Voidreign Kingdom

Smoke still lingered in the skies above Lulusia Kingdom.

And amidst the desolation stood Jessie, the man who had deflected a god's wrath.

He gazed at the crater in the distance where Uranus' energy beam had made contact — the raw impact of an Ancient Weapon unleashed from the heavens.

The air was heavy with the scent of destruction. His cloak billowed in the breeze, and his sword, though still sheathed, felt heavier than ever.

"So this is the true scale…" Jessie murmured to himself. "Even with seventy percent of my strength, all I could do… was deflect it."

He clenched his jaw, eyes locked on the charred landscape.

"This kind of technology… Who could have possibly created it?"

He remembered his past life when i reading the manga, ancient civilizations, secrets buried under centuries of dust. And one phrase kept echoing in his mind:

"Only those of the D lineage can awaken these weapons."

But then a strange thought passed through him—a ridiculous, yet oddly amusing theory.

"Imu…" he muttered. "Could he be… from the D clan? Or maybe... the DICK clan?"

He laugh, the tension lifting for a moment.

"Ah, whatever. I don't care anymore."

Moments later, the air buzzed with energy.

From the sea, a massive ship emerged—Voidreign's flagship. Its black sails, marked by a panda wearing a cowboy hat flag, loomed into view, casting an ominous shadow over the ruins of the kingdom.

The people of Lulusia stared out at the sea, their faces frozen in terror.

"Th-the Voidreign Pirates…!"

"That flag… It's him… It's Jessie… the Fifth Emperor…"

Panic rippled through the crowds, but there was no more strength to run. 

The ship stop in with elegance, its form far too graceful for a war machine. A bridge extended, and Uta, Kuina, Vash, Blackeye Panda, Meruem, and other members of the Voidreign crew stepped out one by one.

At the end of the bridge, Jessie stood waiting.

Uta rushed forward.

"Jessie!" she called. "Are you okay?"

He smiled faintly. "I'm fine. Don't worry."

"But that attack… the weapon… it could've killed you!" Kuina added, her voice edged with concern.

Jessie shrugged casually. "Relax. We've got the Senzu Bean Tree onboard. Unlimited supply. As long as that thing's growing, death's just a rumor."

Uta and Kuina both breathed a sigh of relief. Even in the middle of hellfire, Jessie had a way of making everything feel… possible.

Vash strolled forward next, twirling his pistol like always.

"So… this 'Ancient Weapon'," he said with a grin. "Is it strong?"

Jessie raised an eyebrow. "You saw the damage."

Vash smirked. "I still think my pistol's stronger."

The two of them shared a laugh.

"Maybe I'll just replace your pistol with Uranus," Jessie teased.

Vash's eyes lit up in mock excitement. "Would it shoot meteors?"

Jessie reply "it will shoot chicken"

The crew laughed together

As their boots met the soil of Lulusia, Uta looked around the ruined landscape, her expression softening. Among the rubble, people were watching — scared, confused, exhausted. Mothers clutched their children. Elders leaned on broken walls. Eyes wide. Hearts trembling.

"They're afraid of us," Uta said softly.

"Yes," Jessie replied. "They see our flag, and all they know is reputation. 'Voidreign — Fifth Emperor. Strongest crew.' They think we're here to finish what Uranus started."

Uta stepped forward, her eyes scanning the people.

"But I feel something else…" she whispered. "They're not just afraid of us. They're… struggling. There's pain here that existed long before that beam came."

Jessie turned toward her, nodding slowly. "You're right."

He pointed toward the tallest tower still standing.

"This kingdom is ruled by King Seki — a cruel monarch. He taxed them to the bone, lived in luxury while they starved, and executed any who dared speak against him. Lulusia didn't fall today. It's been falling for years."

Kuina's eyes hardened. "So that's the kind of ruler he was…"

Uta clenched her fists. "Then it's no wonder these people have no strength left. They've been broken long before we got here."

Jessie turned to face his crew.

"This kingdom will become our base — the stronghold of the Voidreign Pirates in the New World. But not as conquerors."

He raised his voice, directing it at the people still watching from afar.

"This land is free now."

The people stared, unsure if they had heard right.

Jessie turned to Meruem, the silent warrior whose aura alone could silence a battlefield.

"Meruem," he commanded. "Eliminate King Seki. End his reign."

Meruem nodded without a word. His body blurred — vanishing in a flash of movement so swift the air cracked. Within seconds, the castle tower exploded in a controlled burst of rubble.

No screams.

No bloodbath.

Just the quiet, efficient end of a tyrant.

The people below watched in awe as the flag of Lulusia was torn down… and in its place, the symbol of the Voidreign Pirates was raised.

Uta walked to the town square, her voice echoing in melody.

She sang not of fear, but of hope — her devil fruit turning her music into emotion itself. The song told of rising after ruin, of second chances, of the death of tyrants and the birth of freedom.

The people cried.

Not in sorrow… but in release.

And as night fell on the reborn ruins of Lulusia, the people no longer cowered.

The name Voidreign no longer meant doom.

It meant something else now.

Back on the ship, Jessie stood alone on the bow, looking into the stars.

"Imu…" he muttered.

"That weapon you used… was powered by something unnatural. Mother Flame? That thing's draining your world just to stay alive. You can't use Uranus again unless you have another energy source. Or… someone with the bloodline to control it."

He remembered something from his past life.

"Only those with the initial D..."

He frowned. "Is Imu really one of them…? Or is he something else entirely?"

He laughed to himself.

"D clan… DICK clan… doesn't matter."

He turned to the kingdom behind him.

Jessie said, "This place, once called the Lulusia Kingdom, is now the Voidreign Kingdom."His voice echoed through the streets, reaching the ears of the people who still lived there.Many cheered with joy, while others remained gripped by fear.