Chapter 63: Dark Universal Pull

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"Go to the prison and have a party with your sons!"

Garp's jet-black fists gleamed with a metallic sheen as he launched himself toward Whitebeard like a cannonball.

*"Recklessness is your weakness, Garp!"*

Whitebeard's eyes narrowed. His muscles tensed, and shockwaves formed around his fists.

**BOOM!**

The two collided mid-air, unleashing a terrifying shockwave that rocked the battlefield.

Oden, who had just been shouting to take on Garp himself, suddenly looked constipated as he was nearly knocked off balance by the sheer force of their clash.

While Oden had once exchanged blows with Whitebeard, it had only been because Whitebeard had held back. If he had faced Roger instead, he would have been taught a harsh lesson. Of course, that reckoning would come in a few years.

In truth, Oden's strength was on par with a newly appointed commander of an Emperor's crew—far below someone like Rayleigh, who had served as Roger's actual First Mate.

Still locked in combat, Whitebeard caught a glimpse of Oden out of the corner of his eye and spoke in a deep voice.

"Oden, go to the warship and assist the others."

Realizing the overwhelming power Garp possessed, Oden wisely obeyed. With a powerful leap, he shot toward the Marine warship.

Garp's eyes widened in alarm. His warship was already struggling against the Whitebeard Pirates' elite forces, with only Bogart and a handful of experienced Marines holding the line.

If Oden joined the battle, the crew would be wiped out.

Garp tried to turn back to protect his men, but Whitebeard wouldn't let him. The overwhelming force of his attacks kept Garp pinned in place.

For the first time, regret flashed in Garp's heart.

*I should have brought more men…*

That moment of hesitation proved disastrous. Whitebeard, sensing Garp's lapse in focus, unleashed a devastating shockwave that nearly sent him plunging into the sea.

### **On the Warship**

Oden's arrival turned the already dire situation into a massacre.

Marines fell like wheat before the scythe. One soldier was cut down instantly as Oden carved a path through their ranks.

Bogart, Garp's adjutant, gritted his teeth. He was strong, but not at the level of an Emperor's commander. Already engaged in battle with Nekomamushi and Inuarashi, he couldn't break free to face Oden.

With every passing second, more Marines collapsed.

Finally, Bogart let out a furious roar. With a powerful sword strike, he forced the two Minks back and charged at Oden.

"Damn pirate! Stop this slaughter!"

Oden smirked, crossing his swords before his chest as blackened Haki coated the blades.

**Swish!**

Oden's figure blurred.

He passed through Bogart like a ghost, landing behind him.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, Bogart trembled. Blood spilled from his abdomen as he collapsed to the deck, barely conscious.

The remaining Marines were filled with despair. But none of them thought of surrendering.

These were Garp's men—hardened warriors who had fought by his side for years. They understood their duty.

But duty didn't change reality.

This was no training exercise. This was war.

Bogart tried to push himself up for one final stand.

Oden, however, had lost interest. Slowly, he raised his sword, preparing to deliver the final blow.

Then—

A dark vortex appeared in front of Bogart.

From the swirling abyss, darkness condensed into a human form.

Carl.

Bogart, barely clinging to consciousness, blinked in confusion. "Who…?"

Carl turned slightly, his voice calm.

"You did well, Bogart. Leave the rest to us."

Recognition flickered in Bogart's weary eyes. "You… you're Zephyr's student… Carl!"

Oden raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "So, reinforcements have arrived. Good. I was getting bored."

Carl ignored him.

His gaze swept across the battlefield, taking in the shouting pirates. Then, he calmly raised his arms.

Two swirling black vortices formed in his palms.

*"Dark Universal Pull."*

**Buzz!**

A terrifying gravitational force erupted.

The pirates barely had time to react before they were yanked forward, their bodies dragged helplessly toward Carl.

Darkness surged from beneath his feet, morphing into countless jagged spikes.

**Schlkt!**

The pirates were impaled in an instant, their screams cutting off as blood splattered across the deck.

Oden's eyes widened in shock.

Carl, now standing amid the lifeless bodies, furrowed his brow.

Something was off.

Even though most of the pirates were dead, he could sense lingering life among the corpses.

As the darkness dispersed, several figures remained standing.

Among them, two stood out—one with a pineapple-shaped head wreathed in blue flames, the other a man with a diamond-hard body, glistening under the moonlight.

Marco and Jozu.

Carl recognized them immediately.

*"Whitebeard's future commanders…"*

They had survived thanks to their Devil Fruit abilities, but the wounds on the other young pirates proved how close they had come to death.

Carl smiled.

"Not bad. You're all promising talents."

As he spoke, the sword-shaped spikes beneath him liquefied, flowing toward his hand. They solidified into a single weapon—the demon blade, *Muramasa*.

Feeling the cold, ominous aura radiating from the sword, Marco and Jozu instinctively stepped back.

At that moment, Oden let out a furious roar.

*"Marine brat! What have you done?!"*

Oden charged, twin blades flashing as he lunged at Carl.

Carl, who had been preparing to finish off Marco and Jozu, changed his plans.

Without hesitation, he infused Muramasa with Haki and swung.

A jet-black wave of sword energy tore through the air toward Oden.

As a member of the Figarland family, Carl's swordsmanship talent was among the best. And with a month of intense training from Garling, his sword energy carried a frightening power.

Oden barely managed to block the attack. The sheer force behind it forced him to halt his charge.

For the first time, a look of shock crossed Oden's face.

This Marine…

He wasn't much older than Marco or Jozu.

But that strange Devil Fruit ability—combined with his raw swordsmanship—was far beyond what Oden had expected.

**This wasn't just another recruit. This was a monster.**

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