Flame of Revolution

The first silver chest he opened… revealed something completely unexpected:

The Flying Nimbus — the legendary cloud from Dragon Ball.

In the world of One Piece, the ability to fly was among the greatest powers one could possess.

With the Red Line intersecting the Calm Belt, the world had been split into four isolated seas—East Blue, West Blue, North Blue, and South Blue. Even the Marine had long struggled to cross the Calm Belt before Vegapunk's research bore fruit.

But now...

Kevin reached out and touched the Flying Nimbus.

'Hmm… Soft. And… my hand didn't pass through it like I expected.'

Having grown up immersed in internet culture, he knew well:

The Flying Nimbus doesn't let just anyone ride it. But if this version had been modified—likely adapted to this system—it was worth testing later, once he projected it outside the prison world.

The Flying Nimbus hovered quietly beside him, yet Kevin's eyes were drawn again to the glowing number on the platform:

22,400 Evil Points.

'What if I opened another chest?'

The appearance of something from Dragon Ball meant his luck today was peaking.

A little risk wouldn't hurt.

In a blink, ten thousand Evil Points vanished.

Only 12,400 remained.

A new silver chest materialized before him.

He opened it eagerly—

and the scene froze.

Two cards.

The first: Shadow Clone Jutsu from the world of Naruto.

The second: a Basic Physical Attribute Enhancement Card.

'A double hit... Not bad at all.'

His gaze flicked to the digital counter—up by five more Evil Points.

'I could open another chest.'

But now he was struggling to restrain himself…

'What do I do? Golden chests are so tempting…'

All around him, cries of pain still echoed through corridors six, seven, and eigh—sobs, pleading, and curses blended in a maddening chorus. Kevin, however, had long trained himself to ignore such noise.

'Should I open another silver chest? Or hold out for gold?'

This year marked the public execution of Gol D. Roger in Loguetown, in the East Blue.

But the one destined to shake the world wouldn't appear until two years from now.

Roger's execution…

He wasn't sure if Captain Luemi's influence was enough to secure him a front-row seat at the event.

The original story only mentioned two ordinary soldiers being present when the sentence was carried out.

But Kevin's thoughts were now fixated on something else:

How many Evil Points does the Pirate King's mind contain?

A man who'd commanded his crew not to harm innocents—who forbade stealing from them even in the worst of storms.

And yet…

his final words at the gallows had triggered a global flood of piracy, a wave that cost countless innocent lives.

Just as he once told Rayleigh:

"Let's turn this world upside down."

* * *

Moments later, after experimenting with two silver chests, Kevin pulled his consciousness back from the prison realm.

Two years remained...

He'd already tested the silver tier twice.

The smart choice now was to save up for a golden chest.

A wise move.

With that thought, he looked down at his hand with a faint sigh of reluctance.

Then activated the Basic Physical Attribute Enhancement Card—It vanished from his palm with a flash of intent:

'Use.'

In the next instant, he felt his body boiling—as though a hot surge had burst from his heart and poured through every vein, flooding his organs and igniting his insides.

Thump… thump… thump…

In his mind, his heartbeat sounded loud and distinct.

His lungs, his stomach, and even the quiet strain of his bones joined the choru—a silent symphony of transformation.

His muscles and tendons burned, reshaped, evolved…

No doubt, this card outclassed everything he had obtained from bronze or wooden chests.

The last time he'd felt such a seismic shift was when he used his very first bronze card.

'At this rate… maybe it's time to begin Armament Haki training.'

As that thought crossed his mind, Kevin had already left his room—heading straight for the Marine base mess hall, his steps quickening with every stride.

"Grrrgh…"

His stomach growled, reminding him of its desperate need. And as if by fate, the kitchen had already prepared a feast.

Fresh meat on the bone, fragrant rich soup, assorted fruits… Within minutes, he devoured the spread entirely.

Nutrients flooded into him as though his body absorbed them in an instant.

The usual amount prepared for ten men?

Not even close to enough.

"More... please, quickly if possible."

He addressed a nearby recruit, frozen in disbelief—who immediately darted off to the kitchen. The cooks kicked off a new frantic round of cooking.

A feast for twenty… then thirty men…

And when Kevin finally stopped, he'd consumed food meant for thirty-five full-grown soldiers.

Yet not a single change showed in his frame.

His body remained the same:

Lean, just under two meters tall—stomach flat as ever, not a trace of swelling.

* * *

In the office of the commander of Marine Branch 80, Captain Luemi was reading a report in silence when one of the communications officers asked in disbelief:

"—He ate enough food for thirty-five men? Regained all his energy... What a monstrous body indeed."

Luemi waved him off with a hand gesture, dismissing the matter for now. Then he turned to the officer seated beside him.

"What do you think, Howard? The main headquarters has begun registration for the Elite Training Camp. Perhaps we should nominate this monster of a kid to join."

Howard shook his head gently.

"Kevin dedicates himself to executing wicked pirates. Wasn't he the one who came to you for support right after the announcement of Roger's capture at the start of the month? Besides… public executions at headquarters are rare. Most Devil Fruit users are sent straight to Impel Down."

Luemi contemplated the point for a moment before speaking again.

"At first, I thought he might've eaten a Paramecia-type fruit linked to executions… But just days ago, he chased a pirate crew and leapt after them straight off the ship..."

"That means his abilities aren't the result of grueling training, but raw talent. And you know better than anyone what such talent means at headquarters."

Howard replied matter-of-factly:

"His minimum rank is Vice Admiral… and if he walks the path of that monster from six years ago, there's no reason he can't be nominated for Admiral someday."

Luemi nodded slowly.

"I recently spoke to Instructor Zephyr by the Transponder snail. After Roger was captured, the Golden Lion Shiki stormed Marineford himself, and was eventually apprehended—But thanks to his Float-Float Fruit, he was transferred directly to Impel Down."

"The Pirate King's death might just bring enough shock to quiet the storm of piracy… restore a bit of balance to the four seas. Kevin doesn't belong here... He belongs on the Grand Line—where monsters breed."

No sooner had he said that than the Transponder Snail on his desk buzzed sharply.

He lifted the receiver—The snail wore dark, frog-like goggles, and a stern, clipped voice emerged from its lips:

"Vice Admiral Garp couldn't make the journey, so the task of heading to Loguetown has fallen to me. What you requested has been arranged—but time is tight. He'll have to cross the Red Line via the Marine's secured routes."

* * *

Meanwhile, Kevin had just finished devouring his massive meal, and strolled leisurely toward the town's beach, enjoying the warmth of the setting sun as it aided his digestion.

He summoned the Flying Nimbus, allowing it to float alongside him. And sure enough, the cloud had been modified in the prison world—Even someone like Kevin, hardly a picture of innocence, could ride it without resistance.

'Hmm… the sea at sunset really is a sight to behold.'

He kept the Flying Nimbus hovering just above him in standby, then activated the Shadow Clone Jutsu card.

Slipping his sunglasses over his eyes, he gazed out across the horizon.

Two years had passed since order had been imposed—With a Marine base stationed in the town, pirate ships no longer dared anchor here like they once had.

Now, on average, at least one public execution was carried out each month.

Thanks to that, the name Kevin the Executioner had become infamous across the entire West Blue.