As soon as the divine ink was conjured, it had barely settled on the front page before the papers began to manifest. It was not a matter of distribution, it was an act of instantaneous creation from Morgan's.
In Marineford offices, on the decks of pirate ships in the calm belt, in the bustling markets of Sabaody, and even on the sterile desks within Mariejois itself, the special extra edition of the World Economic Journal materialized.
It appeared with a soft rustle of spectral feathers and a faint scent of sea, delivered not by the usual news coos, but by the will of an angel.
The headline was a declaration of war in 120-point font:
"SEA SCOURGE DECLARES HOLY WAR: 'THE CELESTIAL PIGS WILL DROWN!'"
Beneath it was a stunning, high-resolution photograph of a broken Sir Crocodile, face down and unconscious in a puddle, his signature hook lying useless beside him. The secondary headline read: "WARLORD SYSTEM SHATTERED! ALABASTA'S KING BOWS TO PIRATE SAVIOR VORTEX D. RAGNAR!"
And taking up half the front page was the full, unedited transcript of Morgan's interview, every contemptuous word, every grandiose ambition laid bare for the world to see.
The reactions were as seismic as the news itself.
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Marineford, Fleet Admiral's Office:
The sound of splintering oak was like a cannon shot. Fleet Admiral Sengoku stood over the ruins of his desk, his face a thunderous mask of rage.
The newspaper was clenched in his white-knuckled fist, the words "Celestial Pigs" seeming to burn into his retinas.
"He… he dares…!" Sengoku seethed, his voice trembling with a fury he hadn't felt since the God Valley incident.
"This isn't just arrogance, this is sedition on a global scale! A Water-Water Fruit? He humiliates a Warlord, recruits Morgans, and now he spits on the very foundation of world order!"
His mind raced through the implications, the destabilization, the inspiration this would give to every revolutionary and ambitious pirate, the sheer, unprecedented insult to the Celestial Dragons.
The Buster Call protocols flickered through his mind, but against a single, mobile target of such power, they were a clumsy, ineffective tool.
From the corner of the room, a different sound cut through the tension, it was laughter. Vice Admiral Garp was leaning against the wall, a rice cracker halfway to his mouth, his massive shoulders shaking with mirth.
"KAHAHAHA! 'Celestial Pigs!' He's got a way with words, this one!" Garp boomed, wiping a tear from his eye. He took a loud bite of his cracker, crunching thoughtfully.
"The world, huh?" he muttered, his laughter fading into a more contemplative, almost wistful tone. He looked past Sengoku, out the window towards the endless sea, a knowing glint in his eyes. "That's a big wish, kid. A real big wish."
….
Moby Dick, Whitebeard Pirates Territory:
The vast deck of the flagship was uncharacteristically quiet as Marco the Phoenix finished reading the paper aloud, his voice laced with a mixture of amusement and awe.
The commanders and crew listened intently, their expressions ranging from shock to appreciation.
A low chuckle emanated from the giant chair at the ship's helm. Edward Newgate, Whitebeard, took a long swig from his sake jug, his iconic mustache twitching.
"Gurararara!" he laughed. "That's a bold ambition, kid. To break the Red Line itself… to unite the seas…" He set the jug down, his eyes, sharp and intelligent despite his age, were scanning the horizon.
"He doesn't just want to be King. He wants to be the architect of a new age. A fool's dream… or a conqueror's destiny." He glanced at his sons, seeing the fire the words had lit in some of their eyes. "The world's about to get a whole lot more interesting."
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Whole Cake Island, Totto Land:
The sound in the candy-coated throne room was not of splintering wood, but of crumpling newsprint and the shattering of a nearby sentient cupcake chair that had the misfortune of being too close. Charlotte Linlin, Big Mom, stared at the paper, her eyes wide with a volatile mix of rage and confusion.
"MAMAMAMA! How ARROGANT!" she roared, her Conqueror's Haki causing the very castle to tremble, sending lesser homies fleeing in terror.
"Who does this brat think he is?! 'The world' belongs to me! It will be part of my utopia!" She crushed the paper into a ball, hurling it across the room. But then her rage faltered, replaced by a nagging familiarity.
She squinted, a fragment of a memory tugging at the edges of her mind. "But… where have I seen him? That face… that name… Vortex… doesn't ring a bell, but, Water Logia…" But she couldn't grasp it, and the frustration only fueled her anger further.
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Onigashima, Wano Country:
The laughter that echoed through the skull-shaped fortress was a raw, booming bark of pure, unadulterated glee. Kaido, the King of the Beasts, drained an entire barrel of sake in one go and slammed it down, his massive form shaking with mirth.
"WORORORORO!" he bellowed, the sound echoing off the cavernous walls. "What a bold ambition, kid! To tear it all down! The chaos! The glorious, world-ending chaos!" He grabbed the newspaper, his eyes alight with interest.
"But ambition is cheap. Do you have the strength to back it up? Can you bring the world the war it deserves?!" He looked at the picture of the defeated Crocodile, a feral grin spreading across his face.
This Ragnar was no mere upstart. He was a potential kindred spirit, or a worthy opponent to be broken on the path to his own suicidal glory.
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Red Hair Pirates Territory, An Unnamed Island:
The atmosphere aboard the Red Force was subdued. Shanks sat on a barrel, the newspaper held loosely in his hand, his expression unreadable.
His crew, usually boisterous, was quiet, sensing their captain's deep contemplation. Benn Beckman leaned against the mast, smoking quietly, watching Shanks.
"He's not just making noise, Benn," Shanks said finally, his voice low and serious. He tapped the article with his finger. "This is a calculated provocation. He's drawing a line in the sand and daring the entire World Government to cross it. A Water Logia… and now he has the voice of the world, Morgans."
He frowned, his single arm resting on his knee. "The balance we've worked to maintain… It's fragile. A shockwave like this… I can't see where the pieces will land."
There was no laughter here, only the assessment of a man who understood the cost of war and the terrifying potential of a wild card like Ragnar.
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Sabaody Archipelago, Shakky's Rip-Off Bar:
Dark King Silvers Rayleigh let out a hearty, genuine laugh as he read the paper, slapping his knee. "Oh, this is rich! 'Celestial Pigs!' This young man has no fear, and even less respect! I like him!"
He took a long drink of his beer, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Reminds me of a certain reckless captain we used to know, doesn't it, Shakky?"
But his laughter died in his throat when he noticed Hachi the octopus fish-man. Hachi was trembling, his six arms wrapped around himself, his face pale as he stared at the photograph of Ragnar's face on the front page.
"Hachi? What's wrong?" Rayleigh asked, his tone shifting to one of concern.
"It… It's him," Hachi stammered, his voice barely a whisper. "The human… from Cocoyasi Village. The one who… who defeated Arlong."
Rayleigh's jovial expression vanished, replaced by a deep frown. "Arlong? What did Arlong do in the East Blue?"
With great shame, Hachi recounted the tale, Arlong's tyrannical rule over Nami's village, the extortion, the broken promises, the years of fear. He spoke of how Ragnar and his crew had arrived and utterly crushed the Arlong Pirates, freeing the island.
Rayleigh listened in silence, then let out a long, heavy sigh. He looked at the kind-hearted, simple Hachi, who had been swept up in Arlong's racist vendetta. "I see," he said softly.
"I didn't expect that of you, Hachi. A sad business." He looked back at the newspaper, his view of the bold young pirate now tinged with a new complexity.
This "Sea Scourge" was not just a force of chaos; he was a man of action who intervened in the injustices the World Government and Marine ignored.
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Amazon Lily, Empress's Chambers:
The former Empress Gloriosa strode into Hancock's chambers without ceremony, ignoring the usual cries of "Men are forbidden!" from the Kuja warriors.
Boa Hancock lay on her sofa in a pose of exquisite boredom, her snake Salome coiled beside her.
"Sister, this is an intrusion…." Hancock began, her voice dripping with disdain.
Gloriosa said nothing. She simply held out the newspaper.
Hancock's annoyance turned to curiosity. She took the paper, her eyes lazily scanning the headlines. Then she saw it. The words "Celestial Pigs." Her breath hitched. Her heart, locked away behind layers of trauma and hatred, gave a violent, painful lurch.
Her carefully maintained mask of arrogant indifference cracked. For a split second, the terrified slave girl she once was shone through her beautiful eyes.
She stared at the phrase, reading it over and over, a tumultuous mix of shock, fear, and a dark, forbidden thrill coursing through her. Someone had finally said it. Out loud. For the whole world to see.
"Vortex D. Ragnar…."
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Pangaea Castle, Mary Geoise:
In the highest chamber of power in the world, the air grew colder. The five elders, the Gorosei, stood around the newspaper that had appeared on their expensive table.
There was no shouting. No smashed furniture. Their rage was far too ancient and profound for such mortal displays.
Instead, a series of horrific transformations began. Saint Shepherd Ju Peter's form bulged and twisted, his skin hardening into craggy hide, his limbs elongating into monstrous appendages, his head morphing into something like a sand worm.
Saint Topman Warcury swelled in size, his body becoming a mountain of muscle and tusks, a low, earth-shaking growl coming from his chest.
Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro's frame became sleek and horselike, a deadly aura emanating from him. Saint Marcus Mars's form flickered with heat haze, his outline becoming that of a fiery, avian monstrosity.
And Saint Jaygarcia Saturn… his transformation was the most subtle and terrifying, his body shifting into a gaunt, demonic silhouette that seemed to drink the light from the room.
They had shed their civilized facades, revealing the powerful, ancient beasts that underpinned their authority.
The word "pigs" echoed in the silent chamber, an insult that struck at the very core of their divinity. The desire for "the world" was a challenge to their ordained right to rule it.
"This… Vortex D. Ragnar," one of them spoke, its voice no longer human, a guttural sound that promised absolute annihilation. "He is not a problem to be contained. He is a disease to be eradicated. Utterly."
Across the oceans, in a thousand different places, the world had received the message.
And the world was holding its breath, waiting for the storm that was sure to follow. The Age of the Sea Scourge had truly begun.