One Piece: Starting in God Valley as a Slave

Dang!

A huge golden figure fell from the sky, landing with a booming sound like a bell.

In the golden light, a massive Buddha stepped forward. It was the Admiral of the Navy, Sengoku the Buddha.

Bullet's steel body had been shattered by the shockwave, and his figure was flung out. He spat out a mouthful of blood as he glared up at the towering Buddha before him.

Sengoku's face was solemn. He raised his hand and brought it down again with a thunderous slap. Bullet crossed his arms to defend himself, but was soon engulfed by a hemispherical shockwave.

Bullet gritted his teeth, barely holding on, when Aokiji released two sharp ice spears.

"Ice Spear: Double Thrust!"

Though the ice spears couldn't penetrate Bullet's Haki-infused defense, they managed to throw him off balance, and he was immediately slammed into the ground by Sengoku's attack.

Sengoku looked towards the battlefield and said to the three figures nearby,

"I'll leave this to you."

With that, Sengoku flashed away, racing toward Carl.

Roger, sensing danger, turned but too late—Sengoku struck him from behind, and then Carl followed with a vicious slash to Roger's abdomen.

Roger's eyes widened, blood pouring from his mouth. If not for the protection of his Haki, he would have been sliced in two.

Seeing their captain in danger, both Rayleigh and Gaban abandoned their battles and rushed to his side.

Nearby, Lucia landed gently, supporting herself with her sword, her face pale from exhaustion. Even as the third strongest of Roger's crew, Gaban was no easy opponent. She had barely managed to hold out.

With the battlefield clearing thanks to Carl's relentless onslaught, Lucia had time to breathe. But the fight wasn't over.

Akainu and Borsalino were faring better. They together were able to hold off Rayleigh, preventing him from getting far. Gaban rushed in, raising his axes to strike Sengoku, but Carl intervened, kicking Gaban aside and pulling him back into the fray with his Dark-Dark Fruit powers, delivering a brutal knee to Gaban's face.

Despite Gaban's strength, he was no match for Carl. One of his teeth flew out, and if not for Roger's quick intervention, Carl would have snapped Gaban's neck.

Yet Gaban, stubborn as always, refused to retreat. Even if it cost him a tooth and years of his life, he would continue to stand by his captain's side.

But this time, Carl was ready. He left Roger for Sengoku to deal with and went to face Gaban alone.

"Gaban!" Roger's voice rang out, echoing across the battlefield, but it was too late. Carl and Gaban clashed fiercely, and after a few exchanges, Gaban's axes were sent spiraling through the air. They landed at the feet of Shanks and Buggy, who were fighting nearby.

The two young pirates stared in shock at the axes. Shanks quickly turned his gaze to the battlefield's center—and froze in horror at the sight.

Carl held Gaban by the neck, his once proud and strong body reduced to a withered shell. With a flick of his wrist, Carl separated Gaban's head from his body, kicking it towards Roger.

Buggy's face went pale, his large red nose trembling as snot dripped from it. Shanks stood motionless, muttering,

"Gaban… died, just like that?"

Roger caught Gaban's head, letting out a heart-wrenching scream.

"Gabaaan!!!"

Sengoku, seeing Roger's grief, paused for a moment. But Carl, ruthless as ever, gave no time for mourning.

This wasn't an anime—why give Roger a dramatic pause?

Carl's wings spread wide, casting a shadow over Roger as he raised his sword, Muramasa, to deliver the final blow. Just as the sword came down, a loud crack, like breaking glass, echoed through the air, and a shockwave sent Carl flying.

Carl spiraled through the air, folding his wings and landing gracefully on the ground. As he moved his body to shake off the numbness, he looked up and smirked.

"Whitebeard, you've grown weak. Was that supposed to tickle?"

Whitebeard stood beside Roger, his face dark as a storm cloud. The right half of his face was horrifyingly mangled, twisted like a crumpled rag around his right eye.

If Sengoku had known about Naruto, he might've thought Whitebeard was cosplaying Uchiha Obito.

Whitebeard glanced down at Roger, who remained frozen in grief, tears streaming from his eyes as he stared at Gaban's head.

"If you don't want to fight, get out of here," Whitebeard said gruffly.

But Roger didn't move, his eyes locked on Gaban's remains.

Whitebeard sighed heavily, his gaze softening. He knew too well the pain of losing beloved comrades—his own sons had been slaughtered by Carl.

Carl, understanding this all too well, had no intention of letting Roger or Whitebeard linger in their grief.

As Sengoku saluted his fallen comrade, Carl rushed forward once again, sword drawn, ready to face Whitebeard head-on.

Whitebeard had learned Carl's tactics by now—this man gave no warning before attacking. One moment he would speak, and the next, his sword would be at your throat.

Prepared, Whitebeard swung his blade, sending a shockwave that blasted away the head Roger still held. The shock brought Roger back to his senses.

Hate burned in Roger's eyes as he watched Carl and Whitebeard battle. He clutched his sword tightly, vowing vengeance.

But first, he turned his gaze toward the battlefield. Even Roger's elite crew had begun to fall.

His eyes landed on the bodies, now lying lifeless in pools of blood.

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