The howling winds of destruction had barely faded when Shamrock moved.
There could be no loose ends.
The surviving remnants of the Blackbeard Pirates, scattered, terrified, desperate, attempted to flee across the ruins of Totto Land. Their bodies stumbled over frozen wreckage and shattered mountains, screams lost in the thunderous crack of breaking earth.
Shamrock gave no quarter.
Cerberus, now infused with the abyssal darkness of the Yami Yami no Mi, hunted with merciless precision. Each swing of his blade ripped brings forth nihility and absolute suppression of devil fruit abelites. This is especially fatal for all devil fruit powered Blackbeard remnants.
Burgess tried to flee, his muscles bulging grotesquely under the strain of terror. A single thrust pinned him to the ground like a discarded insect.
Laffitte tried to charm his way out, whispering desperate lies. Shamrock cleaved his head from his shoulders without a flicker of interest.
Doc Q, trembling atop his dying horse Stronger, unleashed clouds of plague only to be engulfed by darkness, his body disintegrating before he even realized his death had come.
One by one, the so called Titanic Captains fell.
Only Pudding remained, trembling, broken, clutching herself like a child clutches a fading dream. Tears streamed down her face as she begged.
"Please! You don't have to do this! I can be useful! I—I'll obey—!"
Shamrock's footsteps didn't even slow.
Pudding, a pitiful hybrid of arrogance and fear, screamed threats promising retaliation, vengeance from unseen allies. But Shamrock's gaze was colder than death itself.
Cerberus swung, clean and final.
Pudding's head rolled across the shattered ice, the power of memory flooding into Shamrock through the blade.
He stood still for a moment, allowing the power to fully settle.
A slow, deep pulse spread through his being.
The Memo Memo no Mi was now his.
The implications were profound.
He could now manipulate the memories of anyone. Entire populations, entire governments with but a thought.
A plan, more monstrous and magnificent than anything before, solidified within him.
Imu.
The unseen ruler of the world.
The master of the Void Century.
Soon, they would be nothing more than a memory. Erased, forgotten by even the Gorosei themselves.
In their place, only one name would be carved into the annals of history:Figarland Shamrock.King of Kings.God of the World.
But first, he needed to complete his preparation.
The Time-Time Fruit.
Without it, he could not guarantee flawless execution. Control over time was essential. Mobility across past, present, and future ensured total dominance.
And thus, he turned his attention to the next objective.
Beehive Island.
With Blackbeard dead, his stronghold was vulnerable. No leader, no organized defense.
The rest of the Blackbeard Pirates who had remained behind, Avalo Pizarro, Sanjuan Wolf, Vasco Shot, and others would surely be scrambling like rats without a ship.
Shamrock's expression remained impassive.
They would all die.
And among the vermin was another pest he had long planned to extinguish.Koby.
The so-called "Hero" of the Navy, who dared to halt Admiral Akainu's hand at Marineford, who dared to protect Straw Hat Luffy, the greatest threat to the world order at that time.
A hero? No.
A traitor. A deserter. A mere shit stain.
A worm who had tipped the scales of fate when the world needed a final judgment.
His sin was heavy.
His punishment inevitable.
Shamrock gazed toward the horizon where Beehive Island awaited. Festering, vulnerable, ripe for annihilation.
He sheathed Cerberus, the blade still dripping with taken power of memory and darkness.
With a ripple of dark energy, Shamrock vanished into the storm, a harbinger of the end that none could escape.