.
When the feed ended, he finally spoke.
"So she's done it," he said, low and grave. "Ada… you really went through with it."
Marco exhaled, still staring at the black screen. "She took down the Admirals. Freed the slaves. The world's never seen anything like it."
Whitebeard gave a rumbling laugh — deep and weary. "Hah. The world's forgotten what real pirates look like."
He leaned back, eyes turning distant. "Rocks always said she'd outlive us all. Said she carried something that couldn't die — not with time, not with war. Looks like he was right."
The wind tugged at his coat, the white flag behind him snapping in the air.
"She was trouble even then," he murmured. "Too righteous for a pirate, too dangerous for a savior. But hell… she's shaking the world like we never could."
For a moment, silence fell again — and beneath it, the sea groaned.
Whitebeard looked toward the horizon, voice a low growl.
"Make no mistake, brats. The age just changed. The world government's throne is cracked… and the woman who cracked it once sailed beside us."
He raised his sake cup — not in toast, but in grim acknowledgment.
"To the Crimson Shadow. May the world be ready for her next storm."
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Whole Cake Island — Totto Land
Big Mom's laughter tore through the candy halls of her palace.
"MAMAMAMAMA!"
The newsprint crumpled in her massive fist as she slammed it down, eyes gleaming. "That fool Ada! She actually burned their holy city to ash!"
The homies trembled, whispering as her laughter rolled through the chamber like thunder.
"Still the same woman," Big Mom muttered, licking frosting from her fingers. "Always thinking she could play the hero. Even Rocks couldn't control her — and he was madder than all of us."
Her tone then softened — not kindly, but with a flicker of memory. "Ada had spirit. Could've ruled the seas if she wanted. But she never cared for thrones… only for breaking them."
She then bit into a cake, crumbs scattering across the table.
"MAMAMAMAMA! Let the gods choke on their own smoke!"
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Onigashima
Thunder rolled over Onigashima's skull fortress. Kaido sat on his throne, sake dripping from his lips as he watched the final moments of the broadcast — Ada, bloodied but unbowed, her pistols raised against the collapsing holy land.
The screen went black.
For a long moment, Kaido said nothing. Then he laughed — deep, guttural, and genuine.
"WORORORORORORO!"
The laugh echoed through the hall, shaking dust from the ceiling.
He took a swig, letting the bottle fall and shatter. "She was the only one who never feared anyone. Not Rocks, not the Celestials, not anyone."
Kaido's grin hardened. "Even I was a whelp back then — and she fought like she had death on a leash."
The flames from the torches reflected in his eyes, turning them gold.
"She's reminding the world what pirates were made for," he said, voice low and fierce. "Not gold. Not glory. Freedom — and the fire that comes with it."
He rose, dragging his kanabo along the floor. The thunder outside answered his roar.
"Let the world government panic. Let their admirals bleed. That woman just declared a new age."
His grin widened into something monstrous.
"And when the flames die down… I'll see what's left to conquer."
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And somewhere far above them, smoke still rose from the shattered heights of Marie Geoise.
The echoes of Ada's words lingered across the seas, carried by the wind, whispered by sailors, slaves, and kings alike.
The age of gods had cracked.
And those who once stood beside her — as rivals, allies, or enemies — could all feel it.
Something old had returned.
Something unstoppable.
The sea trembled —
—for the woman who once sailed under Rocks and Roger, and now stood alone against the world.