Sailing: A Retired Veteran Awakens with Genryusai Template

"If this is all you have, then it's over!"

Boom!

Bai Ye stood bathed in the flames of the "Remnant Fire Taidao Xi—Remnant Sun Prison Clothes," his body engulfed in a nearly tangible 15-million-degree inferno formed by his Reiatsu. The very air around him distorted from the sheer heat.

He stepped into the sky above Mariejois, where the Red Line had already begun to melt away.

His eyes remained cold.

Shunpo!

In an instant, he appeared before Im—like a humanoid sun.

Everything in Bai Ye's wake was reduced to ashes.

The 'Remnant Fire Taidao' was raised high.

"...DAMN!!!"

Im's expression twisted as he felt the unbearable heat—so intense that even space itself seemed to burn and warp. The very wind disintegrated in the face of Bai Ye's flames.

Desperation flickered in Im's eyes as he attempted to raise his right hand, trying to slow Bai Ye's advance while simultaneously activating his spatial abilities to create distance.

But even with his power—far surpassing that of the bearded Five Elders—

He was still a step too late.

The moment he moved—

The 'Remnant Fire Taidao' had already descended, reflected in his widening pupils.

Im's right hand was only halfway raised when the sword struck.

Boom!!!

The sky itself rippled and collapsed from the impact.

A shrill scream tore through the air.

Im, now appearing at a distance, clutched his arm in agony.

Before the eyes of the world, his flesh and blood melted instantly. His very bones were exposed, sizzling as they were completely incinerated. Even his own blood turned to vapor before it could spill.

"B*****d!"

Im's crimson pupils locked onto Bai Ye, his face contorted in fury.

"You—an inferior creature—think you can kill a god?! How arrogant!!!"

A snarl erupted from his throat as he clenched his remaining hand into the void.

A pitch-black gate materialized—a massive construct formed from pure death energy.

With a voice filled with wrath, he roared:

"Don't think this is the end! This is only the beginning!"

"Be buried in hell forever!"

Boom!

A sinister aura erupted from the 'Gate of Hell,' flooding the entire Mariejois. Everything caught in its wake withered instantly, drained of life. The very ground trembled.

Then, with a deep, rumbling sound, the gate began to open.

The Red Line—already melted—shook once more.

Space warped violently.

From the depths of that abyssal darkness, figures emerged.

One by one.

The world held its breath.

On the Grand Line, in the New World, across the Four Seas—

Countless people stared, eyes wide, hearts hammering against their ribs.

Because those figures, bathed in sunlight as they stepped forward—

Were none other than the legends of the past.

"T-Those are... Silver Axe of the Rocks Pirates... and Ochoku?!"

Marine Headquarters, Marineford.

"H-Hey... those guys are all monsters!"

"Wait... if all the Rocks Pirates are in there..."

The Marine executives trembled. A horrifying realization struck them.

And just as they feared—

After Silver Axe, Ochoku, and John emerged—

The final figure stepped forth.

The very man who had once brought terror to the world.

A towering figure, his spiked hair unruly, his body battle-worn yet exuding a suffocating presence.

"It can't be...!"

"That's... him!"

The captain of the Rocks Pirates.

The man who gathered the most monstrous crew in history.

The ruler of a bygone era of ruthless piracy.

The uncrowned king of the sea—

Rocks D. Xebec!!!

And it didn't end there.

"That's... former Marine Admiral 'Thunder Tiger'! He served alongside Fleet Admiral Kong!"

"Another Admiral?!"

"Wait... no... that man...!"

"It's not just an Admiral... it's One Piece Roger!!!"

The shock was indescribable.

Sengoku, frozen in disbelief, felt his blood turn cold.

His voice dropped to a grave whisper. "That bastard... he's even turned fallen Admirals into his puppets?!"

A chilling thought gripped him.

This wasn't just about the past era or the current one.

It was beyond that.

Im had gathered these warriors across countless ages.

And if even the strongest Marine Admirals were among them—

"Could it be... that 'God' has never belonged to any single era?!"

Sengoku's mind reeled.

He knew of Devil Fruits that could grant eternal life.

He knew of powers that could resurrect souls as skeletons, that could manipulate the underworld itself.

But none of that explained the sheer scale of what he was witnessing.

Just how long had Im ruled from the shadows?

How long had he lived?

How vast was his power?

Was he truly a god?

At that moment, on the Whitebeard Pirates' ship—

Marco trembled. "Old man... old man, that's the Golden Lion, right?! And Roger... Roger's really there?!"

Whitebeard remained silent.

His eyes, filled with both sorrow and fury, fixated on the battlefield.

Golden Lion, Rocks, Roger—

Those men, whom he once fought alongside and against—

Now nothing more than puppets.

And yet, even more terrifying than their revival—

Was the sheer number of monsters stepping forth from the 'Gate of Hell.'

One, two, ten, twenty—

Fifty.

At least fifty figures emerged, each radiating a level of power that dwarfed most of today's strongest warriors.

Even if they were mere puppets, their strength remained undeniable.

This wasn't just an army.

It was a calamity.

And still, it wasn't enough to make Bai Ye waver.

As the legions of the undead and the mightiest warriors of past generations surrounded him—

Bai Ye merely raised his sword.

His voice was calm. Disdainful.

"The dead should stay dead."

The 'Remnant Fire Taidao' gleamed.

"No matter how many there are—burn."

The flames surged.

"Remnant Fire Taidao—North!!!"