One Piece:Revenge Against Celestial Dragons.

"I've been waiting for you to walk into the trap…"

Ignyr opened the door of the lavish bedroom and saw, directly ahead, the Draco Patriarch sitting proudly on a bench.

Flanking the Draco Patriarch, unlike before, were seven members of CP9—the World Government's former top spy unit.

It turned out that while the Avengers broke through patrol lines, scaled the high walls, and dismantled the mechanical troops, the Navy had already laid a secret ambush.

"A mongrel defiling the Draco bloodline."

Thanks to his private intelligence network, the well-informed Draco Patriarch had learned that the mastermind behind the invasion was Ignyr.

So he assembled the CP9 agents who had once given Ignyr trouble, waiting here in a vain attempt to erase this stain from his family's history.

What he didn't realize was that the Avengers now had the power to raze Mary Geoise to the ground. This invasion squad hadn't come out of desperation—it came for blood and vengeance.

"CP9 again…"

Ignyr scoffed, casting a dismissive glance at the World Government's once-renowned weapons.

Noticing Spandam's absence, Ignyr surmised that CP9 had likely been wiped out by Luffy and his crew back at Enies Lobby. To save himself, Spandam had pinned the entire disaster on Lucci and his team.

To escape the Government's wrath, the seven agents fled using the powers of the Door-Door Fruit and had supposedly been exiled to the Queen of Spring Island, scraping by on the streets, selling tricks just to pay medical bills and survive.

"I used my Draco privileges to bring Lucci and the others back under my command."

The Draco Patriarch, looked down on all with a condescending gaze that seemed to pierce Ignyr's mind.

Just as in the past, the Draco Patriarch preferred to crush rebellion before it had a chance to blossom.

Without waiting for Ignyr to speak, he arrogantly explained the terrifying truth about his new subordinates.

"They are no longer CP9. Now they serve me as a new breed of weapon—CP0."

It turned out that the deaths of his in-laws and the torment of his son's family three years ago had left the Patriarch obsessed and sleepless.

Haunted day and night, he secretly commanded the World Government to hunt down the former CP9 agents and deliver them to him.

Grateful for a second chance, Lucci and the others pledged their loyalty, becoming his loyal hounds—willing to die for their master.

Reforged in darkness, they shed their former selves and became obedient killing machines, bound by nothing but the Patriarch's word.

"CP0 is far stronger than it was three years ago. You will die here today."

A rare hint of satisfaction surfaced on the Patriarch's otherwise cold face. At last, he could eliminate the half-breed who had haunted his life for nearly a decade.

With CP0 beside him, the Patriarch was fully confident of his victory in this final battle.

"Then let's see how strong you really are."

The arrogance of the Dracos was beyond comprehension. The Patriarch's twisted sense of superiority, born of privilege and ignorance, made Ignyr sick to his core.

It was this cruelty—this grotesque power structure—that led to the deaths of his mother and the suffering of innocent people across the world.

If the Patriarch was so confident in killing him, then Ignyr would take his time and enjoy toying with him before the end.

A bloodthirsty smile spread across Ignyr's face. The corners of his mouth curled as he murmured:

"Let the test begin."

His pupils contracted sharply, his body releasing an overwhelming Conqueror's Haki that had once crushed CP9.

The aura of kings spread across the hundred-square-meter room, drowning every enemy in a suffocating black haze.

CP0 immediately changed formation, seven of them surrounding the Draco Patriarch in a protective barrier.

The pressure hit like a thunderclap—Lucci and the others grimaced, clutching their heads in agony as the Haki split the air like a blade.

Portraits fell, candles shattered, chandeliers crashed to the ground, and windows exploded into shards with a deafening bang.

"Huff… huff…"

As the pressure slowly faded, the CP0 agents lowered their hands and blinked through the aftermath.

Unlike before, all were stunned by Ignyr's Haki. Their strength had clearly grown, but the gap remained wide.

And to Ignyr's surprise, the Draco Patriarch stood completely unscathed, his body shielded by CP0.

In fact, he even sneered, as if mocking Ignyr's power.

"Consider that your test. Next…"

Anyone who could withstand Conqueror's Haki earned the right to face the Avengers in battle.

Seeing his enemies still standing, Ignyr didn't get angry—he grinned, excited.

Suddenly, he raised his left hand, from which threads of black energy curled out. A dark puddle spread beneath CP0's feet.

Before they could react, countless shadowy tendrils surged upward from the darkness, writhing and twisting like living vines.

"Not good!"

In an instant, the tendrils ensnared the seven agents, lifting them into the air.

While the Patriarch stood untouched, the rest of CP0 struggled wildly—but the bonds only tightened.

Even with their Devil Fruit powers, Lucci and the others couldn't break free. They could only glare at Ignyr, helpless.

Kalifa in particular looked at the writhing shadows with a mix of disgust and dread.

"One, two, three… let's start with you."

Ignyr pointed at Jabra, Fukurou, and Kalifa.

As the three were thrown in front of him, Ignyr's right hand glowed white.

With a heavy punch imbued with the power of the Gura Gura no Mi, he struck—

The quake shattered the air like a beast, splitting the room apart. A shockwave tore through the tower, blasting a section of the wall away.

"Four against four sounds fair."

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