PIRATES: I WORK IN NAVY FROM NINE TO FIVE

The massive, ruined port was plunged into an eerie silence.

All those pirates who had been watching from afar—previously smug and ready to heckle—now wore the third expression from a meme: faces pale, jaws slack, eyes full of dread.

They stared, frozen, as a massive magic circle bloomed beneath Luo Yu's feet. Behind him, golden radiance surged and condensed into a colossal Hundred-Armed Guanyin, so real it seemed divine.

An indescribable, suffocating pressure spread outward from Luo Yu like an invisible storm.

BOOM!

Nine layered magic circles spiraled into existence above him in the sky.

Luo Yu's Conqueror's Haki burst out in full, morphing into the form of a majestic Qilin, shooting straight into the clouds.

Behind him, the Hundred-Armed Guanyin opened its eyes with fury. Countless golden arms blossomed like flowers, brimming with divine wrath.

In that instant, three titanic forces erupted skyward in unison.

The battlefield trembled.

A Qilin beast looming over the heavens.

Nine-layered arcane magic circles glowing with divine complexity.

A towering Guanyin cloaked in sacred gold, radiating silent fury.

Everyone on the battlefield—Jack, Ulti, the pirates watching from afar—suddenly felt painfully small.

Was this divine judgment descending upon them?

Yes, they had studied Luo Yu's fighting style from Ulti's intelligence reports.

Yes, they thought they understood his arsenal.

But no one had expected this.

Other people used finishing moves one by one.

Luo Yu?

He just dumped them all at once.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed it.

Even Tashigi, Ain, and the others who had been preparing to support Luo Yu, were stunned into silence. They never imagined Luo Yu was capable of something this insane.

Smoker, chewing on a cigar, glanced up at the chaos coalescing above.

He released his grip on his weapon, clenched the cigar tight in his teeth, and said gravely:

"No matter what happens… grab my hand and don't let go. I'll use every last ounce of strength to get us out of here. If we're even half a second late, and that thing hits us—we're dead."

"MOVE!"

Smoker roared, grabbing Ain and Tashigi and launching into a full-speed escape.

At this moment, Smoker finally realized: his Smoke-Smoke Fruit really was useful for running away.

With every jet burst from his body, he shot a hundred meters in the blink of an eye.

But as the wind howled past his ears, he couldn't help but glance back.

And what he saw made his pupils shrink to pinpricks.

The pirates surrounding Ulti had all seen Smoker flee. And like dominoes, they panicked, scattering in every direction.

Ulti, frozen for a heartbeat, finally shrieked in terror.

"JACK-SAMA, RUN! THIS GUY ISN'T PLAYING FAIR—THIS ISN'T JUST ONE ATTACK!"

"ROAR!!"

Jack, in his mammoth form, let out a furious bellow.

His thick, trunk-like nose lashed through the air. A full coat of black Armament Haki enveloped his titanic frame.

And then—he turned and bolted.

Yes, Jack the Drought, one of Kaido's famed Three Calamities, the so-called "King of Boarding," was now fleeing in terror.

Luo Yu blinked in surprise.

Even he hadn't expected Jack to run.

But then again, the Jack in the original timeline had earned his nickname because he'd never been beaten like this before.

Now?

Now he was getting the reality check.

Unfortunately, Jack had barely run a few steps when—

THOOM—

The Hundred-Armed Guanyin materialized directly in front of him.

A pair of massive, ghostly palms reached out and clasped Jack's mammoth body in a crushing grip.

Jack's momentum was instantly halted.

The once serene Guanyin's face twisted with divine fury.

Its massive mouth opened wide—revealing a devastating light building inside.

And then—

Zero-Form Release.

A devastating explosion, concentrated from all the energy stored in Guanyin, erupted directly into Jack's face.

At the same time—

The Qilin of Conqueror's Haki and the ninth-layer Super-Tier Spell: Skyfall—both hanging in the sky—descended.

The timing was perfect.

Everything hit together.

For those watching from afar, there was only one thought that could form in their minds:

The sky is falling.

KABOOOOOM!!

Three devastating forces collided and exploded outward, sending shockwaves that tore through tens of thousands of meters of surrounding sea.

Towering waves rose like Level-12 tsunamis, smashing in all directions.

The pirate ships docked nearby were instantly shattered to splinters.

Even Marine warships anchored far offshore were flipped into the air, tossed like toys across kilometers of ocean.

On the decks of those ships, Marine soldiers were thrown off their feet.

Only by clinging desperately to the masts or railings did they avoid being swept into the sea—where the raging currents and Sea Kings waited hungrily.

"Smoke Jet!!" Smoker bellowed.

He punched out a column of smoke that smashed the tidal wave before it could consume him and the others.

But the freezing spray of seawater still soaked them through, leaving Smoker shivering atop the deck.

He looked back toward Uss Island—now hidden beneath a curtain of water and dust.

His cigar was gone—bitten clean in half during the chaos.

But he had no time to care.

There was only one question racing through his mind:

Did Jack survive the Triple Judgement?

The storm of energy slowly began to settle.

The ocean, though still angry, began to calm.

On the deck of the nearest Marine warship, Smoker, Ain, and Tashigi leapt to the masthead for a better view.

As the dust cleared, the full devastation came into view.

The entire battlefield was shattered—like porcelain broken and scattered across the sea.

But upon the largest surviving slab of earth—

Luo Yu stood.

Unscathed.

Golden light still shimmered faintly behind him. His robes fluttered in the breeze. His expression remained calm.

Ain and the others broke into smiles of unbelieving joy.

But that joy didn't last long.

Their eyes scanned the wreckage, desperate to find a sign—

Was Jack still alive?

"Jack-sama! Please be okay!!"

Far in the distance, Ulti emerged from the ruins, her body covered in sand and blood.

Her makeup was ruined. Her once-pristine dress was torn and soaked.

She scrambled across the debris, eyes wide with panic.

Then—

The last of the dust scattered in the wind.

And a massive shape appeared.

Huge as a hill. Blackened. Burned. Bleeding.

Jack.

The mighty mammoth's fur was charred to ash. His hide was ripped and split. Crimson blood poured out in torrents.

He was still standing.

But just barely.