Whoosh…
BOOM!!
At Rowan’s insistence, Robin triggered the emergency flare.
The signal burst high into the sky above Rainbase, a blazing flare of light that instantly cut through the desert haze.
It was a beacon no senior Baroque Works agent could ignore.
And that was exactly the point.
Alubarna — Alabasta Kingdom Capital
High above the city’s massive sandstone walls, grains of sand swirled unnaturally in the air, gathering into a human silhouette.
Sir Crocodile reformed from the desert itself.
He narrowed his eyes at the distant flare.
“An emergency summons…”
His gaze sharpened further.
“And that direction… Rainbase.”
Something had gone wrong.
Rainbase was not just another outpost.
It was the heart of Baroque Works’ operations—his long-term plan made flesh.
If anything threatened it…
Crocodile’s expression darkened.
Without another word, his body dissolved back into sand.
A desert storm tore across Alabasta, racing toward Rainbase at full speed.
Elsewhere across the kingdom, the same reaction unfolded.
Senior agents abandoned missions, contacts, disguises—everything—responding instinctively to the summons burning in the sky.
Baroque Works was moving.
All of it.
Beneath the Ark Maxim — Rainbase
The flare had barely faded when Robin returned her attention to Rowan.
If anything, the signal had only made her more aware of how little time they had left.
“If you join my crew,” Rowan said casually, “I can guarantee your safety.”
He paused, then added like it was an afterthought—
“And I can give you the ability to eat a second Devil Fruit.”
For a moment, Robin didn’t react.
Then her mind caught up.
“…What did you say?”
Her voice sharpened slightly.
“A second Devil Fruit?”
The words didn’t compute.
They refused to settle into anything resembling logic.
Even among the most forbidden knowledge in the world, this was absolute nonsense.
Robin knew the rule.
Everyone knew it.
One Devil Fruit per person.
Anything beyond that meant death.
A body torn apart by conflicting powers.
A fatal contradiction enforced by the world itself.
“No one has ever survived that,” she said slowly.
“Ever.”
Rowan’s expression didn’t change.
“You don’t have to take my word for it.”
He tilted his head slightly toward Wiper.
That alone should have been impossible.
But Rowan didn’t stop there.
He lifted his hand.
Crackle—
Lightning erupted instantly.
Violent arcs of blue-white electricity twisted around his fingers, lighting up the dim underside of the Ark Maxim.
“The power you saw earlier,” he said, “comes from the Rumble-Rumble Fruit.”
The air trembled under the pressure of it.
“And this…”
The lightning vanished.
His presence shifted.
Something heavier replaced it.
“Is my second Devil Fruit.”
A low sound escaped his throat—
ROAR.
The transformation hit like a breaking dam.
Bones expanded.
Muscles surged.
Fur erupted in waves of silver-white across his body.
The world seemed to shrink as his form grew.
A monstrous silhouette filled the space beneath the Ark Maxim.
A beast carved out of myth and violence.
Massive claws scraped against the deck.
Eyes like burning moons fixed on Robin.
An overwhelming, primal pressure pressed down on everything around them.
Robin didn’t move.
She couldn’t.
“It’s real…” she breathed.
“Two Devil Fruits… in one body…”
Her understanding of the world cracked again—this time deeper than before.
Everything she had ever been taught about the sea, about power, about limits…
It all felt suddenly fragile.
Like something easily rewritten.
Moments later, the transformation reversed.
Fur receded.
Bone reformed.
The monstrous presence collapsed inward until Rowan stood there again in human form, as if nothing had happened.
He exhaled lightly.
“Now do you believe me?”
Robin closed her eyes briefly.
When she opened them again, something had shifted.
Not trust.
Not yet.
But decision.
“I do.”
A pause.
“I’ll join your crew.”
A satisfied smile formed on Rowan’s face.
Simple.
Clean.
No hesitation needed beyond that point. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
Robin already had enough tools to survive on her own.
The Hana Hana no Mi alone made her dangerous.
But now…
Now she was stepping into something far beyond that.
Rowan glanced at her thoughtfully.
A crew of dual Devil Fruit users was no longer just a theory.
It was becoming a structure.
A foundation.
Something that, if left to grow…
Could genuinely shake the world.
Even the World Government wouldn’t be able to ignore it forever.
And Crocodile?
Rowan’s gaze drifted toward the desert beyond the Ark Maxim.
He wasn’t even the main problem anymore.
Not anymore.
Crocodile might have a Logia.
But Rowan had already demonstrated something worse.
Lightning that outran logic.
And a monster that ignored the limits of nature itself.
“Then we’ll remove the Devil Fruit drawback first.”
There was no reason to delay.
Crocodile was coming anyway.
Rowan stepped forward and placed a hand gently against Robin’s forehead.
A soft blue glow ignited between his palm and her skin.
The energy spread outward in slow waves, wrapping around her body like unseen threads rewriting something fundamental.
Robin didn’t resist.
She simply watched.
Moments passed.
Then—
The light faded.
Rowan lowered his hand.
“Done.”
“…That’s it?” Robin asked quietly.
She looked down at herself.
No pain.
No shock.
No catastrophic reaction.
No sense of change she could immediately identify.
Just… done.
She had expected something far more elaborate.
A process.
A cost.
Something visible.
But instead, it was as if the world had simply accepted a new rule without protest.
Rowan smiled faintly.
“For now, yes.”
And somewhere far across the desert, Crocodile’s sandstorm continued its approach toward Rainbase.
🌟 The story is already written… waiting to be unleashed.
🔥 Your power determines how fast the tale unfolds.