《One Piece: Magma of Absolute》Chapter 52: The Roger Annihilation Incident

Kregxi Island.

Nestled in the first half of the Grand Line, Kregxi was a lush, tropical rainforest island—sixty percent of its land was shrouded in dense forest. The island belonged to the Darons Kingdom, ruled by the Arnold royal family, and boasted a standing army of seven thousand.

A great river split Kregxi in two. The front half was home to the kingdom proper, while the wild, untamed back half served as both a resource trove and a military garrison.

Half a day before Sakazuki received his call—

Ston Port, Kregxi Island.

A golden-red pirate ship glided into the harbor. Its sail bore a massive skull, the mouth draped with a mustache as fluffy as clouds. The prow was crowned with a cannon, cradled in the arms of two mermaid statues.

It was the legendary Oro Jackson.

At the bow, Roger stood tall, mouth stretched in a wild, carefree grin. His voice thundered over the deck:

"Alright, boys—we're docking!!!"

"YEAHHHH!!!!"

The ship rocked as it nudged the pier. Before the lines were even tied, Roger leapt off the bow, boots hitting the dock with a thud. Rayleigh watched his captain bolt off and called after him:

"Hey! Roger!!!"

Roger glanced back mid-sprint, laughter booming:

"Yahahahaha, Rayleigh! I'm off to find some booze. You look after the ship!"

Rayleigh could only sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand, the other tucked under his arm. "This captain of ours…"

Jabba strolled up, clapping a hand on Rayleigh's shoulder. "Hahaha, that's just Roger for you. I'm heading out too."

Rayleigh managed a helpless smile and nodded. Turning to the rest of the crew, he called, "Anyone who needs supplies, get moving. Meet back here at noon."

The Roger Pirates disembarked in clusters, drifting into town. Rayleigh retreated to the cabin, grabbed a newspaper, and stretched out on a deck chair up top, flipping through the pages.

Rustle!

The sound of turning newsprint broke the ship's lazy silence.

Ston Town.

Sunbell parted ways with Seagull, heading for a local restaurant. His hulking frame nearly broke the door, and his fish-man features drew wary glances from every corner. But the sea was a human's world—fish-men had always been outsiders, always targets for discrimination.

He'd long since stopped caring. Ignoring the stares, he found a quiet corner and ordered his meal.

Soon, empty plates were stacked high as a man. Upstairs, a handful of Darons officers finished their meal and descended, stopping short at the sight.

"Hey, look at all those plates—almost as tall as me!"

"How does anyone eat that much?"

"Disgusting…"

"Hey, you think there are pig-fish at the bottom of the sea?"

"Huh?"

"Maybe he's a sea pig."

"Hahahaha!"

"Enough!" barked Myra Robert, captain of the Third Guard Squad. "Don't start trouble!"

He turned to Sunbell and gave a polite nod. "Sorry, friend. My men spoke out of turn. Please forgive them."

Seeing the leader apologize, Sunbell's scowl softened a little. He snorted and went back to eating.

But the soldiers, seeing the "lowly" fish-man act so proud, bristled with anger. Robert had to physically restrain them, dragging them toward the exit.

They didn't make it to the door. Seagull—even taller and broader than Sunbell—strode in, a blur of motion. He seized the throat of the soldier who'd made the "pig" joke.

"So you're the one mocking my crewmate!"

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Swords flashed from their scabbards. Sunbell grabbed his weapon, and the air crackled with tension—a powder keg ready to blow.

Elsewhere in town, a cozy tavern bustled with laughter. Roger drained a mug nearly the size of his head and slammed it on the bar.

"Ahh—now that's living!"

He waved the mug at the owner. "Another, boss!"

The barkeep took the cup to refill. Just then, his son burst in with a little girl, both brandishing wooden swords.

"Ha! I'm the great general of Darons! Prepare to die!"

"Invincible Slash!"

"Hmph, I'm the great pirate Erica! You don't scare me!"

"Yaha!"

The kids dashed between tables. Suddenly, the little girl—"Erica"—tripped, tumbling headfirst toward a chair.

Everyone gasped. Too late to react—

A flash of red. Roger caught her mid-fall, setting her gently on her feet.

The tavern breathed a collective sigh of relief. The owner glared at his son. "Ted! No roughhousing in the tavern! If not for this gentleman, Erica would've been hurt!"

Ted protested, "It's not my fault she fell! She's just clumsy!"

The owner raised a mug, ready to throw it, but Roger stopped him with a laugh. "Relax—they're just kids."

The owner grumbled, "Just for the customer's sake, I'll let you off. But no more playing in here."

Ted huffed, but Erica tugged him over to Roger. Her eyes sparkled at his pirate captain's coat.

"Are you a pirate?!"

Roger flashed a dazzling grin. "That's right, little lady."

"Wow!!! Can you tell us an adventure story?!"

Roger downed the rest of his drink, passed the mug for a refill, and grinned at the pair. "Hahahaha, sure! Let's see… how about Fish-Man Island?"

As he spun his tale, more and more townsfolk gathered, drawn by the legend's booming voice and wild stories. The crowd swelled, mugs clinked, and laughter filled the air.

Time passed. Roger, now a little tipsy and red-faced, was in the middle of a story when—

WHOOOSH!

A sharp flare shot into the sky, its whistle echoing across town and reaching the royal palace at the island's heart. The king, seeing the signal of invasion, sent the Seventh Squad—one thousand men—to meet the threat.

In the tavern, panic rippled through the crowd. People scrambled for the exits. Roger, slurring slightly, blinked in confusion. "What's going on?"

The barkeep explained, "That's the invasion signal! Please, sir, hide in my cellar!"

"Ted, take Erica to the back!"

Ted nodded and hurried away with Erica.

But Roger was intrigued. Pirates, enemies, chaos—now that sounded fun! He tossed a handful of cash to the owner and dashed outside, heading straight for the action.

On the other side of town, the restaurant was now a heap of rubble.

Robert, Third Squad Captain, stood with sword in hand, his left arm hanging broken. Behind him, several dead subordinates sprawled on the ground. He'd managed to fire a signal flare before facing off against Sunbell and Seagull.

As one of the kingdom's seven guard captains, Robert had some skill—enough to stay alive, if barely.

Whoosh!

Blades and forks clashed in a blur.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Meanwhile, Roger extended his Observation Haki and sensed the combatants—two of them were his own crew. So, he thought, I'm the real invader here. He chuckled, picking up speed, unconcerned for his men's safety. He knew exactly how strong they were.

Moments later, he arrived at the scene.

"Hahahaha! Sunbell, Seagull—what's going on?"

Seagull looked up, still fuming. "These guys insulted Sunbell, so I killed them."

Roger froze, his jovial expression darkening into something cold and terrible.

He fixed Robert with a steely glare. "You bullied my crewmate?"

Robert, bloodied and furious, spat back, "Yeah. So what?"

Roger nodded grimly. "In that case…"

He drew his Supreme Grade blade, Ace.

Vmmm!

Conqueror's Haki crackled and wrapped around the blade, alcohol fueling the wild glint in his eyes.

"Then atone with your life."

He swung—a crescent-shaped wave of black sword aura tore through the air.

Pinned by Roger's Haki, Robert couldn't move. The slash erased him completely, leaving only a pair of boots behind. The attack ripped through houses, plowing deep into the forest.

BOOM!

A mushroom cloud rose over the trees.

From afar, the Seventh Guard Squad saw the explosion and knew the enemy was monstrous. They sent a runner to warn the king, then charged toward town.

Roger sensed the approaching army with his Observation Haki. He told his crew to rally everyone back to the ship—he'd cover the retreat.

Moments later, the soldiers arrived. Roger didn't hesitate. He charged into their ranks, blade flashing.

Blood and flesh flew. No one could last a single round. Any struck by his sword was split in two. In minutes, the town became a crimson sea.

When the Fourth and Fifth Guard Squads arrived, they found Roger soaked in blood, even his beard stained red, standing alone amid the carnage.

He looked up, eyes gleaming with savage light, and grinned.

Raising his sword, he charged the new arrivals.

"Hahahahahaha!!!"

The bloodbath only grew.

After dispatching the Fourth and Fifth Squads, the King of Darons was in a panic. He urgently requested aid from the Marines—as a World Government member, they couldn't ignore a pirate invasion.

But when the operator heard the description, he hesitated, and could only escalate to Fleet Admiral Kong.

Kong was at a loss—Sengoku and Zephyr were in the New World, and Garp was unreachable. The rest of the vice admirals weren't strong enough. No one could stop Roger.

Then he remembered Sakazuki—the Mag-Mag Fruit Logia user—had reported in from Jaya three days ago. Jaya wasn't far from Kregxi. Kong called him.

The message was clear: arrive late, just go through the motions. Kong had to consider the bigger picture—Sakazuki's future value was too great to risk. Besides, even if he ran into Roger, he might escape with his life.

But knowing Sakazuki's temperament, Kong frantically tried to contact Garp as backup.

On the other end, Sakazuki listened, his brow furrowed. After hanging up, he ordered the warship to accelerate toward Kregxi.

Still, the ship was too slow. He pulled out a sea chart, checked the distance, shrugged off his cape, and launched himself skyward in a burst of magma.

Back in Ston Town, Roger had already wiped out the fifth wave of defenders, the alcohol finally wearing off. His bloodlust had dulled slightly, but he still showed no restraint—he'd kill as many as came.

Just as he was about to unleash a flying slash at the next advancing army, Roger sensed something.

"Hm?"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Four magma lances shot down from the heavens, slamming into the ground around him in a perfect square. Crimson light flared as the earth beneath his feet began to glow red-hot.

BOOM!!!!

The ground erupted like a volcanic crater, magma and smoke billowing skyward, swallowing Roger whole. Rivers of molten rock flooded half the town—a vision of hell itself.

But Sakazuki, plummeting from the sky at breakneck speed, didn't relax for a second. He drew his arms wide—a three-meter blade of magma formed in his grip.

VMMM!

Armament Haki wrapped the blade, turning it a deep, ominous purple-black. Power surged through his back, launching him downward like a meteor.

Sakazuki raised the blade high overhead, then, using the force of his descent, brought it crashing down at the heart of the magma sea.

Within the molten inferno, Roger, shrouded in Haki, was unharmed. His Supreme Grade blade, wreathed in Conqueror's Haki, swept out—Armament Haki surging, instantly clearing away the magma.

Roger looked up, grinning.

He raised his sword to meet the attack.

CLANG—!

SSZZZZZZ—!

Ultimate Armament Haki and swirling Conqueror's Haki collided. Black lightning exploded in all directions, gouging craters into the earth wherever it struck.

"Well, hello there, Marine."

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