Flame of Revolution

Roger's laughter thundered across the horizon, leaping from the Transmission Snails to every corner of the world.

Minds froze. Hearts faltered.

People had always lived fighting to survive—and fear of death was an ever-present companion, indifferent to whether one was obscure or great.

But this man…

laughed from the depths of his soul—a laugh that defied logic, a laugh that mocked death itself.

"My treasure? If you want it, I'll grant it! Search on! All the world had to offer, I left in that place!"

Sengoku shouted, cutting off his words:

"Execute him!"

In that instant, Kevin's spear shot out like a bolt of lightning, piercing Roger's body from the left side, driving straight into his heart.

He had seen it with his own eyes—the number doubling before him.

The Evil Points, which had hovered at a mere 1,635, skyrocketed to 125,000 in seconds.

The second executioner raised his spear hesitantly—but Kevin didn't wait. He couldn't afford to.

With no resistance, his spear drove through the heart of the Pirate King.

'Consciousness Detained.'

"Hah..."

A storm roared across the heavens. Dark clouds gathered over the scene.

Lightning screamed.

Thunder bellowed.

Rain poured down as though heralding the birth of a new era.

And just as silence fell—noise surged back like a tidal wave.

Roger's final words had already spread like wildfire, from that small execution platform to every corner of the earth, igniting a new fever across the world.

Sengoku's expression clouded.

That brilliant military mind—long renowned for his cunning—saw his plans unravel in the wake of a few words.

He had believed that Roger's execution would shatter the pirates' will.

But now he knew—those words would drive thousands to the seas,hearts alight with dreams of the One Piece.

Generation after generation, the dreamers would multiply.

"That bastard…!"

He roared furiously, waving his hand:

"Every pirate on this island—dead or alive! Begin the purge now!"

The communications officers immediately relayed the orders.

Vice admirals and Marine battalions began to move.

But it was too late.

Chaos had already swept the square. Pirates and civilians mingled. The weather had turned. And someone had already stopped Kuzan.

And these weren't just novice pirates in the crowd:

Gecko Moria—at the start of his journey. Crocodile—not yet obsessed with Pluton. Dracule Mihawk—the swordsman destined to become the world's greatest.

They were all here.

All witnesses to the birth of an era that would know no peace.

'But revolutions... are never born without blood.'

Kevin cast a glance toward the harbor.

Kuzan, the Ice-Ice Fruit user, had been stationed there on Sengoku's orders—but he'd been delayed.

Kuzan, at twenty-five, hadn't yet reached the pinnacle of his power.

But time waited for no one.

Sfft!

Kevin yanked his spear free and hurled it—it sliced through the air, embedding in the chest of a pirate with 900 Evil Points, just below the platform.

Sengoku cast a silent glance at him.

Kevin leapt from the platform, wrenched his spear free, and muttered:

"You? I don't think the One Piece suits you."

Then he vanished from sight—only to reappear behind another man with 600 Evil Points.

"Hahaha! To the sea! To the Grand Treasure! I'll become King of the Pirates!"

Before the laugh could finish, Kevin's spear drove through the back of his head.

Blood and bits of brain scattered across the ground. Those nearby backed away in fear.

"King? What king?"

He didn't stop.

He activated his vision again, scanning for Evil Point readings:

'130… 180… 90… 320… 95…'

And then they began to recognize him:

"It's Kevin! The infamous executioner of Lasgab from the West Blue! Did that bastard come here to execute the Pirate King?!"

"Marine dog! Kill him!"

"He hunted us mercilessly—let's tear him apart!"

* * *

In a flash, one pirate turned and fired a bullet directly at Kevin.

But such attacks no longer worked on him.

With his body moving in a smooth, flowing motion, he slid aside easily.

Then, with his crimson spear—now an extension of his will—he launched it into the pirate's chest, piercing clean through.

Kevin had opened many boxes before—but tools weren't his goal.

Every skill—whether Shadow Clone or any he had yet to obtain—shared one trait: they consumed stamina.

That was why Kevin sought to enhance both body and spirit.

Attribute Enhancement Cards—physical and mental. That was the true core of his strength, not just tricks.

After countless refinements to his reflexes, he had silently crossed the threshold of Observation Haki, with no announcement, no display.

Sfft!

His spear sliced the air again—but this time, there was no splash of blood, no torn flesh.

His opponent's body shattered like dust—only to reform and reshape in the blink of an eye.

He was a Logia-type Devil Fruit user—his body untouchable, physical attacks passing through him without leaving a mark.

"Hahahaha! You Marine dog, executioner Kevin! Your attacks can't hurt me!"

The pirate laughed as he sprinted toward the port, not slowing for a second.

Even though his Evil Points were no more than 1,600, Kevin wasn't in the mood to show mercy.

"Logia, huh?"

Kevin gave a faint smile, didn't even bother retrieving his spear, and dashed after him.

"You pathetic soldier! Didn't I tell you? Your blows don't work on me!"

The pirate shouted, still running…

But Kevin had already closed the distance.

Suddenly—

Boom!

One punch.The pirate's body flew into the air. His shoulder bone shattered beneath the force.

"Hhh… hff…"

Heavy, ragged breathing escaped his chest. He spat blood, eyes wide in disbelief.

"Impossible…! How… how did you touch me?!"

Kevin didn't answer.

He surveyed the square—now nearly empty—and said calmly:

"A Logia user without mastery of Observation Haki… is nothing more than a power consumer."

And with that, his fist rocketed once more toward the man's face—

Boom!

A second blow sent him flying—unconscious, or perhaps… far worse.