Timeline: Two Years Before Luffy Sets Sail
It began with silence.
Across the seas of the world, from the soft tides of East Blue to the raging storms of the New World —everything fell still.
No wind.No sound.No life.
Fishermen froze with nets half-cast.Pirates looked skyward with slack jaws.Marines gripped their rifles tighter without knowing why.
The sky — once so vast, so endless —turned black.
Not stormclouds.Not smoke.
True blackness.
A suffocating void that swallowed light, swallowed sound, swallowed hope.
The sun disappeared.The stars screamed — and then fell silent.
The oceans became mirrors of glass, reflecting the terrible, empty sky above.
And across every island, every ship, every stronghold, a single unspoken thought rose:
"What is this?"
Red Force — Grand Line
Shanks leaned against the ship's rail, the ocean dead calm around him.
Benn Beckman stood at his side, gun slung forgotten over his shoulder.
Neither spoke.
Because what could they say?
The air tasted wrong.The light had fled.
"This ain't a storm," Yasopp muttered, wide-eyed.
Shanks only smiled — not with joy, but with grim understanding.
"Something... woke up," he said quietly. "Something big."
Mihawk — Castle of Perch
On a lonely stone island, Mihawk set his wine goblet down with surgical precision.
His golden eyes pierced the black sky without blinking.
"This is not the work of men," he said to no one.
His fingers brushed the hilt of Yoru —not in fear.
In respect.
Marineford — Marine Headquarters
Sirens wailed uselessly across the base.
Marines shouted over each other, chasing phantoms in the dark.
Fleet Admiral Sengoku stood atop the central tower, cape snapping in the dead wind, eyes grim.
"This isn't a pirate attack," he said.
Beside him, Garp scowled up at the heavens.
"No," Garp growled. "It's worse."
Moby Dick — New World
On the great ship Moby Dick, Whitebeard stirred on his throne.
He opened a single eye, feeling the world itself shudder like a frightened child.
He rumbled a laugh, deep and bone-shaking.
"The seas are restless," he said. "Good. They needed shaking."
Shadowed Island — Blackbeard
Hidden in obscurity, Marshall D. Teach — Blackbeard — threw his head back and laughed.
"Zehahaha!" he roared to the empty jungle.
Something powerful had entered the board.
And Teach, ever the gambler, licked his lips in anticipation.
Holy Land Mariejois — The Empty Throne
Deep within the sacred halls of Mary Geoise, where the Celestial Dragons cowered behind gilded walls,Imu sat unmoving.
Silent.Still.
Their gaze lifted to the black sky with something that almost resembled fear.
"Abyss..." Imu whispered."The Abyss has crowned a king."
Forgotten Island — A Nameless Prophet
In a place beyond maps, an old man scribbled frantically.
Runes burned themselves into stone.Ancient seals cracked and cried out.
"The sleeping void has stirred..." he muttered. "The king walks again."
Back in the Abyss World Plane...
The Abyss did not tremble.
It thrummed.
With life.With power.With inevitability.
Before me, the Abyss Citadel rose higher — towers of blackstone stitched with veins of silver light, floating bridges stretching across rivers of molten mist.
Banners of deep crimson black snapped in a wind that sang of things long forgotten.
At my side, Velra stood — no longer merely a knight.
A queen of shadows.
Her armor shimmered with faint blue runes, alive with abyssal breath.Her hair, darkened to a rich, blood-red, whipped behind her like a living flag.
The System's voice echoed softly inside my mind:
[World Expansion: Complete.][First Domain Established: Abyss Citadel — Throne's Cradle.][Abyss Energy Condensation: Accelerating Growth Rate.][Abyss World Status: Stable.][Warning: External Worlds Experiencing Dimensional Instability.]
I smiled faintly.
Let them tremble.
Let them wonder.
The darkness that swallowed their skies was no accident.
It was my birthright asserting itself —a whisper of what was to come.
I stepped forward, my boots ringing softly against the blackstone.
The Throne behind me pulsed in quiet approval.
This world — this kingdom — obeyed my will without hesitation.
I had become something the seas could not explain.Something the heavens could not deny.
A King in full.
An invincible sovereign within the Abyss.
Velra knelt briefly at my side, then rose without awaiting permission.
"My King," she said, voice steady, eyes fierce, "shall we begin?"
I nodded once.
The first armies would be forged.The first banners would rise.The first walls would stretch across the living horizon.
And when the time came —when our strength was undeniable —the world would open to us.
Not through conquest alone.
But through awe.Through inevitability.
Together, we turned toward the growing Citadel, our shadows long against the trembling fabric of the world.
Behind us, the Abyss breathed.
Silent.
Patient.
Unstoppable.
The seas had felt my awakening.
The world had forgotten the sun.
And soon —
they would remember my name.