Death came not as an end, but as a beginning.One moment I was dying in my bed—forgotten, meaningless, a loser in a world run by liars and gods.The next, I was drowning.
Saltwater scalded my throat. My lungs screamed. I thrashed in the deep like a wild beast, pulled downward by something heavier than gravity—something inside me.
A darkness. Alive. Growing.
A voice in my head that wasn't mine howled as the ocean crushed my ribs.
"You wanted it..."
I knew that voice. I'd heard it before—in episodes, in theories, in legends.Blackbeard.He had just eaten the Yami Yami no Mi, the most vile, broken Devil Fruit in existence. But he was weak. Arrogant. He sank like a stone.
And in that moment, just as his heart stopped, I slipped in.
Now I was in his body. And the darkness was mine.
I washed ashore like a corpse. My breath came in ragged gulps. I vomited sea water and black smoke. My fingers twitched—massive, scarred. My skin felt wrong. My chest, heavier. My voice, deeper.
This wasn't a dream. It was a rebirth.
Blackbeard was gone.
And I had taken his place.
But unlike him… I wasn't a slave to lust and instinct. I had no illusions of freedom or brotherhood. I didn't care about thrones or treasure. Not even the One Piece.
I wanted more.
I wanted it all.
This world is ruled by gods.
The Celestial Dragons. The World Government. The Admirals who call themselves "Justice." Even the Yonko play at being gods, drunk on power.
They sit in their golden towers, cloaked in delusion, untouchable by normal men.
But I am not a normal man.
I am the Darkness incarnate.The only being who can devour light itself.
I will not bow. I will not bargain.
I will burn them from the sky.
I will turn Mariejois into a crater. I will crush the Navy beneath my boot. I will drown the seas in shadow and carve my name across the heavens.
There will be no gods. Only me.
The Pirate God.
The fruit pulsed inside me like a black heart. The power of gravity, of consumption. I could feel it—calling, whispering.
It wanted blood.
It would get it.
But first… I needed a ship. A crew. Weapons. And a reputation built not on infamy—but on fear.
And on the bones of gods.
I stood, barefoot on the shore, staring at the moon.
Somewhere out there, the world thought Marshall D. Teach was still alive. Or maybe dead and forgotten.
Let them believe that.
Because what's coming for them… isn't Teach.Isn't justice.Isn't hope.
It's something worse.
A Devil in a dead man's skin.A shadow without mercy.A king without chains.
Let them tremble.
Let them pray.
And when I come, let them beg.
Because I will not rule the world.
I will consume it.