"If we use the Uranus to reshape the entire Red Line, merging the four seas into one, then… the All Blue will finally appear!" Sanji's voice was filled with excitement, his eyes gleaming with a vision he'd only dared to dream of.
Usopp nodded thoughtfully, "Yeah… it does seem possible, doesn't it?"
"Let's not get too carried away just yet," Robin interjected, her voice calm but firm. "Everything hinges on the Uranus functioning as we hope."
"Leave it to me," Franky declared with his signature enthusiasm. As the Straw Hat Pirates' shipwright, Franky wasn't just a craftsman; he was a self-taught inventor, a mechanist with unmatched technological skill. This was the moment he'd been waiting for—an opportunity to tackle a challenge that would push him to the limits.
Eyes twinkling like a child with a new toy, Franky set himself to the task of repairing and analyzing the Uranus, diving into the work with a zeal only he could muster. Usopp and Chopper joined him, helping with the intricate repairs, marveling at the mystery and power of the ancient weapon.
Without the knowledge Franky had gleaned on Raftel, he might never have been able to undertake this repair. The information from 800 years ago had expanded his understanding in ways he hadn't thought possible. His time in the manga, had only honed his expertise further.
Several days later…
After relentless effort, Franky's repairs bore fruit. In the control room of the Uranus, the Straw Hat crew gathered, anticipation thick in the air.
"All right, time to witness a miracle," Logan announced, placing his palm on the Uranus's control panel. His mastery of the Nika Fruit's power came in handy here, allowing him to infuse its essence into the Uranus effortlessly.
As the ancient machine activated, Logan felt a peculiar resonance, a pulse that amplified the power of his Devil Fruit. A moment later, the Uranus siphoned the power of the Nika Fruit, channeling it directly into the Red Line.
Logan realized his rubberization ability, usually effective over a limited area, now surged outward along the Red Line, stretching for miles, expanding far beyond its usual limits. It was like an electric current sent down a massive power line, the "electricity" of his power flooding the Red Line.
The transformation was nearly instantaneous, spreading rapidly across the Red Line like a spark igniting a fuse. Logan silently counted down, and within five minutes, he felt his power encompass the entire Red Line. The massive barrier separating the seas was now under his control.
With a faint smile, he subtly manipulated the landscape. Entire islands trembled and shifted, as if they were jumping to the rhythm of his will, like rubber bands snapping back into place.
"Wh-What just happened?!" Usopp's eyes were wide with astonishment.
Logan's grin grew wider. "I'm controlling the Red Line."
The Straw Hat Pirates looked on in disbelief, jaws practically touching the floor. The very idea seemed impossible.
"So, the Uranus really can enhance the power of a Devil Fruit?" Franky asked, eyes wide with excitement.
"Yep," Logan replied with a satisfied nod, glancing at his crew. "Now we can move forward with our plan."
Half a month later, Logan arrived at the Revolutionary Army's base camp on Baltigo Island. As he entered, a cadre respectfully greeted him.
"Mr. Logan, the chief is waiting for you inside."
In the center of the camp, Monkey D. Dragon, the leader of the Revolutionary Army, sat quietly. His untamed hair framed his face, a distinctive tattoo adding to his formidable presence. His gaze was intense as he looked up, noticing Logan's approach.
"Luffy didn't come with you?" Dragon's voice was gruff, a hint of concern in his question.
Logan chuckled. "He couldn't be here for this. And frankly… as his father, you're not exactly close to him. To Luffy, we—his friends—are closer than any family ties could ever be."
A flicker of pain crossed Dragon's face, but he quickly masked it with a sigh. "I have responsibilities—ones that don't leave room for anything else."
"We're not here to debate family matters," Logan replied. "I came to ask for a favor. I need the help of two of your people… or rather, their abilities, for a short time. It's a single task, but it's important."
Dragon's eyes narrowed slightly. "Who do you need?"
Logan didn't hesitate. "The first is your Western Army commander, Morley."
Dragon nodded. "If you need personnel, I'll arrange it. After what you did to bring down the Celestial Dragons and restore hope to the world, it's the least I can do."
He paused, then looked at Logan with suspicion. "You said two people. Who's the second?"
Logan's eyes gleamed with mischief. "You, Dragon."
Dragon's frown deepened.
The seas were in turmoil. With the World Government gone, new powers were vying for control—pirates, revolutionary groups, rogue marine factions. The absence of order meant that any one of these factions could seize the opportunity to rule.
Dragon's hesitation was palpable. Logan waited, reading his expression, then chuckled. "I know what you're thinking."
Dragon looked up, his gaze sharp. "Do you?"
Logan's smile was unwavering. "I'm not interested in ruling. Neither are the Straw Hats. We're not looking to create a new government."
Dragon's gaze softened for a moment, a flicker of respect evident in his eyes. "The world is in chaos, Logan. It needs structure. The Revolutionary Army has the ideals… the commitment to change things for the better. With your strength and influence, people would rally behind you. You could shape the future."
Logan shook his head. "I get it. And maybe once, the World Government started out with noble intentions too. But absolute power… it changes people. Corrupts them. And the revolutionary ideals you hold dear? Someday, they could go the same way."
Dragon fell silent, his eyes clouded with thought. Was it possible? Had the World Government itself once held dreams as beautiful as his own?
"Whether it's the Marines or your army, the truth remains: every new power becomes what it set out to destroy."
Logan's gaze was steady, his voice calm but unyielding. "You know, Dragon, the boy who slays the dragon eventually becomes one himself. You need to remember that."
Dragon's resolve seemed to waver, if only for a moment. Logan's words struck deep, echoing in the silence between them. The ideals of change, the desire to save the world from corruption—was it all just a cycle waiting to repeat?