A calm yet commanding silence spread across Amazon Lily. The battlefield lay in shambles: stone marines, battered pirates, and the unconscious forms of the Seraphim defeated by Kuina and Uta. Jessie stood at the center, unmoving, observing everything with sovereign composure. His cloak billowed gently in the wind as he slowly closed his eyes.
*BANG!!!*
An overwhelming force exploded from Jessie like a tidal wave of pure dominance—his Conqueror's Haki, not just any Haki, but one that surpassed even Emperor-class users. The sky cracked with pressure, thunder rumbled without clouds, and an invisible storm radiated from his body.
The earth trembled.
Marines, pirates, animals—everyone and everything not part of his crew—fell to their knees or lost consciousness entirely. Even Boa Hancock, who once looked at Jessie with admiration, now trembled in awe.
Blackbeard knelt instantly, his pupils shrinking in terror. His devil fruit powers activated involuntarily, trying to consume the pressure—but even darkness was swallowed by the King's Will.
From afar, on the ocean surface, a figure swam toward the island with haste. It was Silvers Rayleigh, the former Vice Captain of the Pirate King, Gol D. Roger. He had sensed the surge of divine pressure all the way from Sabaody. Now standing at the far beach of Amazon Lily, his old heart pounded like a war drum.
"Impossible… that Haki… surpasses even Roger's," he whispered, wiping sweat from his wrinkled brow. "Who in the world…?"
Back on the island, Jessie opened his eyes.
"Leave this island," he said, voice deep and emotionless. "Or die."
His gaze turned to Blackbeard, who tried to speak but only gurgled in fear.
"I will not kill you… not yet," Jessie added. "You still have a purpose in this world. But this is my territory now."
Then, he turned to **Coby**, who stood frozen, petrified by fear—not by Hancock, but by Jessie's presence.
"Tell the Marines," Jessie said, locking eyes with him, "Amazon Lily is now **Voidreign's Territory**. Enter again, and you'll all be wiped out."
Coby, trembling, nodded. "Y-Yes… I understand."
Jessie looked at the petrified marines. With a simple sway of his hand, the stone cracked and shattered, revealing unharmed soldiers beneath. They gasped in confusion.
"Consider that a warning," Jessie said coldly.
Coby bowed deeply, secretly grateful. "Everyone, retreat!" he shouted.
Blackbeard and the remaining survivors of his crew scrambled to escape. Fear still haunted their eyes. In less than ten minutes, Amazon Lily was emptied of enemies. Only the **Voidreign crew**, the **Kuja Tribe**, and **Boa Hancock** remained.
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Far away, Rayleigh stood still, eyes wide. He watched the fight from afar—Vash's swift strikes, Kuina's graceful blade, Uta's melodic destruction.
And then he saw her.
"Is that… Shanks' daughter?" he whispered, his heart skipping a beat.
Back on the island, Jessie smirked. His **Observation Haki** had expanded far enough to sense Rayleigh the moment he arrived.
"Old man," Jessie called. "Why are you hiding back there?"
Rayleigh paused. Then he stepped forward, chuckling. "Impressive… you sensed me. Not many can."
Boa Hancock turned and her expression brightened. "Rayleigh!"
Rayleigh waved, "I'm glad you're safe, Hancock."
She coughed and wiped the blood from her lips. "Thanks to Jessie…"
Nearby, the two defeated **Seraphim** lay unconscious—**Mihawk's clone**, taken down by Kuina, and **Boa's clone**, silenced by Uta's music.
Jessie walked over, looking at them like prized possessions.
"These two are mine now," he declared. "My reward."
With a wave of his hand, the system interface flickered, and the Seraphim were restrained in unbreakable energy cuffs. He dragged them toward the ship.
"I've got plans for these two," Jessie said, laughing pervertedly. "Maybe maids. Every ship needs maids, right?"
Kuina, nearby, was polishing her sword, unbothered. Uta giggled and waved her hand dismissively. "As long as they clean."
Back on the island, Uta turned and stared at Rayleigh. There was something about him… familiar.
"Old man," she said curiously. "You look familiar. Have we met?"
Rayleigh smiled. "You've grown up. I'm Rayleigh, former vice captain of the Roger Pirates."
Uta blinked. "Roger Pirates?"
Rayleigh nodded. "A long time ago… your father brought you to see me. You were just a shy little girl back then."
Rayleigh's memory flickered:
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*Years ago, on a quiet island, Shanks stood with a toddler Uta behind him. The little girl peeked from behind his red coat.*
"Is this your daughter?" Rayleigh asked.
Shanks rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah. The most beautiful daughter in the world."
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Back to the present, Uta's eyes widened. "Wait… I remember now. You were the nice uncle with the weird mustache!"
Rayleigh laughed heartily. "Still got the mustache, kid."
Uta and Rayleigh shared a warm laugh.
Meanwhile, **Vash** was being Vash. He ran around the Kuja Tribe village, flirting, playing jokes, and annoying the warriors.
"Hey, nice spear! Want to trade for my gun?"
WHACK!
A group of Kuja women beat him down with staff and kicks.
"OW! I was just being friendly!"
Uta sighed, and then stood. She raised her hand and began to sing—a soft, melodic tune that caused a spectral wave of energy to ripple across the battlefield.
"Song of Death… turned to Song of Life."
Those Kuja warriors who were wounded earlier found their wounds fading, muscles relaxing, strength returning.
"Healing Song…" Kuina muttered, watching.
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Jessie stood alone now at the center of the battlefield, looking up at the sky.
He thought of what had just happened.
- They saved Hancock.
- They repelled the Marines.
- They defeated the Seraphim.
- They conquered Amazon Lily.
He clenched his fist.
"This… is just the beginning."
The wind blew, carrying the scent of sakura blossoms across the battlefield.
And so, Amazon Lily was now under the rule of Voidreign.
Jessie returned to the ship, where the two restrained Seraphim were secured in chambers. Uta and Kuina decided to stay on the island a little longer, resting, helping the Kuja tribe rebuild.
Rayleigh remained, chatting with Hancock and occasionally glancing toward the horizon, lost in thought.
"I never thought I'd see the rise of another King," he said to himself.
But Jessie—Voidreign Jessie—was no ordinary king.
He was something more.