"Nature Type: Heaven Quake Fruit!"
Gern's lips curled into a fervent smile as he gave his Devil Fruit an awe-inspiring name.
Then, he lowered his head, gazing at his palm, slowly spreading his fingers.
"Boom!" In an instant, countless tiny vibrating particles converged in his palm, condensing into a pure white energy sphere.
The surface of the sphere continuously erupted with air-distorting shockwaves, like a miniature epicenter compressed to its extreme!
"Whitebeard's is the Paramecia Type: Tremor-Tremor Fruit, which generates vibrations through a physical medium, but the cost is that his own body must endure the backlash of the vibrations..."
Gern sneered, suddenly clenching his fingers, and the light sphere instantly collapsed, transforming into countless trembling particle streams that wrapped around his arm.
"But my Heaven Quake Fruit is a direct transformation into the very source of vibration!"
He abruptly raised his left fist, imitating Whitebeard's posture from his memories, and the vibrating particles instantly covered and condensed onto his fist.
The air at the tip of his fist twisted wildly, as if a destructive impact could erupt at any moment.
But Gern did not throw the punch; instead, he slowly reined in his power.
He didn't need to imitate anyone, because his ability inherently surpassed the Tremor-Tremor Fruit!
"What Whitebeard can do, I can do..." Gern murmured to himself, his gaze as sharp as a blade, "And what he cannot do... I can also do!"
It is the strongest and most destructive among all known three types of Devil Fruits, hailed as the "strongest Paramecia" Fruit.
Now, with the characteristics of the Nature Type added, Gern can not only strike the world itself and vibrate space like the Tremor-Tremor Fruit.
He can also, as a Nature Type, directly control the tremors of the sky, atmosphere, and ocean.
It's not just about shaking the world... but making vibration itself a weapon in his hands.
Just as Gern was marveling at the power he had gained, in the distance, war raged on the west side of God Island.
The remnants of the Rocks Pirates were in frantic retreat, and the figures of Whitebeard, Golden Lion, and others appeared faintly in the smoke.
But Gern merely cast a cold glance, then withdrew his gaze, turning his eyes to the very center of the island.
There, was where Rocks, Roger, and Garp had their decisive battle!
"Now..." Gern's lips curved into an arc, and invisible vibrating particles began to emerge around him.
"It's time to bring back some real 'trophies'."
.......
In the central area of God Valley, the luxurious platform once used by the Celestial Dragons to watch hunting games had long since turned into ruins.
And in the center of the giant crater, Rocks · D · Xebec lay on his back, blood pooling into a dark red lake beneath him.
This king who once dominated the seas was now gasping for breath, each inhale accompanied by the coughing up of internal organ fragments.
After Roger and Garp severely wounded Rocks, the God's Knights escorted the Celestial Dragons away.
The World Government also directly left him alone to face the ensuing Buster Call that would destroy the island, to fend for himself.......
"Pirates and Marines joining forces..." He bared his blood-stained lips, revealing a sarcastic sneer.
"How... utterly ironic..."
"Roger, Garp..." Just as he was about to close his eyes and embrace death,
"Boom!" The ground suddenly trembled, and small gravel bounced with the vibrations.
Rocks' cloudy pupils slightly contracted; this familiar way of vibrating......
Footsteps approached from afar, and a young boy in a Marine uniform stepped into this forbidden death zone.
The sun shone from behind him, casting a long shadow in front of him.
"Is that Newgate? No, how could that guy come here?"
Rocks struggled to move his eyeballs, and when he used Observation Haki to clearly see that the newcomer was just a short, dark-haired boy of about fourteen, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
But then he noticed the unique vibrational ripples emanating from the boy's body... That wasn't Newgate's ability!
On this side, Gern was currently using his ability to precisely shatter some ruins, hoping to find some treasures to exchange for money, but after a long time, he found nothing.
"Strange, the Celestial Dragons' hunting game rewards shouldn't be so few!" Gern couldn't help but complain.
"But Rocks and Roger's Conqueror's Haki is truly terrifying!
If it weren't for this Haoshoku, I wouldn't have been knocked out more than fifty times... Alas, there are gains and losses!"
Rocks, in the pit, heard Gern's murmuring beside him, and his pupils suddenly contracted to the size of needlepoints.
This fourteen-year-old Navy brat was actually knocked out more than fifty times during his and Roger's Conqueror's Haki clash?!
One must know that even a general Vice Admiral-level expert from Marineford would be unconscious for at least a full day under the full pressure of their Haki.
Yet this boy in front of him could regain consciousness at an astonishing speed after each fainting spell.
What does this mean?! It means that in that earth-shattering Haoshoku confrontation, he recovered consciousness from unconsciousness approximately once every two minutes!
"An ignorant monster, huh..." Thinking of this, Rocks suddenly remembered something.
So he opened his mouth and, with the little strength he had left, shouted, "Hey! Navy brat!!"
A soft but clear shout came, "Don't bother looking, what you want isn't here. Hahaha!!"
"No way!" Hearing that laugh, Gern swallowed, slowly turned his head, and looked towards the source of the sound.
Then he staggered forward, finally stopping about three meters from the giant pit.
"You're still alive..." Gern looked down at the true overlord who dominated this era, the strongest of this era,
Rocks · D · Xebec!!!
"Rocks..." Gern murmured.
Rocks struggled to focus his vision, and when he clearly saw the boy in front of him, it further confirmed the thoughts in his mind.
Especially Gern's eyes, which held neither pity for a dying man nor the respect due when facing an overlord of the sea.
His gaze was too clear, so clear that it was like... observing an exhibit in a museum?
And Gern, looking at the dying Rocks, merely sighed.
After all, in his heart, Rocks' existence had a barrier similar to that between reality and a fictional character, so he had no other thoughts.
"Hey, Navy brat..." Rocks' voice was hoarse, "Are you here to... witness the changing of the era?"
"I'm just here to find some valuable things," Gern said calmly.
"Hahaha! Valuable things, huh..." Rocks suddenly burst into laughter, blood gushing from his mouth with the sound.
"Navy brat... you're very interesting." His gaze suddenly sharpened, "Your ability... isn't like Newgate's..."
"It's Heaven Quake," Gern slowly raised his right hand, palm upward.
As he moved, the surrounding air began to twist, and a purer vibrational energy, different from the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, gathered in his hand.
In an instant, the surrounding air began to twist, and an extremely pure vibrational energy flowed at his fingertips.
This vibration wasn't like Whitebeard's, which caused space to shatter, but was closer to... some fundamental power.
A hint of understanding flashed in Rocks' eyes: "So that's it... Heaven Quake, huh... It's more terrifying than Newgate's!"
"Didn't you want something valuable?" Rocks continued, "Make a deal with me, a dying man?"
"A deal?" Gern frowned.
"That's right," Rocks looked elsewhere, "Something valuable."
Gern followed his gaze, and saw a completely black long sword sticking diagonally in the scorched earth, its blade reflecting a cold gleam.
Seeing this, Gern walked over and pulled out the sword. It wasn't a traditional katana, but a straight, double-edged black sword.
It was about 1.5 meters long, with an exquisite hilt and a missing scabbard. The blade was entirely black like an abyss, its surface covered with dark red cracks, with a faint glow flowing within them.
"This sword is..."
"One of the Supreme Grade Swords - Twelve Supreme Blades."
"Use your ability... to give me a dignified burial. I don't want to die under the Buster Call artillery fire of that trash World Government..." Rocks' voice grew weaker and weaker.
"After it's done, this sword... will be yours..."
"Name."
"You will give it a name," Rocks coughed up blood again.
"Good," Gern looked at the black sword in his hand, silent for a moment, then nodded seriously, "As you wish, I accept this deal."
"Buzz!" Vibrating particles condensed in Gern's palm, compressing wildly.
"Hahaha..." Rocks suddenly let out a hoarse laugh, "Interesting... Too interesting... Kid, what's your name?"
"Gern," Gern replied calmly, "Gern Reginald Sigma."
Not hearing a "D" middle name, a strange light flashed in Rocks' eyes.
"Not a D, huh!" Rocks sighed.
At the same time, the scene of Roger and Garp's combined attack on him flashed in his mind, and then he turned his gaze to Gern.
Pirates and Marines, huh... Then I'll be willful for once!
Let my sword once again make a name for itself in the world!
Terrifying and ignorant monster... Gern Reginald Sigma!!
The vibrating particle sphere slowly descended, and the powerful vibration completely shattered Rocks' body along with the air, burying him on this God Island!!
