Beehive Island, Blackbeard's lawless den of pirates, lowlifes, and degenerates. It was a cesspool of filth, now leaderless and vulnerable. Shamrock would not allow even a trace of the Blackbeard Pirates to remain.
Aboard a jet-black warship carved from the bones of sea kings and reinforced with sea prism stone, Shamrock sailed alone. His Cerberus sword at his side, its three heads quietly murmuring with anticipation. Behind him trailed a fleet of CP-0 warships, manned by agents who had long since abandoned conventional morality to serve their master with fanatical loyalty.
Beehive Island came into view.
Even from a distance, Shamrock could sense the chaotic energy. The remaining members of the Blackbeard Pirates had holed up inside the mountain fortress, still celebrating and having carnival for who knows what reason. The fools.
"Burn them all," Shamrock ordered.
The CP-0 agents moved with mechanical precision. Cannonballs whistled through the air, explosions illuminating the night like stars dying in rapid succession. Screams erupted. Fire spread like a divine judgment, engulfing the wicked paradise.
Devon unleashed her Zoan transformation and charged through the fire. Shamrock met her head on, bisecting her mid-lunge with a single swing of Cerberus. Her monstrous form shrieked before turning to ash.
Vasco Shot, drunk and raging, launched a barrage of flame bullets, his body twisting with unpredictable moves. Shamrock walked through them, unaffected by the heat, and plunged his sword into the man's gut. The flame turned black, corrupted by darkness, before consuming Vasco from within.
Sanjuan Wolf, the massive giant, attempted to flatten the entire battlefield. Shamrock took to the sky using the force ejected from his foot using the power of darkness. He plummeted down like a meteor, blazing with advanced conqueror haki, crashing into Wolf's skull with enough force to crater the island.
Pizarro melded with the fortress, trying to become the land itself. Shamrock invoked the full gravity of the Dark-Dark Fruit, and the fortress screamed as its foundations were crushed under a black implosion. From the rubble, Shamrock ripped Pizarro's true body and crushed his heart with a bare hand.
With the Hive cleansed, Shamrock turned his gaze toward the next phase.
Now possessing the powers of darkness and memory, Shamrock's plan shifted to a new target. Imu, the so-called god of the world. The shadow behind the throne of the World Government. The last threat to absolute supremacy. Revolutionary army and the rest of the pirate rabble are insignificant compared to such a huge threat like Imu. The sole god who has reigned over the world for over 800 years. Compared to him, the so called "celestial dragons" residing in the land of gods are simply monkeys, unworthy of the status of god. They will be purged together with Imu. No need for monkeys masquerading as gods when there will be an actual eternal god who will reign over the world.
But first, the final piece had to be found the Time-Time Fruit.
Only one stop remained before total dominion.
There was one last roach scurrying in the shadows.
"Koby," Shamrock growled, his eyes narrowing.
The so called hero was hiding among the ruins of Beehive's lower districts, injured but defiant.
But defiance won't save him this time around. There will be no Shanks, Luffy, Garp or any other plot device to save this sewer rat this time.
Shamrock landed beside him without a word. Koby looked up, terrified, eyes wide like a cornered animal.
There was no conversation.
No final plea.
Just the brutal crack of bone as Shamrock brought his heel infused with haki down.
Koby's skull caved in like wet clay.
There would be no monument. No legacy. Only blood.