One Piece: Three Devil Fruits, Beginning with Darkness

Chapter 10 Ends: Rocks' Death

Rocks stared at Roger, his expression dark with confusion and fury. He struggled to comprehend what he had just witnessed. Roger—another pirate, a man who should have stood against the World Government—had chosen to side with them instead.

The realization twisted in his mind like a cruel joke. He had always seen Roger as an ambitious fool, but this? This was betrayal beyond reason.

A thunderous shockwave split through the battlefield, shaking Rocks from his thoughts. On the other side, Newgate forced Garling back with a devastating airquake, sending violent tremors through the ground.

Both men staggered apart, their battle momentarily halted. Newgate's chest bore deep, crisscrossing wounds, blood slowly oozing from the cuts. He inhaled deeply, his muscles taut with exhaustion, yet his grip on his naginata remained steady.

Garling was faring no better. His golden armor, the proud insignia of the God Knights, was shattered in several places, and blood trickled from the corner of his lips. He wiped it away with the back of his hand, his narrowed eyes betraying frustration.

Their fight had been vicious, both pushing each other to their limits. If Roger had not appeared when he did, there was little doubt that one of them would have fallen today.

Newgate glanced at Roger, his expression unreadable. He said nothing, but something flickered in his gaze—a question only he could understand.

Roger had not come alone. Within moments, his first mate, Silvers Rayleigh, arrived with the rest of the Roger Pirates. They positioned themselves behind their captain, forming a solid front against the Rocks Pirates.

The battlefield shifted.

Where once Rocks and his crew had fought with the reckless confidence of conquerors, the tide was now against them. Roger's arrival had turned the battle on its head.

Rocks' expression darkened. His fingers twitched, his rage barely contained. He could feel it—the hesitation among his own men.

The Rocks Pirates had never been bound by loyalty. They were a gathering of monsters, drawn together by strength alone. And now, with the odds turning, their true nature showed.

Many of them exchanged uneasy glances, their stances shifting as they surveyed the battlefield. Some were clearly looking for a way out.

Charlotte Linlin had already disappeared, slipping away at the first sign of trouble.

Rocks saw it all.

There was no time to think, no time for anger. He threw his head back and roared, his voice booming across the battlefield like a force of nature.

Black lightning crackled around him as his aura surged to terrifying heights. The sky itself darkened, as if the heavens recoiled from his presence.

His gaze locked onto Roger.

Even if everything else was lost—even if his so-called crew abandoned him, if the world conspired against him—he would not die without taking Roger with him.

His fists clenched. The sheer force of his Haki sent shockwaves through the air, the ground cracking beneath his feet as he launched forward with blistering speed.

Roger met his charge head-on, his sword, Ace, gleaming in the dim light. Without hesitation, he coated the blade in his strongest Haki, the weight of his will manifesting in every movement.

Their clash shook the battlefield.

Rocks' punch collided with Roger's sword, and for a brief moment, time seemed to stand still. The impact sent violent ripples through the air, flattening the ground beneath them.

Roger gritted his teeth. The strength behind Rocks' attack was beyond anything he had expected. His arm throbbed under the strain, and for the first time, he felt the force of a man who had truly stood above all others.

Rayleigh saw Roger falter. His instincts screamed at him to intervene, his hand already reaching for his sword.

But before he could act, another force entered the fray.

A massive, pitch-black fist descended from above.

Garp.

Rocks, consumed by his rage and determination to kill Roger, failed to react in time.

Garp's punch connected with brutal force, sending Rocks hurtling backward. The ground buckled under the impact as Rocks crashed into the earth, leaving a deep crater in his wake.

For a moment, silence hung over the battlefield.

Rocks slowly pushed himself up, spitting blood into the dirt.

He glared at Roger and Garp standing side by side, their combined strength blocking his path forward.

His jaw tightened. His lips twisted into a sneer.

Rocks clenched his teeth so hard his jaw ached. His lips twisted, his face contorted in fury. Seeing Roger and Garp standing side by side, united against him, sent waves of rage crashing through his mind.

"So disgusting!"

The words escaped him like venom, filled with the weight of his growing despair. He had aimed to take control, to rally his crew and regain the upper hand, but instead, everything was unraveling. His so-called allies were hesitating, their morale shattered. He was losing control of the battlefield.

Then, as if the situation wasn't absurd enough, a familiar figure strolled back onto the field—Linlin.

She held something in her hand. A Devil Fruit. But not just any fruit—the Blue Dragon Fruit.

While the battle had raged on, she had vanished, using her Soul-Soul Fruit to imbue a piece of land with life, manipulating it to help her uncover the prized treasure.

Rocks' eyes widened in relief. So she hadn't run away after all.

At least one of them still had some loyalty.

But before he could process his fleeting sense of relief, Linlin's voice cut through the chaos, and what she said made his blood freeze.

"Kaido, you idiot boy, why are you working so hard? Look what I found! Follow me!"

Kaido, who had been fighting ferociously moments before, turned his head. His eyes locked onto the fruit in Linlin's hands, and in an instant, his battle stance melted away. His expression transformed from determination to elation.

Without hesitation, he abandoned the battlefield, rushing toward Linlin like an eager child. Within seconds, the two disappeared, vanishing into the distance.

Rocks was speechless.

For a moment, everything stood still.

Then, without a word, Newgate—who had been watching it all unfold—let out a long, weary sigh. His shoulders, once squared with battle-readiness, slumped slightly. He had never cared much for Rocks' ambitions, and now, seeing the way things were falling apart, disappointment settled deep within him.

Without ceremony, he slung Jungkuri over his shoulder, turned his back on the battlefield, and walked away.

He did not move quickly, but none of the World Government forces made an effort to stop him. They simply let him leave, their focus fixed on Rocks.

Shiki, ever the pragmatist, took a slow drag of his cigar, exhaling a cloud of smoke. He remained calm, almost detached from the chaos around him. Unlike the others, he had an easy way out—his Float-Float Fruit ensured that if he wished to leave, no one could stop him.

Yet Rocks remained still.

He had not spoken since Kaido and Linlin's departure, nor when Newgate turned away. He simply stood there, silent and unmoving.

And then, the air changed.

Roger and Garp, who had been standing opposite him, suddenly felt it—a suffocating, murderous aura pressing down on them like a tidal wave.

Rocks' breathing was slow, controlled, but his eyes… His eyes burned with something far worse than anger.

This was not the fury of a man betrayed. This was something deeper.

This was a monster ready to unleash its final wrath.

Nearby, the elder from the World Government, Saint Saturn, remained composed, but his body was tense. His smirk of confidence barely concealed his wariness. He had seen men like Rocks before, and he knew—this was when they were most dangerous.

Finally, Rocks lifted his head, his voice a cold whisper that cut through the battlefield like a blade.

"Roger… Celestial Dragons… Navy…"

His fingers curled into fists, black lightning crackling around them.

"You all deserve to die."

Then, with an earth-shaking explosion, the ground beneath him shattered.

Like a demon from legend, he charged forward, his loyal subordinates following in his wake towards death. His movements were pure destruction—unstoppable, unrelenting. The battlefield became a blur of violence as limbs were torn, bodies thrown, and blood filled the air like a thick mist.

The World Government, the Navy, and Roger's Pirates all surged forward in response. No more hesitation. No more games.

This was it.

The final battle.

Encircled, outnumbered, but undeterred, Rocks fought like a man possessed. His bloodstained cloak billowed as he threw it aside, his laughter ringing out across the battlefield, wild and fearless.

"Come, all of you! I am Rocks!!!"

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No one knew how long the battle raged. The roars that had once echoed through the Valley of the Gods faded, drowned beneath the weight of time.

At the water's edge, away from the devastation, Newgate pushed a small wooden boat into the sea before climbing in.

The grand ship of the Rocks Pirates had been destroyed, torn apart by the warships that arrived in the final moments. This tiny vessel was all he had now, but it would suffice.

He glanced back at the Valley of the Gods one last time, his expression unreadable.

Then, with a quiet shake of his head, he muttered,

"Goodbye, Captain Rocks."

He reached into his coat and pulled out a sky-blue Devil Fruit, its surface patterned like ocean waves.

A prize left behind in the chaos.

"It must've been prepared for those Celestial Dragons," he mused, turning the fruit over in his palm.

With a small chuckle, he added, "Guess I got lucky."

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### **Aboard a Naval Ship**

On one of the many naval vessels leaving the battlefield, Sengoku sat on a bench, wiping blood from his arms.

There were too many wounded, too many dead. The military doctors were overwhelmed, so Sengoku, relying on his own endurance, refused treatment and left the scarce resources for the younger officers.

Just as he was about to press cotton against a wound, the door burst open with a bang.

"Hey! Sengoku! You alright?!"

The loud, familiar voice of Garp nearly made him flinch.

"Dammit, Garp!" Sengoku hissed through clenched teeth, looking down at the cotton now jammed painfully into his wound.

But before he could unleash his frustration, something wooden landed in his lap.

"Take a look at this," Garp said, his tone casual.

The box was adorned with delicate gold foil, a sign of its extraordinary value. Raising an eyebrow, Sengoku slowly lifted the lid.

Inside, nestled in the center, was a golden Devil Fruit.

Sengoku's eyes widened.

Garp grinned. "Must be another one of those fruits the Celestial Dragons were hoarding. Found it in all the mess. You know I don't like those bastards, so I sure as hell ain't handing it over. But…" He scratched the back of his head. "I don't wanna become a landlubber either. If you want it, it's yours."

Sengoku simply stared at him, half in disbelief, half in exasperation.

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**Aboard the Roger Pirates' Ship**

Far from the chaos of battle, aboard the Roger Pirates' vessel, the crew stood in a tight circle around a wooden box.

Roger, Rayleigh, and the others gazed inside, their expressions shifting from curiosity to surprise.

Inside the box lay a red-haired baby, his tiny hands waving in the air, his face alight with laughter rather than tears.

A quiet moment passed before someone finally spoke.

"...What now, Captain?"

Roger looked down at the child, his face unreadable for a moment.

Then, with a small chuckle, he grinned.

"Well… looks like we've got a new crewmate."

The baby giggled again, oblivious to the history that had just been made.

And so, as the sun set over the remains of the Valley of the Gods, the tides of fate continued to turn, marking the end of one era… and the quiet beginning of another.