Final Battle Won in one piece , System Just Activated

Valley of the Gods.

Allen stood bare-chested, his bronze skin and well-defined muscles radiating strength. The intense aura surrounding him seemed to distort the air, creating an almost surreal effect.

"Allen, do you really have to put on such a big show?" Roger's mustache twitched, usually hinting at humor, but his expression was serious. There wasn't a hint of a smile; only a focused intensity marked his face.

Behind Roger stood "Dark King" Rayleigh and Spark Jabba, both tensed and ready. Muscles taut, they prepared for any sudden moves.

To Roger's right were two formidable figures—one was massively built, with a scar slashing across his left eye, while the other wore frog-like glasses and sported a long, braided beard. Both men were draped in navy cloaks marked with the symbol for "Justice" on their backs.

"Allen, I don't want to fight you," Garp said, picking his nose nonchalantly. "Why bother with those lowlifes?"

Before Garp could continue, Sengoku quickly covered his mouth.

It was risky for a high-ranking Vice Admiral to openly insult the Celestial Dragons in front of pirates. Even with Marshal Kong's backing, Garp would face serious consequences!

"Allen, you're too arrogant," Sengoku spoke, his tone cold. "You think you can just decide what to do as you please?"

On Allen's other side, a man with an afro stared at him with a scowl. Beside him were Edward Newgate, bearing his iconic crescent mustache, the towering Charlotte Linlin, and Shiki with his wild mane of blond hair. Each of them prepared for a fight.

The top combatants of this age stood on all sides, each fixated on the lone figure of Allen, a man in his twenties encircled by legends.

Allen smirked, raising an eyebrow in mock surprise. "I must be special, huh? Navy and pirates alike gathering to take down little old me?"

He swept his gaze over the gathering of legendary figures: Rocks, Whitebeard, Shiki, and Linlin in front of him, with Roger, Rayleigh, and Jabba flanking him, while Garp and Sengoku were at his back, eyes locked onto him.

"Allen, it's not about joining forces against you. You've simply gone too far!" Sengoku's eyes were as cold as steel. The young man before him might appear harmless, but the naval records on Allen told a different story. They knew the chaos he'd unleashed, and no one could believe such turmoil was caused by a man barely twenty.

"Too far?" Allen scoffed, spitting to the side.

"Pirates pillage civilians without consequence. The navy shields the corrupt instead of rooting them out. And the Celestial Dragons? Their existence is a blight on this world!"

At first, the group listened quietly, but when Allen shouted the third line, even the onlookers gasped.

In truth, Allen didn't aspire to some grand vision of reforming the world for civilians. When he first arrived, he lived in a peaceful town, only for it to be razed by pirates, leaving him the sole survivor.

After drifting alone at sea for months, he was captured by a slave ship. Fortunately, he managed to steal a Devil Fruit and escape, only to be targeted by the navy and labeled a wanted criminal.

Allen hadn't attacked anyone without reason. The pirates, the navy, the entire world—it was all forced upon him.

If he couldn't avoid the spotlight, he'd rather be the brightest star. After all, he was a man of pride!

After eliminating a few notorious pirates and taking down over a dozen Celestial Dragons, Allen's reputation spread like wildfire.

With the whole world at his heels, he dismissed his crew and went to the Valley of the Gods alone, hoping to stir things up. But he hadn't expected such a turnout, a gathering of the world's strongest.

His confidence in his abilities had led him here, thinking himself invincible in the pirate world, but the sheer numbers and power of his opponents were something else.

Allen observed his surroundings. If this were a few decades later, he'd be facing legends: three Yonko, naval heroes, and other formidable figures. It was like a high-stakes game with the future at stake.

The Valley of the Gods should have been the stage for Garp and Roger's battle against Rocks. How had it turned into an all-out assault on him?

"Aren't you worried, navy and pirates fighting together, that Rocks will take advantage and turn on you?" Allen's eyes landed on Sengoku. Garp might rush in, fists flying, but Sengoku? Sengoku was a man of caution.

Crude as it was, stirring up trouble here could serve Allen well.

Sengoku hesitated, his expression showing a flicker of doubt. Indeed, their combined forces were strong, but what would happen after Allen was defeated? They'd face a league of pirates—strong, experienced, and ruthless.

If Allen's words held any weight, perhaps the navy should let the pirates turn on each other.

"Allen, as long as the Roger Pirates are here, you're the only opponent today!" Roger took a step forward, his sword Ace gleaming as he pointed it at Allen.

His "good friend" Garp followed suit with a sigh. "For the peace of the world, Allen, it ends here. But I'll make sure... I'll do everything I can to keep you from Impel Down!"

Garp saw Allen as one of the rare people he could respect—a man who never harmed civilians.

"Peace? Whose peace, exactly?" Allen's eyes burned with fury. "The Celestial Dragons' peace, or the peace of pirates looting and killing at will? You've never cared about the people!"

Allen, coming from a future Earth, couldn't stomach their justifications, their tolerance of the status quo. Someday, only someone like Garp's son would understand his words.

"Allen, your ideals are too dangerous," Sengoku's voice hardened. "Why make this a pointless fight?"

Sengoku's confidence was understandable—together, this group had the power to topple nations.

What more was there to say? With everyone here, any debate felt futile.

"Enough talking," Rocks interrupted with a wicked grin. "Allen, I'll ask you one last time: will you join me? With our power combined, we could reshape this world!"

A black mist radiated from Rocks, swirling and intensifying like living flames. As his aura surged, Whitebeard, Shiki, and Linlin stepped back, uneasy.

"The Dark-Dark Fruit…" Allen murmured, frowning. "So, this is a battle to the end."

Allen cracked his neck, producing a sound like snapping bones, his eyes flashing with deadly resolve.

There were only two choices: submit to Rocks or join the navy. After witnessing so many lives destroyed, he would never surrender to either side.

Garp and Sengoku removed their cloaks, preparing for combat as their energy flared. Each of them released their battle aura at the same time.

The sky seemed to split under the weight of their combined Haki, scattering the clouds, allowing the sun to shine down. Even the fierce winds in the valley calmed.

Though the scenery changed, an oppressive tension spread from the Valley of the Gods, and everyone save for the elite fighters around Allen took several steps back.

Garp raised his fist, focusing his power. Just as he moved to charge, Allen suddenly raised a hand.

"Wait!"

"Eh—?"

Garp halted, stumbling in surprise, his battle-ready momentum disrupted.

"What now?"

Allen ignored Garp's question as a metallic voice rang in his mind.

[Congratulations to the host on successfully crossing into the *One Piece* world!]

[System initialization complete!]

[The novice gift pack has been delivered...]

[Congratulations to the host for receiving: Physical Strength +1, Basic Swordsmanship Training.]

[Quest chain initializing…]

[Road to Power 1: Confront the future Pirate King! Show your strength!]

[Objective: Defeat Monkey D. Luffy, the 17-year-old who will become the Pirate King in the future!]

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