"Meteor—!"
Two words struck everyone's heart like a thunderclap.
The sphere wrapped in raging flames tore through the curtain of rain, crashing straight toward the Loguetown plaza!
As the highest combat power of the Marines on the scene, Sengoku suddenly erupted with blinding golden Buddha light. His burly body expanded with a boom, instantly shredding his military cap and shirt, as a golden giant Buddha over ten meters tall rose from the ground—it was the full release of the Human-Human Fruit, Mythical Model: Daibutsu!
"Shockwave!"
Sengoku, in his Great Buddha form, shouted violently. His broad right palm pushed fiercely against the meteor, his low roar making the air buzz: "It's merely a meteor; watch me push it back with the power of Gundam... oh no, the power of the Great Buddha!"
Under the gaze of countless townspeople, as well as young powerhouses like Mihawk and Doflamingo, the golden palm wind collided with the burning meteor with a deafening crash.
A violent shockwave swept across the plaza. The townspeople who had been cheering for Roger's treasure ten seconds ago were all knocked over.
Sengoku gritted his teeth, thinking to himself: The power of this meteor is actually this strong!!
"Admiral! We're here to assist you!"
Powerhouses from the Marine faction attacked in unison. Long-range techniques like Finger Pistols and Tempest Kicks bombarded the meteor like a rainstorm.
Among them, the most powerful was naturally the Glint-Glint Fruit user who was still a Vice Admiral at the time and under Sengoku's command—Borsalino.
"Yasakani no Magatama."
Kizaru, in his early thirties, curled his lips into a lazy arc. It wasn't "wretchedness," but a unique nonchalance.
He leaped up, crossed his hands, and made his signature OK gesture with his index fingers and thumbs. Countless light particles burst from between his fingers like a meteor shower, and dense photon energy bullets ruthlessly bombarded the side of the meteor.
Bang—!
A heaven-shaking noise exploded, and the meteor completely burst apart under the pincer attack of gold and light.
This time, the shockwave didn't just knock people over; it sent the onlookers in the plaza flying directly. Even the pillars of the buildings cracked.
Amidst the smoke and dust, Monkey D. Dragon, Doflamingo, and the others' pupils constricted slightly—what fell wasn't meteorite fragments, but clearly metal debris scorched black by fire!
"What is that? That's not a meteor at all..."
Before the voice faded, amidst the flickering firelight, a small figure crawled out from the pile of debris.
The entire venue fell into a dead silence. Even the world watching the live broadcast via the Visual Den Den Mushi fell silent.
It was actually a child who looked about two or three years old, naked, with a furry tail swinging behind his butt.
In the Room of Flowers at Mary Geoise, Im stared at the screen, her eyes heavy.
Having lived for nearly a thousand years, she had never seen such an absurd sight.
A lively child actually fell out of a meteor.
Broly's shock was no less than anyone else's.
Previously, he recognized the Dragon Ball world by the Saiyan armor. Now, Sengoku's Marine uniform and the Great Buddha fruit ability all declared an outrageous fact—he hadn't just transmigrated; he had fallen from the Dragon Ball world into the One Piece dimension.
"Did I go to a new planet, or did I cross over again?" Broly was confused. "Could it be that all 2D worlds belong to the same dimensional universe?"
This outrageous thought popped up, and he actually found it inexplicably reasonable. After all, everyone belonged to the "2D" world.
Creak— Crack—!
The ear-piercing sound of twisting metal rang out. The execution platform behind Broly began to deform due to the earlier impact.
In just two seconds, the steel giant platform that had executed the Pirate King collapsed at the waist, smashing toward Broly!
"Watch out!"
In the crowd, Smoker, who was only seven years old, shouted at the top of his lungs.
Boom!
The execution platform crashed to the ground, and dust billowed. Everyone thought the long-tailed infant had been turned into meat paste, but when the smoke cleared, a terrifying scene appeared: Broly raised his chubby little arm and actually held the steel execution platform weighing several tons steady. With a casual toss, the entire giant platform crashed to the side with a rumble.
He tilted his head and looked curiously at Roger's corpse on the ground, muttering in his heart: "Ah, it's the Pirate King, Gol D. Roger."
Oh, no, it should be the King of Repression.
Thinking of the meme plot he saw before crossing over, Broly couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"It's a pity. I wanted to ask him what he was thinking, insisting on stealing his brother's woman..."
Puru puru puru— Puru puru puru—
The portable Den Den Mushi at Sengoku's waist suddenly rang. He snapped back to reality and answered it. The cold voices of the Five Elders came through immediately: "Sengoku, bring that infant back."
Sengoku's heart sank—he knew the World Government's thoughts too well.
This child's natural monstrous strength would inevitably be seen by them as experimental material.
After all, in the past, Kaido of the Beasts and King the Conflagration had both been abducted by the World Government for experiments due to their special constitutions.
Capturing adult pirates like Kaido and King was something Sengoku could bring himself to do. He could even force himself to justify capturing ordinary civilians, as long as they were adults, telling himself it was to make the world better.
But facing a 3-year-old child, he truly couldn't bear it.
On the other end of the Den Den Mushi, seeing his hesitation, the Five Elders' tone suddenly became sharp: "Sengoku, do you intend to disobey the World Government's order?"
Sengoku shook all over, gritted his teeth, and reached out his giant hand to grab Broly.
He thought the other party would be afraid, and even forced a soothing smile. But in the next second, the whole world witnessed an inconceivable scene—
Broly extended his short little hand and accurately grabbed Sengoku's pinky finger.
Sengoku immediately smiled; he thought his affinity had influenced the infant.
But in the next instant, the infant swung violently!
Sengoku, who was 278 centimeters tall, was swung into the air like a ragged cloth. The disparity in body size was like a hamster lifting an elephant.
Sengoku's expression changed drastically. Before he could react, his entire person was flung away.
At the critical moment, Borsalino turned into a beam of golden light and caught up, catching him just before he hit a building.
"Sengoku-san, are you alright?" Kizaru supported him, his tone still lazy.
"I... I'm fine." Sengoku gasped for breath, looking at Broly with lingering fear. "What... what exactly is the background of that infant?"
Kizaru raised his eyebrows, putting away his usual teasing tone. It was genuine apprehension: "To have such terrifying power at this age, so scary~"
"So scary~" was his catchphrase, but this time, there was no sarcasm, only pure fear. Even the natural-born destroyer Charlotte Linlin definitely didn't have such monstrous strength as an infant.
He looked at Broly, who was crawling onto Roger's corpse, and muttered to himself: "Could it be... he is Roger's son?"
As soon as these words came out, the Marine soldiers around Borsalino showed expressions like "There is actually such a thing" and "Sure enough."
Indeed, if it wasn't the Pirate King's bloodline, how could there be such powerful strength?
But in the next second, everyone felt that it might not be the case.
Because after crawling onto Roger's corpse, the infant didn't show any intimate behavior. Instead, he held his little weenie and started to pee.