The World Government had fallen.
Arakawa Zenkichi stood at the summit, having crushed the Navy, absorbed the Yonko Pirates, and forced the ultimate powers of the pirate world to kneel before him.
No force remained that could challenge Zenkichi's dominance.
Not the Revolutionary Army.
Not the Shichibukai, who were nothing more than figureheads by this point.
After establishing the New World Government, Zenkichi began an aggressive restructuring of the world, with centralized authority as the foundation of his vision.
Despite its global reach, the former World Government had operated more like a fragile alliance. The so-called "member nations" paid Heavenly Tribute, and in return, received Navy protection. It was a transactional relationship—not true governance.
Each nation had full sovereignty within its borders. The World Government had no legal right to interfere with their internal affairs.
Zenkichi summoned the kings of every nation. He demanded they relinquish their authority.
In exchange, he offered them ceremonial honors and generous monthly stipends.
"This sort of demand..." many kings murmured, clearly reluctant.
"If we're to give up power," one bejeweled king proposed, "then we demand equal status and rights as the Celestial Dragons!"
Zenkichi chuckled coldly.
He raised a finger. A thin beam of light shot out—a laser—piercing straight through the man's skull.
Panic erupted. The kings shrank in their seats, horrified.
"If I give you a little color, you want to open a dye shop?" Zenkichi said flatly, his voice like ice. "Do you even know your worth?"
His eyes narrowed, his tone lethal. "The offer I made was out of mercy. Don't mistake it for negotiation."
"Your consent? It means nothing. Refuse, and I'll conquer your nation myself."
The room fell silent.
The kings realized the truth—Zenkichi's power was absolute. Resistance was meaningless. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮※𝓷𝓮𝓽
"We've always supported this!"
"Just a misunderstanding—of course, we surrender!"
Each king quickly bowed their head and relinquished their power.
Thus, the New World Government claimed direct control of all territories. The old nations were dismantled and reorganized into centrally managed cities.
"After establishing the New World Government, Zenkichi restructured the Navy and merged the Yonko Pirates into it," a revolutionary soldier reported.
"All territories previously controlled by the Yonko are now under the new government. The former kings have surrendered their authority, and their lands have been transformed into directly governed cities."
"The new Navy is rounding up pirates and criminals worldwide. Global order is steadily improving."
Dragon listened in silence, his expression growing increasingly grim.
"Zenkichi's reforms may have benefited the world… but they've made our revolutionary mission far more difficult."
"No doubt, he's a wise and capable ruler," Dragon said solemnly. "But we cannot rely on a single man to steer the future."
"True revolution demands the abolition of monarchies and the birth of genuine democratic freedom."
"The democracy the World Government claimed to uphold for 800 years must now be forged by our own hands."
But then a voice—calm, yet sharp—cut through the silence.
"Dreams like that… will never come true."
Startled, the revolutionaries turned. A young man stood in their conference room—handsome, composed, emanating power.
Gasps filled the room. His face had dominated headlines for months. None could mistake it.
"I'm not here to argue," Zenkichi said flatly. "I'm here to recruit you."
"You have two choices—surrender… or die."
The air itself seemed to bend under the pressure of his presence.
Many of the revolutionaries found themselves trembling, unable to lift their heads. Fear froze their bodies in place.
Dragon hesitated, clenched his fists… then finally exhaled.
This wasn't a battle they could win.
The rest of the room followed.
There was no point in fighting a force of nature.
Ace's expression twisted in disbelief as he read the latest newspaper headline.
He and his brothers had spent weeks fantasizing about meeting Zenkichi, dreaming of surprising him once they set sail.
But before they could even leave the shore… Zenkichi had reshaped the world.
He crushed the Yonko Pirates.
Overpowered the Navy.
Toppled the World Government.
Ended the age of pirates in one sweeping revolution.
What was left for them to do but look up at him, stunned?
Zenkichi reclined on his throne, the Pirate Empress perched beside him, lovingly feeding him fruit. Behind him, Imu—expressionless—massaged his shoulders like a silent maid.
Zenkichi appeared to be dozing off… but his mind was elsewhere.
His gaze was locked onto the translucent system interface only he could see.
Uchiha Madara's template—fully unlocked.
And now, a new one had appeared.
He stared at the bald-headed figure on the screen with a complicated smile.
The strongest. The unbeatable. The absurd.
"Let's finish unlocking this one…" Zenkichi muttered.
"…It's time for the next world."