Roger and Makima

The outcome would be…

The Star of Bethlehem, originally meant to eradicate all demons, would destroy all humanity?!

Roger's eyes widened, and he shook his hands on the table. "You're not joking, are you?!"

"The Star of Bethlehem stores the magic of the God's Right Seat, especially the power of Fire. It operates on Christian magic principles, so even if demons obtained it, they generally couldn't use it."

The Backwater solemnly said, "But after thousands of years, if the Star of Bethlehem's foundation is twisted, demons could use it. That's why I hope you can reach the deeper parts of Hell if you enter Hueco Mundo."

"…Of course!" Roger grabbed the glass on the table, took a deep drink, and seemed to remember something. "But what does the Star of Bethlehem look like?"

"As a pirate, you should recognize it at a glance because it's a warship."

A warship?

Roger was puzzled, but at that moment, The Backwater stood up.

"Your time is short. I don't want to delay you any longer. Let's part here." The Backwater continued, "When you fall into Hueco Mundo, you will be chosen by an organization called the 'Twilight Hermit Society,' but don't reveal that you're Gol D. Roger or that you're dead."

"If you find any information, you can bring some members of the Twilight Hermit Society to find me."

"…Alright." Roger didn't try to stop The Backwater from leaving. They were only acquaintances who had met once.

At this moment, his mind was still reeling from what The Backwater had said earlier: Hueco Mundo, Hollows breaking their masks, the Star of Bethlehem?

It all seemed overwhelming.

"Well, never mind. I'll deal with the living first. I'll worry about this after I'm dead!"

It sounded odd, but it was valid for his current situation.

While alive, he had many things to do!

Roger laughed at himself, looking at the food and drink on the table, losing interest.

"Check, please!"

......

"Roger is dying soon, and I need to accelerate my plans."

After The Backwater finished talking with Roger, Genichi sat at a table, looked at a black-and-white painting, and spoke softly.

What The Backwater told Roger about Hueco Mundo and Hell was not to deceive him but because he genuinely wanted to create such a world.

Creating a complete world was beyond his current abilities, but he could fake it using some tricks.

This was where the Shikon Jewel came in.

The Shikon Jewel had incredible abilities, including creating illusions that could become a reality, like the tales of the Magic Brush.

It could materialize contents from a drawing, like the Pig Sty Alley that Garp had seen before, and in the story of Inuyasha, it could summon countless demons using fragments of the Shikon Jewel.

Although those demons were weak, they were helpful.

Now, he was using the power of the Shikon Jewel to create a Hueco Mundo.

Draw a world of endless white sands, and then...

Pour in a large number of Shikon Jewel fragments!

One fragment wasn't enough; he needed to use ten, twenty, or even more Shikon Jewel fragments!

If the rules of the Shinigami world merge with these world's rules, it might truly bring forth the Soul Society and Hueco Mundo, accelerating the process.

As previously mentioned, there would gradually be Arrancars and Hollows in this world, so it would be fitting to give them a destination.

Because…

They could also provide Genichi with emotional energy.

"Roger has about a year left to live. Let's create a simple Hueco Mundo before he dies."

With a year to go, there was no rush.

Still, time passed quickly for him.

In the blink of an eye, several months they were passed.

There was an uproar when the world learned about the disbanding of the Roger Pirates. No one expected the crew that had just conquered the Grand Line to break up so suddenly.

People obsessed with the Roger Pirates were left without a goal, feeling disappointed and angry. The world began hunting down the crew members of the Roger Pirates.

With the pirates running rampant, the Marines didn't sit idle. They attacked active pirates and searched for Roger.

Meanwhile, in the remote East Blue, a great battle erupted!

One day, after finishing some business, Makima received news from the East Blue about a powerful demon.

A great demon had appeared in the East Blue, so strong that even Admiral Sengoku of the Black Order went to handle it and disappeared.

Makima decided to take action personally.

On a remote island in the East Blue, there was none other than Roger waiting for her.

"What exactly are you planning?!"

Sengoku shouted in anger in front of a campfire.

He had been drawn to the East Blue by the demon's news. The East Blue branch of the Black Order couldn't handle it, and the members sent from the headquarters disappeared one by one, ultimately trapping him here.

But this was reasonable because the demon here was none other than Roger!

Roger sat by the fire, smiling, "I have to do this to verify a theory before I die."

"…" Sengoku took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. "Is your target Marshal Makima?!"

Roger gently said, "Yes, because I have many questions about her. I intend to ask her directly."

"…" Sengoku suddenly fell silent.

"You must have noticed something unusual about Makima, too. Her behavior is too suspicious. Does an ancient demon

Hunter needs to be so dedicated in this era?"

"The Backwater of the God's Right Seat has hardly done anything."

Roger continued, "But Makima, the moment she appeared, eagerly found the World Government and, with their power, established the Black Order. Over the years, she's been involved in nearly every major event in this world."

"Although I'm about to die, this is the perfect time… to test her."

Roger slowly stood up and looked in a specific direction.

In that direction, on a small boat, Makima stood with her hands behind her back, her eyes with circular rings, gazing towards Roger's position.

She wasn't rowing; countless fish moved the boat beneath the surface.

Even from a great distance, their eyes met!