Just as Saturn, one of the Five Elders, pondered the inexplicable silence from his subordinates, the long-awaited report finally came.
But it was nothing short of another disaster.
"No, Lord Saturn! No signal! Not a single response!"
"All our Den Den Mushi—none of them can connect beyond the island!"
"Master Saturn, our emergency communication network—it's completely blocked!"
Saturn's expression darkened, his presence suddenly oppressive. His voice dropped to a razor-sharp whisper, far more terrifying than any outburst.
"Do you understand what you are saying?" His cold, unblinking gaze bore into the kneeling CP0 agents. "The Den Den Mushi aboard the ship were equipped with anti-jamming technology. Are you suggesting they failed?"
The agents flinched, the weight of his words pressing down on them like an iron shackle.
"W-We used them, my lord… but they didn't work."
"The anti-jamming models were active, yet… There was nothing. Not interference. Not static. Just—nothing."
"We don't understand, my lord… Could Vegapunk have developed a technology that nullifies communication entirely?"
Saturn's fury ignited, his presence expanding like a black hole.
"Useless vermin." His voice, though quiet, carried the weight of absolute authority. "You cower before me, yet you dare bring me speculation instead of solutions?"
"Forgive us, Lord Saturn!" The CP0 agents pressed their foreheads to the ground, their bodies shaking under his withering gaze.
Saturn exhaled slowly, his patience fraying. This was no ordinary jamming. If the most advanced Den Den Mushi failed, then something—no, someone—was deliberately severing their lines to the outside world.
And that meant the enemy was far more prepared than they had assumed.
Yet, beneath his rage, a sliver of unease crept into Saturn's heart. Their forces had been completely overpowered. Their emergency signals were silenced. And worst of all…
He couldn't rely on his strength to defeat Buggy—not the man now feared as the strongest in the world.
Even Shanks had required a concerted effort to be suppressed. But now, the battlefield had shifted—and it was clear that fate had turned against him today. Saturn's fists clenched. If he failed to realize he had walked into a carefully laid trap, then he would be a fool unworthy of his title.
Somewhere, their movements had been leaked. Perhaps from the Red-Haired Pirates' intervention. And now, with Buggy joining forces with Monkey D. Dragon, the leader of the Revolutionary Army, it was clear—they planned to erase the Five Elders here and now.
But Saturn was no coward. As one of the rulers of the world, he would fight to the bitter end.
"Hurricane Dragon King—Gale Dragon Claw Fist!"
The howling wind screeched across the battlefield.
Before Saturn could unleash his full power, a resounding dragon's roar echoed in the distance.
WOOSH!
From above, a monstrous cyan dragon descended from the heavens, the sheer force of its presence splitting the skies apart.
A booming voice followed, brimming with divine fury.
"A mere insect dares to rebel against the gods?" It was Figarland Garling.
His golden eyes blazed with contempt as he raised his sword high. "You are beyond salvation, Dragon! Know your place!"
"God-Slaying Slash!"
With a single, swift stroke, Garling's blade ripped through the air, black-and-red lightning crackling as a towering wave of blue-tinged sword energy erupted toward the incoming dragon.
ROOOOAAAR!
The entire battlefield trembled as Monkey D. Dragon, covered in swirling jade-green winds, plunged downward. His draconic form shimmered against the blade's radiance, his claws crackling with raw power.
With a thunderous clash, the dragon's black-scaled claws, wreathed in the same black-red lightning of a conqueror, shattered Garling's devastating slash like brittle glass.
With a deafening crack, the cyan sword light infused with Conqueror's Haki shattered, unable to withstand Dragon's devastating Gale Dragon Claw Fist.
WHOOSH! CLANG!
In the blink of an eye, Dragon—now a streak of jade-green wind—closed the distance, appearing before Figarland Garling in an instant. Without hesitation, his black-scaled claws, shimmering with Armament Haki, seized Garling's longsword mid-swing. Sparks erupted as steel met raw power.
"What?! Impossible!"
Garling's eyes widened in shock. A mere mortal dared to grab his blade with his bare hands? The arrogance of it all! His expression twisted with fury.
"You wretch! DIE!"
"Not necessarily," Dragon quipped, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.
The moment Garling tensed to sever Dragon's hand, the revolutionary leader made his move. Still gripping the blade, Dragon shifted his weight and whipped his leg around in a blinding arc.
"Tempest Kick—Storm Dragon Fury!"
A howling gust of wind surged around his leg, razor-sharp and relentless. The strike found its mark beneath Garling's ribs, a direct hit that sent shockwaves rippling across the battlefield.
BOOM!
Garling's body rocketed backward, tearing through the air like a cyan comet. His armored form smashed through mountains and fortresses, leaving a trail of destruction across Egghead Island.
Dragon exhaled, lowering his leg as he watched Garling's form disappear into the wreckage. He rubbed his chin, musing aloud.
"Huh… I thought a 'God Knight' would put up more of a fight." His smirk widened. "I'll admit, punching a Celestial Dragon feels… oddly satisfying. No wonder Luffy and Buggy enjoy it so much."
The winds around him settled, but before he could give chase—
"Hmph! Since you're just standing there, Aijia shall have some fun!"
A melodic voice cut through the battlefield.
Before Dragon could react, Boa Hancock transformed into a streak of pink light, hurtling toward the remaining five Knights of God.
WHOOSH!
The moment the knights realized she was attacking them alone, their expressions darkened with contempt.
"Presumptuous!"
"A mere pirate dares challenge us?"
"A filthy slave like you doesn't even deserve to stand before us!"
"Melting Moon Slash!"
"Tempered-Steel Fist!"
In an instant, the God Knights unleashed a coordinated counterattack, their blades and fists crackling with Haki. They held nothing back, fully intending to overwhelm her with sheer force.
Bu,t Hancock was no ordinary woman—and she was far from the naive princess she once was.
"Desperate Medusa!"
She skidded to a halt mere meters away and twirled gracefully, her movements hypnotic. A wave of vivid pink mist erupted from her, sweeping toward the knights like an unstoppable tide.
Their eyes widened.
"Damn it—! Don't breathe it in!"
"Full-body Haki, now!"
Despite their lightning-fast reflexes, some of them weren't quick enough. Before they could fully coat their bodies in Haki, the mystical pink energy seeped through, and several knightwere s partially petrified—stone creeping up their limbs.
Hancock's ruby-red lips curled into a smug smile.
"Fragrant Emission: Perfume Bloom!"
She kicked gracefully, launching several crescent-shaped pink moon blades toward the immobilized knights. The petrified warriors could only watch, helpless, as the devastating strikes tore toward them.
BOOM!
One of the God Knights instinctively raised his arm to block the incoming Tempest Kicks, but the moment he did—
CRACK!
A creeping layer of stone formed across the back of his hand.
"What?! This attack bypasses Haki?!"
A flicker of unease passed through the group.
"Damn it! We can't block it head-on, or we'll be turned to stone!"
"Then cut it down!"
"Hmph! Six Powers? We're masters of it!"
Realizing they couldn't tank Hancock's attacks, the God Knights adjusted their strategy. In an instant, the five of them split apart, moving with blinding speed as they launched a flurry of slashes and Tempest Kicks toward the Empress from all directions!
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
Blades of wind and compressed air rained down on Hancock.
But before she could react—
"Hmph! You think we're just gonna stand by and watch?!"
A familiar, melodious voice rang out.
"Sister! Let me help you!"
A pink blur rushed in, intercepting the incoming attacks.
"Perfume Femur—Grande!"
"Half-step collapse, Fist!"
"Desert Vajra Sword!"
"Dragon Claw Fist!"
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Almost simultaneously, several figures from the Buggy Pirates launched their counterattacks, their techniques colliding mid-air with the incoming slashes!
Even though they knew Hancock was powerful, they weren't about to stand by and let her fight alone.
From a distance, Gecko Moria watched the battle unfold. With a scoff, he turned to Lucci and the others.
"Oi, what are you just standing there for?" Moria tilted his head, grinning wickedly. "We're pirates, remember? Since when did we give a damn about honor when it comes to Celestial Dragons?"
His words made Lucci and the others twitch.
But Lucci wasn't a fool, nor was he bound by useless morality. His golden eyes gleamed coldly as he made his decision.
"Tch… don't hold back." His voice rang across the battlefield. "Kill them all. None of these CPO bastards are leaving."
"KILL!!!"
"KILL!!!"
And just like that—
All hell broke loose.
The battle escalated into pure chaos, the entire Egghead Island now a full-scale warzone.
But—
One place remained untouched. A massive clearing, stretching over hundreds of meters in every direction, stood in eerie silence amidst the carnage.
It was the central plaza of Egghead Island. Everyone—subconsciously or not—had avoided this space.
Because in its center—
Two figures stood alone.
Buggy. And one of the Five Elders.
Buggy tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable as he stared at the silent, unmoving Elder.
Then, suddenly—
"So… the Den Den Mushi's dead, huh?" His voice carried across the emptiness between them.
St. Saturn flinched. "What…?"
His eyes narrowed, grinding his teeth. "You… was this your doing?!"
His voice was low, filled with rage and disbelief.
Buggy simply chuckled. "Hah! You're giving me too much credit." He raised a gloved hand and casually snapped his fingers. "I don't have that kind of power."
Then his grin widened. "But my friend does."
A flicker of golden lightning danced in the air. The sound of static crackled ominously.
Buggy turned his head slightly, his eyes glinting. "Oi, Enel." He smirked.
"Come out and say hi to the 'Rulers of the World'… Let them understand that the Buggy Pirates are just getting started."
As Buggy finished speaking, a thunderbolt suddenly crashed down from the stormy clouds above.
CRACKLE!
Electricity snaked through the sky, and in the next moment, Enel materialized, floating cross-legged in midair. His body still crackled with sparks of lightning, his chin resting lazily in one hand as he gazed down at the Five Elders with bored disinterest.
"Captain, are you sure I can't just take care of this old man myself?" His voice dripped with mockery, his lips quirking into a smirk.
Buggy chuckled, shaking his head. "Your job today is making sure no information gets out. The fighting will continue, so trust me, you'll have plenty of chances soon enough."
Enel shrugged, lightning crackling between his fingertips as he tilted his head.
"Well, you're the captain. Your call." Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he let out a smug chuckle. "Oh, by the way, I intercepted all their den den mushi calls earlier. You'll love what I found."
Buggy, not in any rush to attack, simply nodded. "Go on."
Enel licked his lips, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "You know what's funny, Captain? This old geezer tried calling for backup."
Buggy raised an eyebrow.
Enel continued, mocking in a singsong tone: "Looks like someone's finally panicking! But… what a shame, St. Saturn… Without me, you're not getting a single distress signal out today."
Before Saturn could respond—
ROOOOOOOOAR!
A deep, earth-shaking growl erupted across the battlefield.
In an instant, Saint Jaygarcia Saturn's form began to contort and expand. Blue hellfire ignited across his mutating flesh as he transformed into a monstrous, towering entity—a grotesque fusion reminiscent of the ushi-oni from Japanese folklore, with a spider-like body, six legs, and an ox-like head adorned with massive horns.
Standing nearly eight meters tall, flames licked at the ground beneath his massive claws. A dark, ominous cloud encircled his neck, signifying the awakening of his Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit powers.
With a low, rumbling snarl, the golden crescent staff in his hands shimmered, radiating an eerie, malignant aura.
WHOOSH!
Saturn's figure flickered, vanishing in an instant—
And before Enel could blink, the staff came swinging down, crackling with Conqueror's Haki!
BOOOOOOM!
The very air split apart, leaving behind a vacuum of destruction!
But—
SCOFF!
The moment before impact, Enel's body fizzled into pure electricity, his form vanishing in a crackling flash.
In the blink of an eye, he rematerialized far above, floating in the sky once more.
Then, with exaggerated theatrics, he threw up his hands and grinned mockingly. "Oooooh! The Big Bad Five Elders are attacking me! How terrifying!"
He snickered, leaning back in the air as if reclining in an invisible hammock. "Who knew you were such a scary old man, huh? But y'know… it's funny." He sighed, shaking his head. "For all that power, your actual combat skills are kinda sloppy. What's wrong? Haven't fought in a few centuries?"
From below, Saturn's burning eyes narrowed.
"You've grown stronger," he admitted, his deep, gravelly voice carrying a chilling edge.
He gripped his crescent staff tighter, dark flames swirling around him. "So that's the power of the Thunder Fruit… No wonder you managed to evade my strike—it's practically teleportation."
Then his voice turned sharp, laced with disdain. "Such a waste… To think the wielder of such a mighty fruit is nothing more than a coward."
WHOOSH!
Enel rose higher into the sky, still grinning from ear to ear.
"Ohhh, old man, don't tell me that was supposed to make me mad?" He wagged a finger. "Tsk, tsk, nice try. But my captain already gave me my orders. No matter how much you provoke me, I'm not fighting today."
His expression darkened playfully, a knowing gleam in his eyes. "Besides… I know your little trick."
Saturn's brow furrowed.
Enel chuckled. "You're just trying to keep me busy so you can send for help, right?"
His voice turned mockingly soft—
"Sorry, old man… but I'm not an idiot."
Then, as if recalling something, he snapped his fingers. "Oh, right! Speaking of which…"
He leaned forward, smirking down at Saturn like a god amused by a mortal's struggle.
"I saw some of your people jump into the sea earlier."
Saturn's expression shifted subtly, the faintest flicker of unease flashing across his face.
Enel's grin widened.
"Let me tell you a little secret, old man…" He brought a hand to his mouth, pretending to whisper.
"Jumping into the ocean?" His eyes gleamed. "Won't save them."
A beat of silence.
Then—
"If they don't drown, my men will take care of them before they can swim out." He let out a loud, booming laugh, his entire body bursting into crackling lightning.
"HYAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
And with a final zap, he vanished into the swirling storm clouds above, leaving the battlefield shrouded in flickering light and rolling thunder.
"Tch."
High above the battlefield, St. Saturn's face darkened, his expression twisting between fury and disbelief. His gaze shot toward Buggy, who floated leisurely in the sky, a smug grin plastered across his face.
"Damn you! Was this part of your plan too, Clown Buggy!?"
Buggy let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. "Not really." His voice was light, almost mocking. "I just made sure to block all your escape routes. That's all."
Then, with a click of his tongue, his eyes gleamed with amusement as he took in Saturn's towering, monstrous form.
"But I gotta say, I wasn't expecting this. A Mythical Zoan, huh?" His smirk widened. "I don't see this one in the Devil Fruit encyclopedia… Let me guess—'ushi-oni'? Who knew one of the Goresei was an eating yokai?"
The playful lilt in his voice faded, replaced by something far colder. "Too bad it won't matter. If this is all you've got, then today's where it ends for you."
Saturn's furred ears twitched at those words, a strange, unshakable dread creeping into his chest. "W-What…? What are you saying!?"
For the first time in centuries, a Five Elder of the World Government felt something dangerously close to fear.
But Buggy wasn't in the mood to explain. With his crew dominating the battlefield, he had one job left—eliminate St. Saturn first. Then, drain the life force of the Celestial Dragons here to fuel his strength.
It was the fastest way to become the strongest Buggy the world had ever seen. And nothing was going to stop him.
With a thunderous clap, Buggy slammed his hands together. "Birth of the World Tree."
A brilliant blue light pulsed from his palms, rushing into the bloodstained earth. Instantly, a wave of life energy exploded outward. The ground shook violently.
And then—
BOOM!
Massive vines erupted forth, twisting and expanding in mere seconds, their thick, gnarled forms ripping through the battlefield like monstrous serpents.
Within the blink of an eye, an entire forest consumed the war-torn land, stretching for kilometers in every direction.
SHAAAA!!!
But this wasn't just any forest. Each giant vine and each massive tree was coated in jet-black Armament Haki, moving with lethal intelligence.
The Celestial Dragon soldiers and CPO agents barely had time to react before the vines snatched them up. Their screams were brief. Their bodies?
Drained of vitality. Withered into lifeless husks.
A furious pillar of blue hellfire erupted from the depths of the growing forest.
St. Saturn shot into the sky, flames roaring around him, his monstrous form casting a shadow over the battlefield. His golden crescent staff crackled with Conqueror's Haki, his rage palpable.
"So this is your power, Buggy?!" His voice was a low growl, filled with disdain. "Some mutated version of the Mori Mori no Mi? Hah! If this is all you have, then you're nothing but a FRAUD!"
Buggy simply grinned.
"You think so?" Then, his smile grew wider, his arms spreading. His voice dropped to a whisper, just loud enough for Saturn to hear. "Then try and stop this."
"True Several Thousand Hands."
KA-KA-KA-KA-KA…
A deep, echoing rumble filled the air.
And then—
BOOOOOOM!
A colossal, thousand-meter-tall Buddha statue burst from the earth, its form shimmering with black-and-gold Armament Haki.
A titan among titans. The battlefield fell silent.
Then—
St. Saturn's pupils shrank. "W-What…?!"
For the first time, there was genuine shock in his voice. He barely had time to react—
"Divine Verdant Buddha: Thousand-Hand Havoc!"
WHOOSH-WHOOSH-WHOOSH-WHOOSH!
The thousand massive arms of the Buddha lurched forward, each one engulfed in roaring black-and-gold flames. The pressure alone sent the air cracking apart, the sky ripping open from sheer force.
Saturn tried to move. Tried to dodge. But it was too late.
BAAAAAAANG!!!
The massive arms caught him, wrapping around his gigantic, demonic form like snakes constricting their prey.
His blue flames flared, desperate to burn away his bindings— But the black-and-gold flames devoured them whole. His power—his defenses—were being stripped away, his life force draining by the second.
His body shook violently, struggling to break free—
But the thousand arms held firm. Buggy's voice rang out, smooth and victorious.
"Game over, old man."
Saturn let out a furious, inhuman roar. "DAMN YOU, CLOWN BUGGY!!"
His voice cracked into a desperate snarl, his once-arrogant composure shattered. "You filthy, lowborn…! LET ME GO!!!"
Buggy just smirked, tilting his head. "Nah."
The Buddha's grip tightened—
And in the next moment—
A deafening explosion of golden-black energy erupted across the battlefield. And St. Saturn's screams vanished into the void. Saturn Jaygarcia was utterly overwhelmed.
No matter how he struggled, how he fought against the crushing might of Buggy's attack, he couldn't resist.
His strength, his vitality, his very life force were being drained at an alarming rate. His limbs trembled, his once-mighty Mythical Zoan form faltering under the sheer devouring pressure of Buggy's Buddha.
For the first time in centuries, true fear clawed at his soul.
He could see it now—the end. His end. Att that moment, the fear of death shattered the noble composure of a Five Elder of the World Government.
His pride crumbled. His voice cracked into desperate, pathetic pleas.
"Clown Buggy— Please! Let me go!"
His once-arrogant booming voice was now hoarse and quivering, trembling with genuine terror.
"I—I have treasures! Countless treasures! I can trade them for my life! Just—just let me go!!"
Buggy stood atop the colossal True Several Thousand Hands, his form towering like a god, gazing down at the broken old man below.
His expression? Indifferent. Cold. Absolute.
His voice cut through the battlefield like a sharpened blade.
"Jaygarcia Saturn… Look at you. You're pathetic."
SNAP!
Buggy's thousand hands slammed shut in an instant—
And Saturn's screams were silenced beneath the crushing weight of the divine Buddha's grasp. Not even an echo remained.
In that single moment—
The life of Five Elder Saturn Jaygarcia had been erased. The battlefield fell deathly silent.
No one moved. No one breathed.
Every soldier, every fighter, every witness to this historic moment stared in pure shock.
Because today—
One of the Five Elders of the World Government—Jaygarcia Saturn, the Valkyrie of Scientific Defense—was dead.
His corpse, once a towering beast of godlike authority, was now nothing more than a lifeless husk.
And the man responsible?
The one who brought him down?
Buggy the Clown. A pirate. A jester. A man who had just declared war on the world—and won.
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