Loguetown, East Blue.
Roger Bar was hidden deep within a narrow alley, separated from the bustling commercial streets by two turns.
The name “Roger” came from a simple reason, more than twenty years ago, before Gol D.
Roger set sail for the Grand Line, he had spent an entire night here drinking rum.
At the wooden bar counter, a man with messy, bird nest-like hair slumped over the table, muttering drunkenly, “Boss, one more drink.”
The bar owner, Raul, wiped a glass and snapped back, “Sidewalk, pay off what you owe from last month first.”
“Wait until I catch Beelzebub…”
Before he could finish, his head dropped onto the counter.
He fell asleep instantly, drool pooling beneath his mouth.
Raul sighed, his voice low but still heard by a nearby customer.
“Another one driven mad by pirates.”
“What happened to him?” the customer asked, stepping closer.
“I remember seeing him two years ago.
He looked normal back then.”
Raul set the glass down and lowered his voice.
“He used to work for the World Government, so money was never an issue.”
“Then how did he end up like this?”
Raul hesitated before answering, “His unit had eleven people.
During a mission, they ran into the Roger Pirates.
Ten of his comrades died.
He survived only because he wasn’t there.”
Laughter burst out across the bar.
Someone slapped the table.
“You expect us to believe that?
Roger Pirates showing up in full force?
Sounds like a made-up story.”
Raul snorted.
“Two years ago, it was in the newspapers.
Sven Beelzebub, the God of Thunder, attacked a CP9 agent and abducted a high-profile World Government criminal.”
The moment those words were spoken, Rukia Ichijou, who had been lying unconscious on the counter, suddenly shot upright as if struck by lightning.
“Where is Beelzebub?!”
Her voice was sharp, almost frantic.
…
Jaya Island, Mock Town.
“Sven, where are you?”
Two years ago, Buggy followed every clue from East Blue to Jaya, only to find nothing. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
For the past two years, he had wandered like a stray, drifting between taverns and alleys for over three hundred days and nights.
His captain was gone.
Shanks had broken their promise.
Buggy’s only remaining attachments were his treasure map, his dream of treasure, and his sworn brother Sven.
Yet Sven had vanished completely, leaving no trace behind.
Every single day, Buggy would clutch a handful of wrinkled Berries and buy a newspaper, hoping to see Sven’s face.
For two years, hope had risen countless times, only to be crushed just as often.
“Sven, do you remember Douglas Bullet?
The man who fought Rayleigh to a draw?
The Marines captured him.”
The wind swept through the street, lifting scraps of paper into the air.
Buggy tightened his cloak and looked toward the distant East Blue.
“Sven, I’m heading back.”
“The Grand Line is too dangerous.
East Blue suits me better for hunting treasure.”
…
Without anyone noticing, the execution of Gol D.
Roger in Loguetown had already become old news from two years ago.
His final words about the great treasure had ignited the Great Pirate Era, throwing the seas into chaos.
Countless people set sail in search of One Piece.
In these two years, the world had shifted dramatically.
Portgas D.
Ace, Roger’s posthumous son, was born in Foosha Village under Garp’s watch.
Kozuki Oden continued his strange public dancing in Wano.
Whitebeard, Edward Newgate, claimed Fish-Man Island as his territory after driving away pirates who had been plundering it.
Tom of Water Seven, the shipwright who built the Oro Jackson, was sentenced to death by the World Government.
However, he proposed the Sea Train project and earned a ten-year reprieve, beginning its development with Iceburg and Cutty Flam.
In Wano, the Beasts Pirates clashed with the Moria Pirates in Ringo.
Gecko Moria lost all his companions.
While fleeing, he stole the corpse of Shimotsuki Ryuma along with the famed blade Shusui.
To capture Douglas Bullet, Fleet Admiral Sengoku and Marine Hero Garp authorized a Buster Call.
Bullet was ultimately defeated by Vice Admiral Sakazuki and imprisoned in Level 6 of Impel Down.
Dracule Mihawk continued to travel the seas, honing his swordsmanship and steadily approaching the title of the world’s greatest swordsman.
Meanwhile, the World Government searched relentlessly for the Ope Ope no Mi.
…
Sky Island, the golden city of Shandora.
His silver hair shimmered like frost, and his fitted black attire outlined a body forged through relentless training.
At his waist hung a katana radiating a faint purple glow.
Behind him, a black cloak fluttered in the wind.
Sven Beelzebub had spent two years here refining his strength.
He exhaled slowly, focusing all his attention on a gold coin balanced on his thumb.
His fingertip turned pale from the pressure.
“Test number 2,688.”
The moment he spoke, his thumb flicked upward, launching the coin like a bullet.
At the same instant, the electromagnetic field around him surged violently.
Blue currents crawled along his arm as his voice rang out.
“Railgun!”
Invisible force erupted from his hand.
The electromagnetic energy condensed instantly, forming a violent torrent that surged toward the coin.
The air around it ionized into searing plasma.
Golden structures trembled under the pressure of the magnetic field.
Dust and fragments of gold were pulled into the current, forming a raging storm.
The attack tore through the sky, splitting clouds apart as it shot into the heavens.
“Perfect.”
Sven lowered his hand, satisfaction evident in his eyes.
After hundreds of days of effort, he had successfully replicated the Railgun using his own power.
Yet, this was not his greatest achievement.
It was not the awakening of Armament Haki, nor the expansion of his Observation Haki, which now, enhanced through electromagnetic perception, could cover the entire Sky Island.
It was not even his progress with the Goro Goro no Mi.
Instead, his greatest gain was his body itself.
The combined effects of Big Eater Constitution, Innate Divine Strength, and Iron Balloon had transformed him completely.
His height had reached over 2.6 meters.
His strength had grown to a terrifying level, allowing him to generate slashes powerful enough to split clouds through sheer force.
His stamina had become even more monstrous.
With such endurance, he would not fall easily.
In this world, stamina defined the upper limit of strength.
Devil Fruit awakenings, mastery of the three types of Haki, and even a swordsman’s most powerful techniques all relied on one foundation, endurance.
Many powerful figures had fallen due to exhaustion.
No matter how strong someone was, without stamina, it meant nothing.
For Sven, this overwhelming physique was the true cornerstone of his rise.