"The Ancient Weapon... Pluton!!"
A sudden, sharp shriek echoed from the adjoining lounge. Drake and his companions traded quick, unreadable glances, momentarily disconnected from the exact framework of the conversation.
However, a highly accurate deduction rapidly solidified within Drake's mind: this specific disclosure was invariably the hidden variable explaining why the World Government had unleashed its elite assets to dragnet Vivi.
According to historical data logs, the royal lineage governing the Arabasta Kingdom was originally one of the twenty founding dynasties that had constructed the World Government eight hundred years ago. Yet for reasons lost to time, the Nefertari family had flatly refused to ascend to the Holy Land to claim the mantle of the Celestial Dragons.
Compounded by the classified coordinates of the Ancient Weapon Pluton, these deep, structural secrets had systematically faded from the global matrix.
But looking at the active telemetry, these ancient anomalies were finally forcing their way to the surface...
Inside the main cabin, Usopp slammed both palms over his mouth in frantic haste, yet his eyes remained wide as massive shields.
The weight of the intelligence was simply too staggering for his cognitive systems to compute.
The World Government hadn't merely mapped the existence of the Ancient Weapon; their vanguard had actively initiated high-velocity excavation operations at the site. This meant that before an extended timeline could elapse, the sovereign engine of destruction that had slumbered beneath the sands for centuries would formally re-enter the global grid.
When that hour struck, the weapon would project more than enough destructive mass to inflict absolute, terminal devastation upon the entire civilized world.
Not a single soul anchored across this ocean harbored a shred of raw doubt regarding the apocalyptic potency of the Ancient Weapons; had the threat level been mediocre, the supreme architects of the regime would have never regarded them with such intense, desperate paranoia and absolute lust.
Historically, the absolute ban engineered by the global regime to mathematically forbid any translation of the Poneglyphs was driven explicitly by two operational objectives—one of which was to permanently restrict anyone from unsealing the data tracking the Ancient Weapons.
"It's true, everyone..." Vivi blinked back the tears welling in her eyes, staring at the familiar faces of the Straw Hat vanguard as she choked out the syllables. "It has been such an immense timeline since our paths last crossed, yet the absolute first thing my vessel demands upon our reunion is to beg for your collective strength once more..."
"Exactly what classification of garbage language is slipping past your teeth, Vivi?!" Luffy cut her off instantly, his voice absolute and unyielding. "Has your memory file cleanly purged the parameters of our sacred covenant? We are lifelong companions, damn it!"
"Superb! The navigation vector is finalized—our armada alters its course to Arabasta!" Luffy roared, sweeping his arm in a fierce arc.
"Precisely, Vivi! How could our vanguard stand idly by and permit Arabasta to sustain a terminal structural failure? Rest easy; backed by the absolute mass of our crew, whatever trash that Pluton weapon amounts to will be systematically neutralized," Usopp noted, tracing a single finger beneath his nose as a proud, sweeping grin split his face.
"Everyone..." Vivi's vision blurred with thick moisture, before her head dropped in a succession of heavy, deeply grateful nods. "Thank you!"
"However, that Ancient Weapon... its parameter stabilization must be secured at all costs. My father's intelligence logs explicitly state that Pluton commands an extraordinary, cataclysmic output. A single discharge of its primary battery possesses sufficient kinetic mass to permanently erase an entire land mass from the map."
"WHAT?! An entire... an entire island completely vaporized?!" Usopp's physical frame executed a violent, involuntary shudder, a thick trail of mucous lazily escaping his nostrils.
Evidently, his internal nervous system had sustained a massive wave of primitive terror.
"Mm. That is the baseline destructive metric governed by the Ancient Weapons," Robin added smoothly, stepping into the center of the alignment.
Regarding the dataset confirming Pluton's burial within the territory of Arabasta, her cognitive files had logged the parameters since the dawn of her voyage. Yet the exact microsecond she formalised her enlistment under Luffy's banner, that information had been completely archived as an irrelevant variable.
An engine of destruction meant absolute zero to her thoughts—nor did a single member of the Straw Hat crew allocate processing power to covet its mass.
But evaluating the active matrix shifts, the resurrection of Pluton appeared to be tracking along an unavoidable trajectory.
"Vivi, if the shadow agencies of the World Government have already mapped the absolute physical coordinates of Pluton, what structural necessity forced their command channels to secure your person?" Nami questioned, her analytical mind hunting the missing link.
"It's the bloodline!" Robin stepped forward with blinding speed, gently grabbing Vivi's left forearm.
Carved deep into the delicate skin was a long, precise laceration, the edges still weeping a thin trail of fresh, brilliant crimson. The biological parameters verified that the structural integrity of the tissue had been manually sundered quite recently—comfortably within the past forty-eight hours.
"My historical translations of the historical bedrock explicitly detailed that the Ancient Weapon Pluton is anchored deep beneath the desert expanses of Arabasta. However, initiating the terminal activation sequence to unseal its true sovereign power requires the biological authorization of the Arabasta royal lineage."
"The royal bloodline?" The gathering murmured in unison, absolute comprehension unrolling across their minds.
An engine of war whose core activation metrics were explicitly tied to a bloodline key? The historical data verified that Pluton was a super-battleship constructed by the legendary shipwrights of Water 7 centuries ago. Evaluating the mechanics through standard engineering logic, this phenomenon completely defied all operational common sense.
Since when did a structural maritime hull require biological plasma to fire its engines?
"The parameters track exactly along that line. The historical records suggest Pluton was buried beneath the desert sands by our ancestors roughly eight hundred years ago, explicitly to ensure that this terrifying, world-shaking force remained permanently sealed away from the global grid."
"Furthermore, they engineered a highly specialized, lockdown matrix—an untouchable seal that can only be sundered by the biological signatures of our royal family. And for reasons my lineage has failed to decode, it appears the authorization matrix reacts exclusively to the biological markers of female royal descendants," Vivi explained, her gaze darkening with a profound sense of heavy helplessness.
"Vivi! Your forearm..." Luffy's pupils shrank to pinpricks.
"Yes... their field extraction teams have already successfully siphoned my biological plasma. I genuinely... I don't know what strategic options my vanguard has left to deploy..."
"This..." Nami stepped inside her perimeter, wrapping her arms around Vivi's trembling frame as she murmured softly, "Rest easy, Vivi. The situation will comfortably resolve itself. Luffy and the crew are anchoring your flanks. Furthermore, we command the synchronized combat mass of Luffy's two older brothers—backed by an alliance of this legendary tier, my intellect projects that this world lacks a solitary force capable of blocking our advance."
The members of the Straw Hat vanguard let out a proud, unbothered grin.
Following an extended timeline of intense global trials and deep internal refinement, their active capabilities were light-years removed from the baseline metrics they had possessed two years prior.
"Vivi! Maintain your resolve, our blades are firmly at your disposal." Zoro rested his palm lazily against the familiar hilt of his Wado Ichimonji, a razor-sharp, confident smirk playing across his features.
"Hey! You miserable moss-head! The elite gentleman whose absolute destiny is to safeguard Vivi-chan and protect her sovereign kingdom is me!" Sanji violently shoved his palm against Zoro's skull, before rotating his frame to throw a dazzling, intensely devoted smile toward Vivi.
"Vivi-chan, calm your beautiful heart. You simply need to delegate the entirety of this crisis onto my absolute devotion."
Even as the syllables cleared his throat, Sanji's eyes rapidly mutated into bright, throbbing hearts, his physical frame losing its equilibrium as he prepared to launch himself toward Vivi's coordinate in a manic display of affection.
"Clear the sector, you absolute tool!" Nami executed a flawless, high-velocity spinning crescent kick, burying her heel squarely into the center of Sanji's face.
BANG!
Sanji's facial geometry sustained a deep, comical indentation as his physical vessel was hammered flat against the iron bulkheads of the lounge.
"Vivi, you have our absolute covenant; our vanguard will never sit idly by while this tragedy unfolds." Nami rotated her neck to lock her focus onto the captain. "Luffy, execute an immediate displacement to coordinate with Big Brother Drake. Our fleet must recalculate its navigation vectors immediately."
"Understood!" Luffy barked in compliance.
Yet the exact microsecond he prepared to pivot his frame, Drake and Sabo smoothly cleared the threshold of the outer corridor, closing the distance to their alignment.
"Sabo... Drake..."
"Our monitoring arrays have already processed the comprehensive breakdown of the Arabasta equation. The active variables confirm our timeline is exceptionally tight," Drake stated calmly, stepping into the center of the lounge as he unsealed a freshly decrypted intelligence print, passing the document directly into Sabo's hand.
"Analyze these front-line data points."
Sabo accepted the printed sheet, his eyes tracking the text as his pupils executed a violent contraction, his expression rapidly fluctuating between extreme gravity and sheer disbelief.
"What strategic shift has occurred, Sabo?" The Division Commanders of the resistance and Luffy pressed forward in unison, deeply startled by the severe lapse in his composure.
"The Revolutionary Army has officially initialized its total, synchronized mobilization sequence—Command has decreed the immediate commencement of an all-out war to permanently demolish the Celestial Dragons! Furthermore, Admiral Kizaru... his true profile has been unsealed as an absolute deep-cover asset of our resistance network..."
"WHAT THE HELL?!" The Division Commanders stared with wide, completely blank eyes, looking exactly as though their audio arrays had just processed a thoroughly preposterous, reality-bending joke.
"You assert that Marine Admiral Kizaru... is a sworn operative of our resistance?!"
"The data is verified. Furthermore, the global resistance forces have fully breached their defensive constraints, and this entire world-shaping crusade is being personally spearheaded by the Supreme Commander, Dragon!" Sabo declared, his voice heavy with supreme solemnity.
The shockwave of the disclosure didn't merely fracture the resistance cells; at this exact fraction of a second, the entire Straw Hat vanguard stood completely paralyzed with sheer, unadulterated shock. A Marine Admiral—one of the three ultimate titans anchoring the Navy's military power—was a deep-cover agent of the Revolutionary Army?
Was there an alternative narrative across the history of this planet that could qualify as more thoroughly wild and unbelievable than this?
"Can this intelligence genuinely be mapped as an absolute fact? Exactly what variables generated this layout?" Luffy questioned, his mind struggling to process the parameters.
Drake casually seated himself across a nearby bench. At this current juncture, declaring this intelligence as an absolute, verified fact remained slightly premature; however, the rumor mill across the global matrix had already entered a state of massive, high-velocity expansion.
The core physics driving the analysis stemmed from a solitary variable: Admiral Kizaru had been deployed as a single-unit vanguard explicitly to lock down and contain the resistance's central command node. Yet down the line, his encryption keys had gone completely silent, whereas the Revolutionary Army had seamlessly launched a massive, unrestricted global offensive across all theaters.
An operational anomaly of that scale naturally forced the strategic think-tanks of the world to generate deep, highly critical suspicions.
Granted, an alternative probability dictated that the global news tycoon, Big News Morgans, was simply weaponizing the tactical vacuum to print a sensational, hyper-inflated narrative. Kizaru might have merely sustained temporary damage during his clash against Dragon, causing a brief disruption in his communication arrays.
Sabo systematically unrolled the text of the report, providing an exhaustive, word-for-word breakdown of the geopolitical dispatch for the assembly.
Discovering that the intelligence had yet to achieve definitive, absolute verification, a collective wave of baseline relief washed through the lounge, though their minds remained profoundly stunned by the sheer gravity of the equation.