Antonio hid in the cabin, his anxiety overwhelming him to the point of tears. He hated himself for being so weak. Desperately, he kept talking to Shakky through the Den Den Mushi, shouting for the captain to return as soon as possible.
Antonio's distressed cries echoed through the Den Den Mushi, making Brook's already cold expression turn even more frigid.
"Captain Brook, I'm heading back first!"
Redfield's face was filled with fury. Antonio was his crewmate—there was no way he would let some outsider bully him. And on top of that, an enemy had invaded their golden spaceship. Without hesitation, he transformed into a flash of lightning and shot back.
"Shakky, hiruba, hurry up! I'm going ahead!"
Brook also vanished in a blur, leaving behind only a wave of cold air and faint ice shards drifting to the ground.
"Hiruba, pick up the pace!"
Shakky pushed herself, managing to use Shave to accelerate. Meanwhile, Shiruba's modified wind-jet boots allowed him to soar forward at high speed.
"Oi, Hiruba! Since when did you have those flying wind-jet boots?! Why the hell didn't you make me a pair?!"
Shakky barely caught a glimpse of the long-barreled sniper rifle on hiruba's back before he vanished ahead. Frustrated, she swore she'd make him pay for it later.
"Watch this—Wind Knot!"
She pulled out a special tool from Weatheria and untied the wind knot, unleashing a powerful gust that propelled her forward rapidly.
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Meanwhile, the guards outside were trying to break into the cabin, aiming to take control of the golden spaceship. However, their efforts were blocked by the Fishman shipwright, Tom. One by one, they hooked their grappling devices onto him, trying to use their sheer numbers to restrain him.
"Ahh, dammit! I should've just blown you bastards to hell the moment I saw you!"
Tom regretted not firing the ship's cannons as soon as these guys boarded.
"Haha! That's it—capture them! I want these two pirates as my slaves!"
Saint Rothschild grinned with excitement, commanding his men to seize Tom and Crocus. Once he claimed this golden spaceship, he'd have his prize.
"Tch, guess Captain Brook was right… Even as a doctor, you've gotta be prepared for poisonous scum like these!"
Weibei—Toxic Smoke!
Crocus didn't just release anesthetic gas this time—he unleashed a deadly toxin. His duty was to protect the ship and his crew, even if it meant violating a doctor's principles.
The guards who inhaled the toxic smoke dropped instantly, their faces turning purple, their mouths foaming. The CP agents hesitated, fear creeping in as they backed away.
"Damn it! We can't even handle two of them?! Once the rest of their crew returns, we'll be in deep shit—and even His Highness Rothschild could be in danger!"
CP agent Siyahai shouted in frustration to his partner, Fuboller. They had also learned that the captain of this golden spaceship was Brook, a pirate with a bounty of 200 million berries.
Rumors said Brook had caused trouble at the Dove of Peace News Agency over a rude journalist, and even Vice Admiral Dorodo had tried to stop him. If he made it back here, things would spiral out of control.
"If things get worse, abandon the mission! Protect His Highness Rothschild at all costs!"
Seeing how troublesome these pirates were, the two CP agents were already dreading their captain's reaction.
Just as they were scrambling for a solution, a sudden explosion of lightning and thunder shook the sky. A massive web of electricity crackled downward, engulfing the guards.
Siyahai and Fuboller's eyes widened in terror. "W-what the hell?! A Logia user?!"
Their intelligence must've been garbage—why hadn't anyone warned them about such a powerful pirate being onboard?!
The World Government's guards on the golden spaceship were all fried to a crisp by the lightning. Seeing the storm, both Crocus and Tom instantly knew—Redfield was back!
"Hahaha! Incredible! This pirate is so strong—he took out all those men in seconds! I want him as my slave!"
Saint Rothschild, oblivious to the sheer danger before him, laughed excitedly. He envisioned himself winning against the other Celestial Dragons in their slave tournaments with such a prize.
"Your Highness, we need to retreat! This is dangerous—these pirates are completely lawless!"
Siyahai and Fuboller, drenched in sweat, knelt before Rothschild, desperately urging him to leave.
But Redfield, still crackling with electricity, had heard Rothschild's words. His glare locked onto the hooded Celestial Dragon, his anger boiling over.
Lightning arced violently around his body. The CP agents swallowed hard. It was one thing for them to die—but if a Celestial Dragon was killed, the consequences would be catastrophic.
"A Celestial Dragon… and you dare say you want to make me a slave?"
Redfield's voice dripped with fury.
Before becoming a pirate, he had once been a noble—a lord of land. His father had named him with great aspirations, hoping he would one day inherit the vast red lands of their family. That legacy had earned him the title of Red Earl.
But he preferred Lonely Red.
Why? Because the Redfield family—his family—had been wiped out by the Celestial Dragons.
The reason? The World Nobles decided that no one but them was worthy of owning land on the Red Line.
That childish, arrogant decree had condemned his entire bloodline to death.
Redfield loathed the World Government. He despised the Celestial Dragons.
The sky trembled with his wrath, thunder roaring as he considered his next move. He knew the consequences—killing a Celestial Dragon would bring hell down on them. The Hell Pirates would become the World Government's number one target.
If it were just him, he wouldn't have hesitated. He would've avenged his family and spit in the face of the World Government at every turn.
But now… he had Brook. He had a crew. He had people he actually cared about.
He couldn't just throw that away.
His rage crackled in the air, but his attack never came.
"What's stopping you, Redfield?!"
A voice suddenly rang out from behind him.
Brook had arrived.
He stood in the path of the CP agents, cutting off Rothschild's escape route.
"You are a man with the qualities of a king! If you wanna cut him down, then do it!"
Brook's presence loomed larger than life. His soul expanded outward, towering at seven or eight meters tall. The Underworld Soul manifested once more.
Like a god of death, he gazed down at the trembling Celestial Dragon.
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Brook had been to Redfield's hometown and knew about his noble status. As for the tragic events that followed, Brook had learned bits and pieces after Redfield joined the crew. However, out of respect, no one usually brought up those painful memories.
But now, standing face to face with the so-called rulers of the world—the Celestial Dragons, Redfield's sworn enemies—there was no avoiding the confrontation any longer.
Had Redfield still been sailing alone, he would have undoubtedly been consumed by rage, unleashing his fury on this Celestial Dragon without hesitation. After all, he was a man who had awakened Conqueror's Haki, a pirate who defied the World Government at every turn, standing on equal footing with legends like Whitebeard and Golden Lion.
At his peak, Redfield had forced the World Government to dispatch Fleet Admiral Kong himself to subdue him. Even then, Redfield singlehandedly defeated Kong, only to be overwhelmed by exhaustion, allowing Garp to capture him and throw him into Impel Down's deepest level—Eternal Hell.
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"Hahahaha! The spirit of a king? Thanks, Captain Brook. If I ever become a king, I swear I'll help you become a god and drag these arrogant bastards off their pedestal!"
Tears welled up in Redfield's eyes as he spoke. It had been a long time since he felt true camaraderie, and now, his captain—the man he chose to follow—stood with him, ready to take on the wrath of the World Government.
The ever-proud Redfield, who had always walked his own path, was now crying openly. But those tears carried the weight of years of rage and injustice. His emotions erupted, twisting the skies into a chaotic storm, thunder and lightning crashing around them.
Siyahai and Fuboller, the Celestial Dragon's guards, stood in front of Saint Rothschild, their faces frozen in horror. As for the so-called noble himself, he collapsed to the ground, his pristine robes stained with piss as terror consumed him.
Golden lightning crackled around Redfield, infused with streaks of black and red—evidence of his Conqueror's Haki awakening. His body trembled with overwhelming fury, his bloodshot eyes locked onto his prey.
"I WILL AVENGE THE REDFIELD FAMILY TODAY! EVEN IF YOU CALL YOURSELVES GODS, I'LL SEND YOU TO HELL!!"
With a deafening roar, a massive thunderbolt split the sky, striking down with godlike fury. The Celestial Dragon and his guards were obliterated in an instant, leaving behind nothing but a smoldering crater.
Brook, witnessing the execution of one of the highest-ranking nobles in the world, felt a thrill of excitement. At the same time, he could sense the weight of Redfield's Haki pressing down on him. His own spirit surged in response, his Hades aura expanding to fifteen meters, radiating a chilling, deathly presence.
Those unfortunate enough to be nearby—the pirates, civilians, and even marine forces—were overwhelmed by the combined force of Redfield's Conqueror's Haki and Brook's death aura. One by one, they collapsed, their eyes rolling back as unconscious bodies hit the ground.
"Captain Brook, is this… Conqueror's Haki?"
Redfield, now standing over the remnants of his enemies, felt invincible. Even Brook's massive Underworld Soul form failed to intimidate him.
"Congratulations, Redfield. From now on, you too are a king in your own right."
Brook, despite his excitement, retracted his Underworld presence. He had worried that Redfield might lose his edge after joining the Hell Pirates, but now, the legendary Red Earl had ascended to new heights.
The appearance of the Celestial Dragons—Redfield's mortal enemies—had provided the perfect catalyst for his awakening. And even if killing one meant making enemies of the entire World Government, Brook had no regrets. The benefits of Redfield's Conqueror's Haki awakening were well worth it.
"This is just a display of power. Captain, in my heart, you're the true king. I swear to follow you and tear those hypocritical Celestial Dragons from their thrones!"
Redfield looked at Brook with a gaze filled with gratitude. To him, Brook was his only true leader—not those self-proclaimed gods.
"Hohoho~! Killing a Celestial Dragon might just be the start!"
Brook chuckled, his excitement mirroring Redfield's. His Hades aura was no less terrifying than Conqueror's Haki, after all.
"But we need to move now. The Navy will send an admiral soon!"
Brook and Redfield quickly disposed of the remaining bodies, helping the fishman shipwright, Tom, finish coating the ship. As they prepared to leave, Shakky and Xiluba rushed over.
The scene before them was pure chaos—dozens of unconscious bodies littered the ground, the guards of the World Government slaughtered, and in the center, a smoldering crater where something—no, someone—had once stood.
"Captain Brook, amazing! Did you scare the Celestial Dragons away?"
Shakky asked, her tone casual, unable to fathom the idea that someone might have actually killed one. After all, for hundreds of years, no one dared to touch the Celestial Dragons.
"Get on the damn ship! We're running! An admiral is coming!"
Brook barked, raising the sails. Shakky and Hiruba didn't need to be told twice—they scrambled aboard, their instincts screaming at them to flee.
Tom, who had just finished the final touches on the coating, looked shaken. The massive fishman, usually calm and composed, was now trembling like a cornered animal. His expression was one of pure disbelief.
What had he just witnessed?
Captain Brook had allowed Redfield to kill a Celestial Dragon—erasing him completely!
Even Crocus remained silent, his usual laid-back demeanor nowhere to be found. Shakky, ever the clever one, swallowed hard as her mind pieced together the situation.
"Captain… you didn't actually kill a Celestial Dragon, did you?"
Even as she spoke the words, she already knew the answer. And yet, she couldn't believe it.
"Yeah. So we need to get the hell out of here."
Brook rolled his eyes, pulling up the anchor. The ship set sail at full speed, and the two newcomers, still in shock, hurried to secure the rigging. They had to escape, or they'd all be dead men soon.
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Meanwhile, Vice Admiral Dorodo, still injured from an earlier encounter, arrived at the scene with a large marine force.
What he found nearly made his soul leave his body. The bodies of fallen guards. A destroyed battlefield. And most importantly, Saint Rothschild—gone.
In the distance, he spotted a ship sailing away from the harbor—Brook's Erebus.
"BROOK! WHERE HAVE YOU HIDDEN HIS HIGHNESS, THE CELESTIAL DRAGON?! RETURN HIM NOW!"
Dorodo's face was pale. This wasn't just a disaster—it was an unprecedented catastrophe. If a Celestial Dragon was truly dead, the consequences would be beyond imagination.
For years, he had played the obedient lapdog to these nobles, climbing the ranks solely because of his willingness to serve them. But now? If he failed to retrieve Saint Rothschild, he wouldn't just lose his position—he might lose his life.
On the other side of the harbor, a group of wealthy merchants led by Viscount Nass arrived, their expressions filled with confusion and fear. They had heard the Vice Admiral screaming about a missing Celestial Dragon.
Did that mean… someone had actually kidnapped one?
For hundreds of years, the Celestial Dragons had ruled untouchable, their status as gods enforced by the iron grip of the World Government.
And yet today, someone had defied that order.
No—worse than that.
Someone had erased a god from existence.
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(TL: Undead Energy = Observation Haki
Ghost Energy = Armament Haki
Hades Energy = Conqueror's Haki
I don't know if I'll stay consistent with this since it's a bit confusing sometimes, but I'll try my best to give you all a readable fanfic.
For those who don't know why Brook can't master Haki, it's because he's like an undead — but not a complete one. For me, undead beings don't naturally possess spiritual energy, which is the core source needed to wield Haki. Spiritual energy is a vital force that individuals harness to awaken Observation, Armament, and even Conqueror's Haki. Without spiritual energy, it's almost impossible to master Haki. This is only my opinion idk if the author write the Reason cuz if he had i already forgot which chapter heheheeh.)
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