A lineup like that would scared the shit out of any pirate crew in the world.
"Kid, are you insane?" Killer's voice was a low, tense hiss from behind his mask.
"Look what's ahead of us. An Emperor, the Fleet Admiral, Garp the Fist, and two Admirals! Charging in there now isn't bravery; it's suicide."
Faced with his first mate's hesitation, Kid just snorted coldly as a flash of displeasure flash in his eyes.
"Hmph! Killer, have you forgotten who we are? We're pirates! A lineup like that isn't a threat; it's an opportunity!"
As he spoke, a fierce, manic flame burned in Kid's eyes.
"Hahahaha, if we can take them all down right here, right now, the world will know my name as the next Pirate King!"
His words were filled with a wild ambition, as if he could already see himself standing at the pinnacle of the world.
Seeing that his captain had already descended into madness, Killer could only shake his head helplessly.
He knew now wasn't the time to argue.
His gaze involuntarily swept across the other ships arriving, and he realized they weren't alone.
Hawkins, Apoo, Urouge… several other notorious Supernovas were here.
'Well.....' Killer thought with a grim sense of pragmatism, 'At least we won't be the only targets.'
When facing a common enemy of this magnitude, even rivals might temporarily unite.
The thought brought him a sliver of relief, though he didn't dare let his guard down.
...
Aboard another ship, Basil Hawkins sat at a simple wooden table, various tarot cards floating ominously in the air above it.
His gaze was profound, his fingers deftly gliding over the cards as if in silent conversation.
With each card he flipped, his brows furrowed slightly, deciphering the hidden messages of fate.
"The cards show the path…" Hawkins muttered to himself, his voice a low whisper.
"The probability of survival if we proceed to Marineford… is one hundred percent."
He paused.
'Impossible.'
Doubt flooded his mind.
Based on all his experience, such a flawless, guaranteed outcome was a statistical anomaly.
It was too clean, too perfect.
Fate was never so kind.
Immediately, he began a new reading.
"The probability of successfully obtaining the secret to multiple Devil Fruit abilities during this venture…"
As card after card turned over, his expression darkened, until his face was a mask of utter grimness.
"Zero percent."
He was inwardly stunned.
The two divinations painted a bizarre picture.
He combined them, calculating the final fate of their journey.
"This trip… will yield nothing of value."
And yet, he did not order a retreat.
A battle between an Emperor and the full might of the Admirals was a once-in-a-generation spectacle.
"A strange fate," he concluded. "Very well. Such a historic event is worth witnessing, regardless of the outcome."
The other Supernovas shared similar thoughts.
This was it—the culmination of a frantic chase that had started on the Sabaody Archipelago.
They'd all heard the whispers of the Whitebeard crew's ultimate secret: the ability to hold multiple Devil Fruit powers.
They had missed their chance to corner Jozu there, been nearly swallowed whole by Whitebeard's own tsunami, but they had finally made it.
The source of the legend was right in front of them.
And now, without hesitation, they sailed straight for the warzone.
.....
Landfall!
"Dammit, where did these pirates come from?!" a battle-worn Marine commander roared, spotting the new ships beaching themselves.
"Daring to cause trouble at Navy Headquarters at a time like this?!"
No words were needed.
The two sides clashed instantly.
"More of them?! Do the Whitebeard Pirates have even more reinforcements?!"
"No, wait! That's not Whitebeard's flag! That guy—it's 'Captain' Kid, the Supernova who's been tearing up the Grand Line!"
"And Hawkins! The tarot-card-wielding bastard!"
"That one's the Mad Monk, Urouge!"
"Scratchmen Apoo!"
"Damn it, why are all these rookies here?! What are they doing?!" a Marine shouted, parrying a blow from a Kid Pirate subordinate.
Another officer, his eyes wide with dawning horror, put it all together.
"They're not reinforcements… they're vultures! They're here to take advantage of the chaos and loot the place!"
"Bastards! Let's take them all down! Don't let them interfere!"
"Charge!"
More and more soldiers flooded the landing zone, and the situation quickly descended into utter chaos.
It was no longer just the Marines versus the Whitebeard Pirates.
The Supernovas, representing the Worst Generation, had officially joined the fray, turning the already heated battle into a massive, multi-sided free-for-all, and cranking the intensity to a fever pitch.