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Chapter 488 488: World Breaker Haki! Garp Shatters the Void
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The seawater of God Valley vanished entirely from beneath their feet as Garp and Sengoku dissolved into countless glowing motes. The sensation of weightlessness lasted only a fraction of a breath. In the next moment, the two found themselves standing in the familiar, pure white Settlement Space.
A massive virtual screen slowly unrolled before them as the cold system notification echoed through the empty expanse.
[Dungeon 'Battle of God Valley' calculation complete.]
[Participant: Monkey D. Garp.]
[Clearance Contribution: 75%.]
[Overall Evaluation: SSS-Class.]
Garp's face split into a grin so wide his eyes disappeared. He slapped his thigh hard. "I knew it! Beating Xebec and Roger's bunch of brats into the dirt all by myself, there was no way this rating would be low!"
Beside him, Sengoku's face was dark. He stared intently at the screen in front of him.
[Participant: Sengoku the Buddha.]
[Clearance Contribution: 25%.]
[Overall Evaluation: SS-Class.]
Sengoku's teeth ground together in frustration. Pointing a finger right at Garp's nose, he cursed, "You old scoundrel, how dare you say that?! If you hadn't stolen my boss, my True Several Thousand Hands would have uprooted all of God Valley!"
Garp picked his nose nonchalantly. With a flick of his finger, he sent an indescribable mass flying. "That's called tactics, understand? Who told you to take so long transforming? Why care about pageantry in a fight?"
Sengoku took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the urge to strangle Garp. They returned their attention to the system panels. It was time for the rewards.
[Monkey D. Garp, acquired SSS-Class Exclusive Reward: Law-Grade Armament Haki: World Breaker.]
[This Haki has surpassed the rule limit of the pirate world.]
[Additional Effect: Ignores all Devil Fruit rule-based defenses and attacks the target's conceptual source directly.]
Dark red energy materialized out of thin air, rushing straight down through Garp's crown and into his body. His muscles swelled abruptly. On the surface of his usually pitch-black Armament Haki, a layer of flowing, dark-gold light surprisingly emerged.
Garp clenched his right fist and casually threw a punch at the pure white void in front of him. He didn't use any Sage Art Chakra or the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit. It was purely his physical strength combined with this brand-new World Breaker Haki.
Crack.
With a teeth-jarring sound of shattering glass, his punch actually tore a black spatial rift into the pure white Settlement Space.
Garp stared blankly at his fist for a moment before erupting into deafening, manic laughter. "Hahahahaha! With this thing, that old monster Imu's turtle shell is nothing! I could punch a hole straight through Mary Geoise with a single blow!"
Watching that spatial rift, Sengoku's eyelids twitched violently. He knew that this monster, Garp, had now completely transcended the realm of humanity.
[Sengoku the Buddha, acquired SS-Class Exclusive Reward: Mythical Zoan, Buddha Fruit: Truth Awakening.]
[This awakening fuses with the source of Wood Release's vitality.]
[Additional Effect: Indestructible Golden Body, Sanskrit Suppression: Words Follow the Law, and endless stamina and lifeforce.]
Golden Buddha light burst forth from Sengoku. This time, the light wasn't blindingly sharp, but rather a profound, gentle heaviness that still demanded reverence. Sengoku didn't sprout a beard on his smooth chin, but a materialized golden wheel of merit condensed behind his head.
Sengoku felt the lifeforce he had drained from forcibly using the True Several Thousand Hands completely replenished. He even felt twenty years younger. The side effects of the Buddha Fruit had been thoroughly erased. Even if he maintained his Buddha form and fought for ten days and ten nights now, he wouldn't feel the slightest bit of fatigue.
Touching the golden wheel behind his head, Sengoku felt the look was a bit too flashy. Did I truly become a Buddha?
Garp leaned in, circling Sengoku twice. He reached out and knocked on the golden wheel, producing a metallic clang. "You old coot could go beg on the streets right now and definitely con a lot of money."
Sengoku swatted Garp's hand away in annoyance. "Vulgar words! This is the materialization of Justice!"
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Before their bickering could continue, a white light flashed, teleporting them back to the Partys Bar in Foosha Village.
The tavern doors swung open as Garp and Sengoku strode in. The terrifying, world-destroying aura from the God Valley battlefield still clung to them. Coupled with their newly acquired law-grade rewards, the air in the tavern instantly turned thick and heavy.
Kaido, who was wiping glasses behind the bar, jolted violently. The wine glass dropped to the floor and shattered. The former Yonko who once ruled the New World actually felt his legs turn to jelly.
Kaido stared at Garp's fist, which was wrapped in flowing dark-gold light. He remembered clearly that even when he evolved into the strongest Gyarados in the Pokémon dungeon, he had never felt such an oppressive force—one that could erase the soul directly.
In the corner, Katakuri paused mid-bite of his donut. His proudly honed Observation Haki was screaming warnings at him. The future he foresaw was filled only with pure darkness and death. Shielding his sister Brulee behind him, Katakuri broke into a cold sweat. Just what kind of ungodly atrocities did these two Marine veterans commit in that dungeon?
Garp swaggered over, pulling out a chair and sitting down. He slapped the bar counter hard. "Blake, my boy! Open another high-tier dungeon for me! I feel like I could punch the moon to pieces right now!"
Sengoku hastily grabbed Garp's hand, his heart aching at the thought. "Are you insane?! You've already emptied Marine Headquarters' military budget! Do you want the entire army to starve alongside you?!"
Garp picked his teeth dismissively. "What are you afraid of? If we run out of money, we'll just ask the Celestial Dragons for more. If they refuse, I'll head up to Mary Geoise and loosen their bones for them."
Behind the bar, Blake was resting on a rocking chair with his eyes closed. He ignored Garp's clamoring entirely, because right at that moment, system notifications were flooding his mind.
[Detected that clients have cleared the high-tier dungeon 'Battle of God Valley'.]
[Core dungeon elements analyzed: Devil Fruits, Haki, Sage Art Chakra, Will of D, King of the World (Projection).]
[Client evaluation calculation complete. Extracting maximum specification critical strike reward.]
[Ding! Congratulations to the Host for acquiring the ultra-dimensional reward: Devil Fruit: Source Tree.]
[Ding! Congratulations to the Host for acquiring the ultra-dimensional reward: Law Fusion.]
Blake slowly opened his eyes. Within those silver pupils, the phantom image of a towering, giant tree connecting countless worlds and bearing all kinds of bizarre fruits flashed for a brief second.
Devil Fruit: Source Tree.
This wasn't a physical tree, but the materialization and root of the very concept of "Devil Fruits" in the One Piece world. It took root deep within Blake's soul. Hanging from this tree were all known—and even unknown—Devil Fruits. Not only could Blake pluck and use them at will, but by consuming energy, he could also catalyze the creation of entirely new, unique Devil Fruits.
Because what he possessed was the "Source," a dimension higher than the fruits themselves. This reward had handed complete control of this Source Tree entirely to him. With it, he could fuse power systems from different worlds to forge brand-new laws.
Blake stood up from the rocking chair, stretching languidly as his bones popped with crisp cracks.
In the very moment he rose, an indescribable fluctuation rippled outward from his body. It lacked the violent physical destructiveness of Conqueror's Haki, nor did it carry the oppressive weight of exteriorized Chakra. It was an absolute hierarchical suppression that made every living entity tremble instinctively.
The noisy arguing between Garp and Sengoku instantly ceased.
Garp, who had just boasted about blowing up the moon, looked at Blake and felt as though he were merely a small rowboat floating on an unfathomably deep ocean. That feeling was a hundred times more powerless than facing Imu's projection.
The golden wheel of merit behind Sengoku's head flickered twice under the pressure, dimming noticeably. He swallowed hard. The Resourceful General's brain spun furiously, yet he couldn't find a single theoretical basis to analyze such an existence.
Blake walked up to the bar and poured himself a glass of ice water. The clink of the glass against the table shattered the deathly silence in the tavern. Taking a sip, Blake looked at Garp and Sengoku, a playful smirk curling his lips.
"Why did you stop arguing? Weren't you going to blow up the moon just a moment ago?"
In a rare display, Garp's old face flushed red. He scratched the back of his head and let out an awkward laugh. "I was just joking. Fought too hard today, my stomach's growling."
Sengoku quickly seized the out, pushing up his gold-rimmed glasses. "The Shop Owner jests. We only came to experience the glory days of the old era. Now that the experience is over, we should return to base and handle our official duties."
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