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While the chaos continued in Ohara, things were different on the battlefield.
Kuzan was facing Ashborn head-on. From his point of view, no matter what attack he used, it wasn't working. Ice Spears, Ice Blades, freezing the ocean—it was useless.
Kuzan clenched his teeth. Tch… only one option left.
He had just started practicing Armament Haki, not even close to mastering it. But now, he poured every ounce of power into it. His body shook as he coated his ice with Haki, creating an Ice Giant so huge it covered Ohara itself.
The marines still alive began to cheer, their voices desperate.
"Yes! Vice Admiral Kuzan will win!"
"He'll kill that monster!"
Ashborn looked up at the massive figure. Instead of fear, he smiled. His eyes glowed purple.
Kuzan's breath was heavy. He could feel it—the pressure of something not normal, not human. His instincts screamed. This… isn't just a Devil Fruit… this is something else entirely.
Ashborn slowly raised his hand. His voice was calm, but it carried across the battlefield like thunder.
"You are strong, Vice Admiral. Your spirit is worth respect. But strength built by serving tyrants is meaningless. Strength forged on the blood of innocents is empty. Just like the justice of that man over there, bleeding on the ground…"
Sakazuki, still injured and furious, growled from the rubble.
Ashborn's hand turned pitch black. In a blur, a blade appeared in his grip—Kamishwrath, the weapon he once wielded as Jin-Woo in another timeline.
With a single motion, he slashed.
The Ice Giant was split in half instantly. The slash tore through everything, even Kuzan, who stood at the top of it.
For a moment, time froze. The only thing Kuzan could see were Ashborn's eyes, glowing purple with streaks of bright red. A thought struck his mind in horror.
This… isn't a Devil Fruit…
Ashborn's voice followed like a whisper of death.
"I am no fruit user. I am life and death itself, given form by my father… the Creator. The Absolute Being."
Pain. Real pain—something no Logia user should feel. Kuzan's brain burned, his body screamed as he tried one last move. He froze himself, trying to survive… but it was too late.
The slash had already cut him apart. His body split, landing in pieces across the battlefield.
Silence.
The marines stared in disbelief. Their Vice Admiral—their hope for the future—was gone.
"No… no way…"
"He's a Logia! He can't die like this!"
"This… this is impossible!"
Even Sakazuki, who had just regained consciousness, fell to his knees, his eyes wide in shock.
"Kuzan…? Damn it, get up! Don't joke around!"
But Kuzan's pale eyes stared lifelessly at the sky. His body didn't move. The cold of his ice had turned into the cold of death.
Vice Admiral Kuzan… was dead.
Ashborn ignored Akainu's furious shouts. His eyes stayed on the body of the Vice Admiral he had just cut down. Kuzan lay divided, but Ashborn's gaze was calm, almost thoughtful.
"You were useful," Ashborn said softly. "You carried darkness inside you… but there was still a little light too."
Darkness began to swirl around Kuzan's corpse. The marines froze in shock.
Ashborn raised his hand. His voice was low, but it echoed clearly across the battlefield.
"I know what you wanted… justice. A world where the innocent don't die, where you aren't just a puppet. Very well then…"
He stretched out his hand and whispered a single word.
"Arise."
The sound was quiet, yet every single person—Akainu, the marines, the civilians of Ohara—heard it.
Shadows wrapped around Kuzan's broken body, twisting and reshaping it. His corpse shuddered, the limbs turning black as fire-like shadows consumed him. The marines screamed in horror.
"Vice Admiral Kuzan…!?"
"No… this is impossible!"
"He's… he's moving!?"
Slowly, Kuzan's body rose. His once calm blue eyes were now pits of burning black fire. He knelt before Ashborn, his voice deeper, colder.
"Your will is my command… my king."
Ashborn's expression did not change.
But then, a furious voice roared across the battlefield.
"You bastard! Release Aokiji at once!"
Akainu had returned, his arm already dripping magma, the other arm missing from Ashborn's earlier strike. His rage burned hotter than his fire.
Ashborn finally closed his eyes, tired of the noise. His voice came out like a whisper carried by death itself.
"The goal of all life… is death."
At once, the marines screamed in agony. Their bodies withered, decayed, and turned to ash. Even Akainu's rage was cut short as the decay consumed him, leaving nothing but dust scattered across the island.
The people of Ohara, hiding among the ruins, watched in terror. Yet they also saw Ashborn's shadow soldiers gathering them, protecting them from the destruction.
Ashborn opened his eyes again, scanning the island. His voice was calm.
"…Hmm. So many still alive. Good."
He raised his hand once more. A dark portal opened, and from it stepped Kaiser, the shadow dragon.
The giant beast bowed low.
Ashborn pointed to the distance.
"Kaiser. Head west. To Wano. There is a pretender dragon there. Crush him."
The dragon's roar shook the skies as it spread its massive wings and flew off toward the Land of Wano.
As Ashborn spread his weak shadows around the village, the villagers came out, guided by his soldier Remo. His other shadow soldiers kept order, protecting the weak and fighting anyone still causing chaos.
Ashborn stood in front of a mountain of dead bodies. The villagers watched him in silence. Some cried, some trembled. Even a Marines who has betrayed Marine now wept, ashamed of there sins.
Ashborn raised his hand, and in it appeared a cup. The Cup of Life—a relic created by his father, the Absolute Being. He stared at it for a moment, then poured its contents onto the ground.
Boom.
A wave of light spread through Ohara. The earth glowed, and a miracle unfolded before everyone's eyes.
The burned bodies healed. Missing arms and legs grew back. Faces twisted in pain became whole again. Buildings that had been crushed or set on fire reformed stone by stone, wood by wood.
And then—the dead began to breathe again. Their eyes opened. Their hearts beat.
The people of Ohara dropped to their knees, crying with joy and disbelief. Parents hugged children. Lovers embraced. Friends shouted each other's names, tears falling freely.
Ashborn's voice cut through the noise, calm but firm.
"I have revived your people. I came to erase this world's corruption."
The professors and scholars, who had once been targeted for their knowledge, stood stunned. Ashborn looked at them.
"I know you studied about me… about my father, the Absolute Being—the Most High."
They lowered their heads in silence, unable to answer.
Then Ashborn turned to the oldest among them. "Remmo," he said.
his solder stepped forward,ready for accepting the command of his liege
"Protect the people of this island," Ashborn said. "I will go and destroy the corruption that poisons this world.and instruct the new shdow i created and protect this island"
"Yes, my Lord," the Remmo replied Happily as he is Given command by his liege .
Ashborn gave a small nod. Then, without another word, he turned and opened a black portal. The air shook with power as the gate appeared. He stepped inside, his figure swallowed by the darkness, heading straight for Mary Geoise—the heart of the world's corruption.