Chapter 215: The Overlord's Funeral!
That palm, covered in a spiral black vortex, pressed silently onto Shiki the Golden Lion's head.
In that moment, space seemed to freeze abruptly, and time lost its flow.
"BUZZ—!!!"
An indescribable force of nothingness erupted from the palm instantly, like a bottomless abyss devouring, tearing, and stripping away his very existence!
Haki, perception, the power of the Float-Float Fruit... everything was thrown into a black hole, completely annihilated!
Shiki's pupils contracted violently, his consciousness shaken like a tide!
"What is this...!!"
"My power... is... disappearing?!!"
"No... not right!!!"
"It's being COMPLETELY SUPPRESSED!!!"
He struggled violently, a roar stuck in his throat, only to find his body pinned in the void by a weight of ten thousand jun. He couldn't move a single finger!
The ability of the Float-Float Fruit fell completely silent, as if it had never existed.
"SWISH—!!"
The surrounding levitation field disintegrated instantly. His body lost support and sank slightly!
Those wings that were once proud enough to do anything were, in this moment... broken alive by reality!
His body, already running on fumes, completely lost the strength to resist.
And what this brought was not pain—
But a familiar fear.
The feeling of being sentenced to the end by fate.
"This power..."
Shiki's eyes were dazed, chest heaving violently.
"I... once..."
Vague memories awakened in the depths of his mind.
Long ago, on "Hachinosu" (Beehive Island), the figure of that man had been so familiar.
He remembered that man—
The Lord of Darkness who suppressed all kings and terrified every crew member.
"This power... is so similar to his?!!"
"Roy... who exactly are you..."
But before the words could leave his mouth, his throat filled with surging blood.
He whispered with difficulty, his voice hoarse as the mutterings of the dead. What seeped through his throat seemed no longer to be language, but the last shred of his will.
But answering him—
Were those cold eyes that seemed to freeze heaven and earth.
Roy spoke calmly and in a low voice, without a ripple of emotion:
"Shiki."
"You've lost."
"PFFT—!!!"
The next instant, blood gushed from his seven orifices like a spring!
Shiki's body trembled violently, and the light in his eyes collapsed with a boom!
Consciousness, like a reef eroded bit by bit by the waves, disintegrated inch by inch in the shadows.
"I... lost?"
"Lost to... a brat of the New Era..."
"Or perhaps..."
"I lost to... the Era itself?"
In this moment, the Golden Lion's pride, obsession, and rage all returned to silence.
He struggled no more, roared no more, looking up at the gradually blurring sky.
And in that final chaos, he seemed to see lights and shadows piercing the darkness—
That legendary ship flying the Jolly Roger, cutting through the waves in the morning light.
Gol D. Roger stood at the bow, face full of laughter, raising a wine cup high: "Oi! Shiki! Come have a drink!!!"
Whitebeard Newgate carried "Murakumogiri" on his shoulder, walking silently in the sunset, his back towering like a mountain.
And the clearest figure was—
Himself.
Golden hair dancing wildly, robes fluttering, twin swords crossed, commanding ten thousand islands to soar, laughing arrogantly at the heavens!
That was the man who stood at the peak of the era, looking down on the world—
The "Flying Pirate" · Golden Lion Shiki.
He looked at his former self, the corner of his mouth curling into a faint smile.
"So..."
"I had already died once... in my memories..."
Thoughts faded like mist. In Shiki's eyes, the last spark quietly extinguished.
The shattered floating islands trembled violently in the wind but did not collapse and fall—
Because Roy had already used his ability to stabilize the final wreckage of this battlefield.
He stood quietly among the broken rocks, the wind howling behind him. On a rock beside him, the corpse of Shiki the Golden Lion lay quietly.
This "Flying Pirate," who was once named alongside Pirate King Roger and Whitebeard Newgate, was finally silent.
He no longer roared, no longer cursed. His eyes were slightly closed, and a faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth.
That smile—was not unwillingness, nor madness, but as if he had finally broken free from obsession and rage, carrying a relief of liberation.
Roy looked down at him, brows moving slightly, a complex emotion passing through his heart.
"In the final moment of life, he actually... found peace?"
But this emotion passed in a flash. Roy quickly regained his composure, his gaze becoming sharp as a blade again.
He waved his right hand, vibrating space.
Instantly, all the remaining fruits on the floating island were forcibly gathered, converging into a fruit pile in front of him.
He slowly raised his hand. A black vortex rotated slowly in his palm as the power of the Dark-Dark Fruit activated quietly!
"Ability Extraction."
"BUZZ—!!!"
an invisible yet massive devouring force erupted from Roy's hand, directly stripping a wisp of pale golden energy from Shiki's corpse—
That was the origin power of the Float-Float Fruit!
As this energy flew into a specific fruit in the pile, the surface of that fruit mutated immediately!
The skin swelled, surfacing with the distinctive spiral patterns, the outer layer wrapped in a faint aura of buoyancy.
In this moment, a new "Float-Float Fruit" was born!
Roy stared at it. His originally cold-as-ice eyes flashed with a rare ripple.
"The Float-Float Fruit..." he whispered.
"This is a genuine 'Yonko-level' combat power fruit."
He slowly reached out and put the fruit away, his movements gentle, almost solemn.
Then, he turned around, his gaze falling on Shiki's corpse once more.
After a long silence, he spoke softly: "Since you have found peace..."
"Then I will give you... a funeral befitting your status!"
His eyes narrowed, right fist clenching slowly.
"Dark Star: HEAVENLY PRISON!"
"BOOM—!!!"
With a low explosion, a pitch-black gravity sphere emerged in the air, like a miniature black hole, oscillating and rotating high in the sky!
The next second, terrifying gravity spread like a tide!
Fragments of the dozens of floating islands, scattered rocks, shattered wreckage, the debris and dust around Shiki, and even the surrounding air were all madly rotated, gathered, and crushed under this gravity!
"RUMBLE-RUMBLE—!!!"
Amidst the roar of the high sky, all fragments rotated and fused at high speed, compressing circle by circle around Shiki's corpse!
Finally,
These fragments converged into a massive spherical rock tomb over a thousand meters in diameter!
Shiki's corpse was placed steadily in its center, like a stone sarcophagus for a slumbering king.
Roy raised his hand and waved, twisting space slightly.
"Rest in peace, Shiki."
"SWISH—!!!"
Space shattered like a mirror, and the black sphere vanished without a trace in an instant!
The next moment, that massive rock sphere had been teleported to the deepest part of the ocean—the Abyss of No Light.
Ten thousand meters down, eternal darkness, boundless pressure.
That was the sea's deepest silence, and also Shiki's burial place.
—No coffin, no epitaph, only rock, seawater, and darkness.
Yet this burial was more solemn and majestic than any grand funeral.
The curtain call of an Old Era Overlord finally drew a period in the surging waves of the New Era.
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