Loguetown, Central Square.
To publicly execute the Pirate King, Gol D.
Roger, and intimidate pirates across the seas, the World Government and the Marines constructed a towering execution platform at the center of the square, ensuring it could be seen from every corner of the town.
Dawn had only just arrived, yet the square was already overflowing with people from the Four Seas and the Grand Line.
Amid the crowd, Sven Beelzebub stood beside Dracule Mihawk, his expression steady.
Excitement stirred within him at the thought of his system finally activating, yet it was weighed down by the reality of Roger’s impending death.
Six years ago, in Foosha Village, Sven had been selling food at a small street stall when local thugs smashed everything he owned.
He endured their blows until he finally lashed out with a knife, forcing them to retreat.
As he cleaned up the wreckage alone, a large hand reached toward him.
“Kid, your cooking is not bad.”
“Come aboard my ship.”
At that moment, Roger’s towering figure blocked out the sun.
Sven stood frozen, unable to respond.
It was not charisma that moved him.
It was the moment his system appeared.
From that day forward, Sven became the cook of the Roger Pirates.
He followed the crew through countless battles and legendary journeys, including the Battle of Edd War, clashes with the Whitebeard Pirates, and voyages to Skypiea, Fish-Man Island, Wano Country, and Zou.
Finally, they reached Laugh Tale.
During those six years, Sven quietly gathered everything required to activate his system.
Roger’s straw hat had been swapped with a convincing replica and submitted.
Edward Newgate had traded a strand of his mustache for Sven’s homemade wine.
And when Marshall D.
Teach lost teeth during a scuffle, Sven discreetly kept two.
Despite his lack of strength, Sven had earned his place among the crew.
At sea one rule was absolute.
Never offend the cook.
Still, no journey lasts forever.
A sudden stir swept through the crowd.
Under heavy guard, Roger appeared.
Sven’s fingers dug into his palms as his body tensed.
Only when he saw Roger calmly ascending the platform did his breathing steady.
He understood.
This was Roger’s gamble against the World Government.
They sought to crush piracy through fear.
Instead, they would ignite something far greater.
Roger sat cross-legged, completely at ease, as though he were speaking to his crew one last time.
Then, a voice rang out from the crowd.
“Hey, Pirate King!”
A man shouted with all his strength.
“You got it, right?
That legendary treasure!”
“That one-of-a-kind treasure… One Piece!”
Roger laughed.
“My treasure?”
“If you want it, go find it.
I left everything in that place.”
“Silence!” the soldiers shouted as they carried out the execution.
The sky darkened without warning.
Rain began to pour.
Yet no one moved.
Cheers, laughter, and wild excitement spread through the crowd.
The world had just been set on fire.
Nearby, Buggy cried uncontrollably, his body shaking.
Not far away, Shanks stood beneath the straw hat, his young face twisted with grief as tears streamed down.
Sven wiped his face roughly.
The rain tasted bitter.
Three boys, each saying goodbye in their own way.
His gaze shifted briefly.
Gecko Moria stood in the distance, smiling with confidence.
Sven’s eyes hardened slightly.
That confidence would not last.
In the future, Moriah would be crushed in Wano, lose everything, and never recover.
In this world, strength was tied to will.
Once that broke, power followed.
Examples were everywhere.
Those who lost their spirit faded into irrelevance.
Sven exhaled slowly and looked back at the platform.
Roger’s eyes swept across the crowd.
For a brief moment, they met Sven’s.
A faint smile appeared on Sven’s lips.
“Goodbye, Captain.”
Regret lingered.
There were still techniques he had never learned.
But that no longer mattered.
The era had changed.
Rain continued to fall.
Inside Sven’s mind, a voice finally rang out.
System activation complete.
Newcomer gift package obtained.
Sven lifted his head, letting the rain wash over him.
From this moment on, the weak version of himself was gone.
Beside him, Mihawk spoke quietly.
“Let’s go.
Someone has their eye on you.”
Sven gave a small nod.
“Yeah.”