Legacy of the Six Paths Senjutsu

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"Tsk, so Byrnndi World finally makes his move," Ayr muttered as his gaze tracked the sky, irritation threading his voice.

The Moa Moa no Mi, a Paramecia-class Devil Fruit consumed by Byrnndi World, granted its user the ability to magnify both size and speed of any object he touched to monstrous extremes—an ability that had earned him the title World Destroyer by the World Government, and now it was being unleashed without restraint.

Ayr hadn't anticipated that the mere mention of Byrnndi World's name would prompt the lunatic to immediately open fire from afar, sending enhanced artillery shells ripping through the clouds and descending toward the Valley of the Gods.

"That maniac plans to wipe us out while we're weakened—sink the entire island and bury both pirates and Marines under rubble," Golden Lion snarled, teeth grinding, eyes flaring with rage at the treacherous timing of the ambush.

Byrnndi World's absence during the main battle now made perfect sense; the madman had been lurking beyond the battlefield's edge, waiting for the moment when both factions bled dry, and only then unleashing a barrage of destruction with his hundredfold-amplified shells, aiming to consume everything that remained.

"Gu la la la… what a sneaky bastard," Whitebeard rumbled, his voice thick with mockery as veins bulged along his arm while his bisento trembled with the power he prepared to unleash, recognizing that Byrnndi's entire scheme relied on the assumption that the Rocks Pirates and the Navy had exhausted their strength.

Had all of them committed their full forces—if Rocks had commanded his pirates to go all-out and the Admirals had pushed to suppress them with absolute force—then Byrnndi World's sudden shelling could have indeed been the final blow, toppling everyone in one catastrophic barrage.

But unfortunately for the World Destroyer, key figures like Golden Lion had deliberately held back, reserving stamina and Haki in the chaos, unwilling to go all in without first securing the ancient weapon Uranus.

"I haven't even found what I came for, and you think you'll erase me now?" Golden Lion roared furiously as he rocketed into the air, flying via Fuwa Fuwa no Mi, his figure streaking skyward like a golden meteor of defiance.

Drawing both massive curved sabers from his waist, he spun midair and slashed with explosive force, sending twin arcs of compressed wind and Haki screaming toward the falling shells.

Shuh!!

The twin waves collided with the largest incoming cannonball and detonated it midair with a shockwave that shattered clouds and sent flame raining down like divine punishment.

BOOM!!!

The explosion's force shook the entire sky, its echo rippling across the Valley of the Gods as though the heavens themselves had cracked open, the result of Byrnndi World's Moa Moa amplification—where not just size but kinetic impact, explosive radius, and destructive force had all been multiplied a hundredfold.

Golden Lion had barely intercepted one, but more continued descending, a deluge of ruin crashing through the skies like a divine execution.

—Nearby Sea, Valley of the Gods' Outer Waters—

Byrnndi World stood atop the deck of his warship, spyglass raised, eyes narrow with cold calculation, directing his crew to reload the next wave of monstrous shells as he watched his cannonballs tear through cloud and coastline alike.

BOOM—BOOM—BOOM!!

The sound of his long-distance bombardment fused into a relentless dirge as shell after shell thundered down, battering the already fractured island, each impact chewing through stone and steel with cruel efficiency.

"Hahahaha! When it's all done, the only one left standing will be me—Byrnndi World!" he shouted, arms outstretched, laughter laced with lunacy as he drank in the chaos he had wrought.

Though a handful of his cannonballs had been intercepted—blades from Golden Lion, shockwaves from Whitebeard, precision slashes from Ayr—many had landed, and their effect was unmistakable: huge swaths of the Valley of the Gods lay devastated, collapsing like a kingdom under siege, unable to endure one more breath of violence.

The battle between Rocks Pirates and the Navy had already broken the island's bones, and Byrnndi World's long-range siege had shattered its spine entirely.

"I'll make sure you don't crawl away this time, Ayr," he growled lowly, hatred flashing beneath his gritted teeth as old memories surfaced—memories soaked in loss, betrayal, and humiliation.

During the Hive Island Incident, Byrnndi had nearly secured a legendary treasure at a black-market auction, only for Ayr's unexpected interference to derail everything, summoning Marine HQ's elite and plunging the entire operation into chaos that left Byrnndi's ambitions in ruin.

His fleet had been obliterated, his loot stripped away, and his own life saved only by a last-second Moa Moa escape trick—barely enough to outrun death itself.

That single moment of devastation had festered inside him for years, festering into something foul and permanent.

Today was supposed to be the retribution.

"I don't care if Rocks dies, and I don't care how many Admirals go down—so long as Ayr dies, I win."

"Captain Byrnndi World's plan is genius—no direct engagement, no casualties on our side, and yet he'll cripple both the Navy and the Rocks Pirates," one of his men murmured in awe, watching the carnage unfold.

"Even that storm that delayed us must've been fate," another laughed, giddy from the high of imminent triumph.

Though their plan had originally been to arrive early and lie in wait for both sides to tire, the unexpected storm had thrown off their schedule—but now, arriving at the battle's dying embers, they found opportunity in the ash.

Still gripping his spyglass, Byrnndi World sneered as he surveyed the wreckage.

The island was breaking apart, its foundations hollowed by prolonged warfare and now further shattered by his bombardment. Another wave or two and only corpses would remain.

"Fufufu… Ayr, disappear. If a few Admirals and Rocks cadres fall too, then so be it. Once they're dust, I'll rise alone—Byrnndi World, ruler of the new era!"

He raised his arm to signal another barrage—

"Captain Byrnndi World!!"

"Captain!! Ninety-five!!"

"Captain!! Ninety-five!!!"

The crew's voices roared in rhythm, excitement overflowing, already fantasizing about their place at the top of the new world.

But suddenly the light dimmed.

A suffocating darkness crept over the ship, not from clouds or storm, but from something vast and unnatural, a weight that pressed down on their lungs and made the air vibrate with an alien hum.

"What's that noise…?" one pirate murmured, neck craning upward, voice trembling.

Every gaze followed.

Above them, filling the heavens with its presence, a meteor—a true celestial titan cloaked in flame and trailing ribbons of obsidian smoke—hurtled from the sky with apocalyptic momentum, easily dwarfing islands in its sheer scale.

"Y-You… you're seeing that too, right?! That's a meteor!!" someone screamed in disbelief, panic surging through the ranks.

"There's no way something that massive just randomly appeared—this isn't natural!!"

"It's as big as a damn island! If it lands here, we're finished!!"

"Captain Byrnndi World!! We have to retreat immediately—if that thing hits, everything's gone!!"

They had witnessed gravity-wielders like Fujitora summon space debris before, but this was no mere meteor summoned from orbit—this was something else, something unnatural, something shaped by will and hatred.

Tengai Shinsei.

The technique's name whispered through the void like a death sentence—celestial punishment drawn from the Rinnegan itself, an ability so rare and feared that even naming it seemed sacrilege.

"Damn it… that thing wasn't born of chance," Byrnndi World muttered, sweat beading along his brow as he gritted his teeth. "Someone summoned it. But who the hell has that power?!"

His knuckles whitened as he gripped the railing tighter, mind racing to reconcile this new threat.

He had intended to play the reaper from afar, dealing death without risking himself—but now, he faced obliteration.

If that meteor landed, there would be no survivors.

No winners.

Only annihilation.

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