Sailing: A Retired Veteran Awakens with Genryusai Template

"Remnant Fire Tachi - North..."

The moment Bai Ye spoke, Im's crimson pupils flickered coldly.

Roar!

Tens of thousands of undead, wreathed in thick, black death energy, let out a collective howl over Mariejois.

The entire city trembled.

Like a tidal wave, the horde of undead surged forward, raising clouds of dust, their grotesque forms rushing toward Bai Ye—intent on tearing him apart, drowning him in a torrent of death.

"Die!"

"As long as the enemy remains alive, these 'minions' will never rest! They will pursue you until your very last breath!"

Im sneered, giving a command for Rocks and the others—now his puppets—to hold their ground.

He had no intention of deploying them just yet.

No, first, he would wear down that man's energy.

To Im, all 'humans'—all 'inferior creatures'—shared the same fundamental weakness.

No matter how monstrous their strength, their stamina was finite.

It had always been this way, even at the dawn of the World Government.

Back then, he had encountered troublesome individuals before. Though none posed the threat of the man standing before him now, every last one of them had fallen the same way—broken under endless attrition.

It didn't matter how terrifying their talent was.

It didn't matter if they had the strength to dominate an era.

If they could be pushed to exhaustion—

If their energy could be depleted—

Then they would fall.

And the undead that now surged toward Bai Ye?

They were not limited in number.

Though they appeared to be thousands, they were mere products of Im's Death Fruit ability.

As long as the black energy of death continued to exist, these creatures would never tire, never stop marching, never cease their attack—

Until they had torn their target to shreds.

Im watched, his lips curling into a smirk.

He turned his gaze toward the Five Elders—particularly the one with the thick, fluffy beard.

"You as well. Join them."

The elder's expression changed, but before he could react—

Boom...!

Bai Ye remained still, watching the approaching torrent of death.

His gaze remained cold.

Unwavering.

The world—the entire Grand Line—watched in shock.

Had the man finally given up?

Had he met his match?

Would this be the end?

In the very next second—

Bai Ye moved.

Bathed in the 15-million-degree inferno of the Remnant Sun Prison Clothes, he raised his right hand—

BOOM!

The entire Mariejois trembled violently.

A suffocating pressure filled the air.

A pressure so overwhelming it was as if the ocean itself had suddenly descended upon the land.

Darkness loomed.

Everything seemed to fade—

Until all that remained was a single burning sword and the man who wielded it.

The entire Grand Line held its breath.

Every eye in the world remained fixated on the projection of Mariejois.

The undead surged forward.

200 meters…

100 meters…

50 meters…

10 meters…

The very stench of death surrounded Bai Ye.

Im sneered.

It was over.

But then—

Bai Ye's gaze lifted.

He did not look at the approaching army.

He looked past them—straight at Im.

"Since they won't stop… then I'll simply burn them all."

He raised his sword.

"Remnant Fire Tachi - North…"

"…End of Heaven and Earth!!!"

Bai Ye swung.

BOOM!!!

The very air ignited.

Not because of an explosion.

No—

The slash had been so fast that the heat itself ignited before the shockwave could even form.

The world bore witness to true destruction.

Mariejois vanished.

Light itself seemed to be swallowed by the flames.

For that single moment—

Everything ahead of Bai Ye was obliterated.

A cataclysmic inferno roared across the battlefield.

"No… NO!!!"

Im's face contorted in horror.

He shouted orders.

His puppets surged forward to intercept the attack.

But it was useless.

The Remnant Fire Tachi - North - End of Heaven and Earth was not an attack.

It was annihilation.

The moment the flames touched them—

Thousands of undead crumbled into ash.

The very land itself melted.

Pangu City? Gone.

Mariejois? Erased.

And then—

The New World itself trembled.

Tectonic plates shuddered.

The very Red Line quaked under the force of the strike.

The world had never seen such devastation.

Not from pirates.

Not from Marines.

Not from gods.

Nothing had ever come close.

And as the flames continued to burn, reaching higher, consuming everything in sight—

Im could do nothing but stare.

A being he had once deemed an inferior creature now stood before him, wrapped in fire that devoured the heavens themselves.

And for the first time—

The so-called God of the World felt fear.