"What? He actually ran?" Luffy was in disbelief.
Drake smirked. To think the man was still trying to escape at a time like this. Today, even if the three Marine Admirals gathered together, they wouldn't be able to save you!
"Do you really think you can escape?" Drake's voice appeared right in front of Lucci like a phantom. Immediately following it was a punch that literally sundered the air.
TEAR!
"Iron Body: Steel!" Lucci crossed his arms in front of his chest, hardening his entire body.
BOOM!
The massive shockwave kicked up a towering wave, causing the sea to violently churn.
Hit squarely by the impact, Lucci was violently blasted backward. A massive dent fractured the muscular structure of his solid forearms.
In midair, Lucci's eyes gradually began to roll back, but he ultimately managed to regain consciousness. Right at that moment, however, the hairs on his body stood completely on end.
A primitive warning of death suddenly struck his mind.
Sabo swept forward on his wings, bringing his lead pipe down in a brutal, crushing strike against Lucci's back. Lucci was completely defenseless against this blow.
THUD!
A thunderous boom resonated across the void. The bones in Lucci's body fractured completely, and he hacked up a massive, unbridled torrent of blood.
A dark red light shot into the sky as Luffy clenched both fists and threw them forward in a brutal arc.
His fists rocketed through the sky like guided missiles, producing a piercing screech as they ground against the air currents. Without exception, the double punch slammed squarely into Lucci's falling body.
BOOM!
The tyrannical force nearly tore completely through Lucci's frame. Already hovering on the brink of death, Lucci spewed out a large cloud of blood and foam from the impact.
It was heavily mixed with fragments of his internal organs.
The strike was truly earth-shattering.
A few heads slowly broke the surface of the sea nearby. Watching Luffy's celestial strike, the surviving Marines were shocked beyond measure.
Rob Lucci, an elite asset whose active combat mass rivaled a Marine Admiral, had been rendered completely broken and half-dead in a matter of mere exchanges!
These were the Legendary Four Brothers who defined the New Era!
If the four of them formed a unified alignment, it would truly signify the absolute end of the world.
At this exact juncture, they finally unraveled the World Government's true strategic objective behind its global crusade against the resistance.
They had always logged data verifying the brothers were exceptionally strong, but they had never simulated a reality where their strength parameters reached this mind-boggling tier. Their active output comfortably stabilized within the absolute zenith of Admirals and Emperors.
With these four individuals compounded by the massive factions backing them, claiming they possessed the capacity to destroy the world was an analysis they would fully believe.
The group slowly touched down on the deck, staring at Lucci's limp form as it drifted down from the sky.
"Is the pigeon-bastard... dead?" Luffy asked softly.
Drake kept his gaze locked onto the falling, motionless Lucci, a sharp gleam rippling across his eyes. He had yet to receive the audio notification from the system.
SHING!
The Canhong Sword materialized in Drake's hand. Taking a sharp step forward, he vanished into the air and executed a clean execution slash.
PUCHI!
The edge sundered Lucci's neck with absolute ease. Crimson sprayed violently across the void as the skull parted from the frame.
Landing back on the deck, Drake smoothly sheathed his blade. "He is now."
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: Mission complete. Advanced Raffle Wheel unsealed. Reward: One intermediate raffle chance distributed to vault.]
The surrounding companions blinked in unison. Drake's execution had been far too fast for their processing arrays to map the trajectory.
Regardless, Lucci's permanent elimination was a welcome outcome.
This individual had drawn a limitless reservoir of deep, burning hatred from both the Revolutionary Army and the Straw Hat vanguard.
Ending his existence today was the ultimate fulfillment of everyone's desires.
"Let's clear the harbor! I'll extract the others while we're at it," Drake stated. Under the awed stares of the crew, he unsealed the entrance to his pocket dimension.
Releasing the prisoners from the interior space, the combined assembly returned to the Going Guard in tandem.
Witnessing Drake and his alliance vacate the theater, the few Marines who had successfully escaped liquidation slowly poked their heads out from the water.
Staring at Lucci's headless body, their minds were completely choked with complex horror—particularly when analyzing the physical state of the corpse.
It was a truly gruesome sight. Nearly every quadrant of his frame had sustained massive, deep indentations; his bone structure was entirely fractured and pulverized into shards.
Multiple jagged bones had ruptured clean through the organic tissue, exposed to the open air.
How utterly wretched...
"Frantic... frantically notify Marine Headquarters regarding the active telemetry of this engagement, quickly! The Legendary Four Brothers... officially command the absolute capacity to destroy the entire civilized world!!"
Aboard the Going Guard, Drake and his alliance gathered inside the primary lounge alongside the newly extracted resistance members.
The exact microsecond the Straw Hat crew verified Vivi's safety, they swarmed her perimeter. Initializing a flurry of anxious questions regarding her health, the cabin quickly transformed into a loud, incredibly warm reunion.
Concurrently, Sabo closed ranks with the Division Commanders of the Revolutionary Army to evaluate their status.
Drake cast a subtle glance toward Kenshin and the others, and the core members of the Dragon Flag Pirates smoothly deciphered his intent, nodding in absolute understanding.
The group quietly filed out of the lounge, deliberately ceding an isolated, private space for Sabo, Luffy, and their companions to comfortably revisit old histories.
Finding a quiet spot to seat himself, Drake unsealed his system interface to utilize the high-value asset he had just secured.
"Initialize intermediate raffle deployment."
Deep within his consciousness, a colossal raffle wheel suddenly materialized before Drake's focus. The sections of the wheel were densely populated with countless familiar items he recognized from past files.
Concurrently, a few completely unmapped assets dotted the layout.
Standard infant diapers, infant pacifiers, a modern single-gear bicycle...
Faced with those low-tier joke items, Drake's internal nervous system had long since lost the capacity to formulate a response.
Fortunately, while the intermediate registry retained a few thoroughly useless assets, the baseline quality had scaled considerably.
Premium Moutai liquor, 1982 Lafite wine...
While these consumer goods were substantially higher in value, his independent operations had absolute zero practical utility for them.
Exactly what logic was the system deploying here?
Drake refrained from over-analyzing the garbage files, noting that the wheel still archived a significant volume of top-tier assets.
A semi-automatic fighter jet, proximity explosive balloons, Senzu beans... Suddenly, Drake's eyes snapped wide. He mapped one of the unsealed, previously hidden items, and its properties looked exceptionally unique.
The Pill of Primordial Creation!
Holy hell.
Merely parsing the nomenclature verified that the asset commanded an extraordinary, reality-bending depth.
Although his database lacked an explicit breakdown of its primary functions, he recognized that a creation-tier item would mathematically refuse to disappoint his expectations.
It closely mirrored the properties of the Berserk Pill currently stored in his inventory.
Precisely; over this extended timeline, he had systematically completed a long progression of sequential system mandates.
Throughout those campaigns, aside from the Berserk Pill, his vault had absorbed various alternative assets, but evaluating their field efficiency, their metrics trailed significantly behind that primary pill.
True to its designation, the Berserk Pill was engineered to forcefully explode the biological limits of the user's vessel, unlocking the absolute totality of the hidden reserves archived within the muscular and nervous systems.
Under ordinary parameters, that latent force was entirely unreachable—practically non-existent.
The exact microsecond the Berserk Pill was consumed, the user's biological subsystems would optimize exponentially for a strict duration of ten minutes, hitting the absolute maximum ceiling their vessel could tolerate before sustaining permanent failure.
It yielded a destructive force that cleanly sundered all baseline limits.
However, the chemical reaction carried a severe biological toll.
The post-activation backlogs would likely lock the user's vessel into an absolute comatose state for two full days. After all, sustaining a force that sundered one's structural limits generated a catastrophic strain on the biological scaffolding.
Up to this hour, Drake had systematically avoided deploying the asset; the specific field metrics remained entirely unmapped.
It wasn't a question of cowardice; rather, his campaigns had simply failed to present an emergency window demanding its use.
Ever since his cruise crossed the two-year threshold, Drake's raw physical metrics had firmly stabilized at the absolute apex of the maritime world. Not a single adversary had possessed the necessary combat mass to push his vessel to the brink of absolute destruction.
Consequently, the pill had remained securely locked away.
Yet looking at the geopolitical shifts initializing across the sea, a distinct intuition surfaced: down the line... his vanguard might realistically require its activation.
"Deploy raffle execution!" Drake reached his consciousness forward, firmly clicking the activation mechanism anchoring the center of the interface.
The colossal wheel accelerated instantly, transforming into a blurred ring of residual tracking data within milliseconds. Yet Drake's optimized perception tracked the precise microsecond the indicator needle slid across the individual sectors.
His internal thoughts tightened slightly.
He possessed zero requirement for alternative consumer goods. Exactly what manner of reality this Pill of Primordial Creation would unseal was a dataset he passionately yearned to verify.
Land it...
Under Drake's unblinking scrutiny, the acceleration curves of the indicator began a smooth, steady decline.
Moutai liquor... slide past it, slide past it, Drake shouted frantically within his mind.
Before long, the needle successfully cleared the Moutai registry, sliding onto the coordinate of a Barrett high-caliber sniper rifle!
This asset was arguably something Drake had historically desired to secure. Driven by pure engineering curiosity, he had always wanted to run a diagnostic to see what tier of destructive weight a Barrett rifle could unleash when compounded by advanced Observation Haki tracking and high-level Armament Haki infusion.
But at this precise juncture, it failed to match his high-priority needs.
"Don't freeze there..." Watching the indicator needle near an absolute halt, the corners of Drake's lips executed a violent twitch.
Was his luck genuinely tracking along the lines of that ancient axiom—the exact item one loathes to see is the precise variable the universe delivers?
Did the system have to be this toxic?
However, at that exact microsecond, the needle, which had effectively hit absolute zero velocity, executed a microscopic, passing shudder, sliding onto the subsequent sector.
The Pill of Primordial Creation!
The data was verified... the deployment had genuinely succeeded?
Drake felt a profound wave of sheer unreality wash over his mind.