Dragon Clan Lonely One Piece

Shiki the Golden Lion's "Lionheart Empire" is like a relentless war machine, frantically expanding its territory across the New World.

Armed with Norton technology, the Lionheart fleet was invincible; Hellaswalg's strategic planning was impeccable; Fino's intelligence network was all-pervasive; and Nordri's iron-fisted suppression was terrifying.

The Empire's territory expands daily, and Shiki's fame and fear spread like a plague to every corner of the Grand Line.

He sat atop the golden throne of the floating islands, reveling in the unparalleled pleasure of conquest, his eyes reflecting the burning ambition to bring the Red Line under his control.

However, beneath this extreme noise and expansion, a strange undercurrent is quietly surging.

In some regions that were swiftly conquered by the empire through iron-fisted means, the flames of resistance were not completely extinguished, but instead brewed in deeper darkness.

Herraswalg's report on the "passive resistance" encountered by resource expropriation in some areas was regarded by Shiki as a lament of the weak and incompetent, and he casually approved the order to "increase the expropriation efforts and, if necessary, purge the leaders."

He didn't think deeply about whether these scattered sparks might one day be blown into a raging fire by a sudden gust of wind.

Meanwhile, at the end of the Grand Line, Laugh Tale.

Gol D. Roger stood before an ancient ruin, his hand touching a stone tablet inscribed with unknown characters. His body trembled slightly, not from fear, but from enlightenment.

Ohara scholar Nico Olbia stood beside him, tears silently streaming down her cheeks. These were complex emotions—a mixture of sadness, anger, and relief—after learning the truth about the Void Century, understanding the destiny of the Ancient Weapons, and comprehending the legacy of the Will of D.

"So...that's it..."

Roger's voice was a little hoarse. He raised his head and looked at the sky over Laugh Tale, which was different from the outside world and seemed to contain the secrets of the whole world.

“Joyboy…Im…the World Government…has woven a colossal lie.”

Rayleigh stood silently behind him, the future King of the Underworld, his face also filled with solemnity.

The young faces of Shanks and Bucky were filled with shock and confusion.

"This truth... is too heavy."

Roger spoke slowly, looking at his companions with an indescribable light in his eyes.

"But it must be revealed. Not now, but one day... This world needs a great 'war' to shatter this false tranquility!"

He made a decision.

He will not reveal the truth at this moment, as that would only invite the world government's desperate attempt to eliminate him.

He had to wait, wait for the right opportunity, wait for someone who could carry this truth and lead the tide of the times to appear.

The Roger Pirates began their quiet withdrawal from Laugh Tale, taking with them the truth and a secret pact concerning the future of the world.

Marineford, Elijah's office.

At night, only one desk lamp was on in the office.

Before Ilya lay the defense report of the G-5 branch, but his mind was simultaneously processing several mental links spanning vast distances.

Norton's thoughts were cold and precise.

"Master, Shiki's reliance on the 'Lionheart' warship has reached its expected level. All core unit backdoors remain silent and ready for takeover at any time. The Empire's resource reserves have reached a critical point, sufficient to sustain the expenditure of a world war."

Herraswalg's thoughts followed closely, carrying a sense of complete control.

"Shiki's arrogance has eroded his judgment. His neglect of internal conflicts and his underestimation of the threat posed by the World Government have reached their peak."

Apart from a few core members, most of his generals were bound by shared interests and had limited loyalty.

The 'catalyst' to trigger their all-out attack on the Red Line is ready: top-secret intelligence regarding the location of the 'national treasure' energy core beneath Mary Geoise.

Fino's ideas were like the sharpest blade, simple yet deadly.

"Internal cleanup complete. All potential destabilizing factors have been identified or eliminated. The World Government CP0's infiltration network into the Empire has been largely established, and reverse information transmission channels have been set up."

Ilya's will, like an ice field at absolute zero, calmly received and processed all information.

He "saw" in his mental vision the energy cluster representing the Shiki Empire, burning as hot as boiling oil in a raging fire, yet riddled with cracks inside.

"Looking" at the massive shadow that represents the world government, seemingly stable but actually internally rigid and corrupt.

"Watch" as the Roger Pirates, like a shooting star carrying secrets and hopes, quietly streaks across the sky, heading towards their destined end.

"The time is coming."

Ilya's thoughts were like a final verdict.

"When the Roger Pirates left Laugh Tale, when Shiki raised his battle flag on the Red Line, when the World Government was forced to reveal 'Ultraman'... that was the end of the old era's symphony and the beginning of a new era."

He slightly raised his hand, his fingertips lightly touching the air. A faint, almost imperceptible ripple of darkness spread out, silently merging into the surrounding air.

This is a subtle fluctuation of Nidhogg's power, the prelude to the end, the harbinger of everything being devoured.

"Continue monitoring, and remain silent."

Ilya gave the final instructions.

"Wait for my signal."

"Yes!"

The link was severed.

Ilya refocused his attention on the naval documents on the table, picked up his pen, and began to review them. His expression was focused and serious, as if he were simply a dutiful vice admiral worried about the deteriorating pirate situation.

Outside the window, the cool moonlight illuminated the seemingly tranquil Marineford. The lights of the patrol boats in the harbor traced faint streaks on the dark sea.

However, beneath this silent night, the gears of fate had already meshed to their final step.

Three immense forces—an arrogant empire, an ancient government, and the Pirate King who knows the truth—are being pushed towards a final collision by an invisible hand.

And the one holding the reins is none other than the Dragon Ancestor, hidden in the deepest recesses, who uses the world as a chessboard and all living beings as chess pieces.

The silence before the final battle is often the most oppressive and the most deadly.