Victor looked down at Capone Bege, who lay on the ground, without letting his
guard down.
Although Capone Bege was notoriously secretive during this time, how could Victor -someone who had read the manga-not know about his abilities?
Capone "Gangster" Bege, one of the Eleven Supernovas who would later be part of the "Worst Generation" alongside Monkey D. Luffy and others, had a bounty of 300 million Berries. As the wielder of the "Castle-Castle Fruit," he was no ordinary man
This man had strength, intelligence, and most importantly, courage. Even when he dared to betray one of the Four Emperors, BIG MOM, and failed, he managed to retreat unscathed. He was far from a small-time player. His Devil Fruit ability was also
The Castle-Castle Fruit, a Paramecia-type, granted him the ability to create a castle inside his body. He could store living beings and objects within it and transform his lower body into a tank for rapid movement. In the manga, he could even transform into a giant castle, with defenses so formidable that even BIG MOM struggled to penetrate them.
"Protect the boss! Grab your weapons!"
A chaotic chorus echoed from within Capone Bege's body. Suddenly, figures began emerging from him. Within moments, hundreds of men appeared on the battlefield, surrounding both Victor and Bege.
Meanwhile, the "Dead Snake," Suleyman, lay lifeless nearby, his blood forming a small lake. Even with his formidable physique, he couldn't survive the barrage of bullets that had torn him apart.
He leaned slightly toward Bege, a mocking smile on his lips.
"Mr. Bege, it seems you're unwilling to surrender?" Victor asked, surveying the battlefield "How unbecoming."
Capone Bege coughed and spat out his extinguished cigar, glaring at the young
blond man before him. "Ahem... You're the one who should surrender! The difference in our forces is insurmountable!" he growled as he slowly stood.
Victor, just 17 years old, had recently acquired his Devil Fruit abilities. Despite his youth and inexperience, he had already defeated both Suleyman and Bege's seasoned forces. Yet, in Bege's mind, Victor's overconfidence had handed him and his men a golden opportunity.
As long as he gave the order, every musket would fire at once, and escape would be impossible.
"Caldwell Victor, I admit I underestimated you," Bege said, his tone dark yet tinged with sincerity. "Your combat talent is unlike anything I've ever seen. Join me, and together, we can unify the West Blue!"
Victor chuckled, amused by the proposition. "Why don't you assist me instead You'd make an excellent warehouse manager, Mr. Bege."
Bege's expression darkened. "Enough! Kill him. Capture the girl alive and hand her to me. I know a few who'd appreciate her!" Bege's men hesitated, glancing nervously at their leader.
"What's the holdup? Do I have to teach you how to kill?" Bege snapped, turning to glare at his men
But when he turned back, he froze. Victor was gone. A furious voice rang out from above. "Humpty Dumpty! How dare you involve Perona? Disgusting! Go to hell!"
"Mini Ghost: The Grateful Dead!!"
Panic erupted as thousands of mini-ghosts filled the sky, raining down on the battlefield. The small spirits exploded indiscriminately, creating chaos among Bege's forces. For every hundred ghosts destroyed, Perona summoned two hundred more.
For every five hundred lost, a thousand replacements appeared.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Explosions rang out across the battlefield, reducing Bege's forces by half in
moments. Chaos reigned, and none were spared the relentless assault.
Though some of Bege's men fired their muskets at Perona in the sky, their bullets
seemed to vanish into nothingness, leaving her untouched.
Bege himself was the main target of Perona's wrath. Hundreds of mini-ghosts bombarded him relentlessly. Despite his formidable physical defenses, he was bloodied and battered, barely able to stand.
After half a minute of non-stop explosions, the town center was reduced to rubble. Fortunately, the townsfolk had evacuated before the fighting began, sparing them from harm.
In the smoldering ruins, Bege's once-luxurious black suit was now in tatters, and his body bore the marks of thousands of ghostly explosions.
From the remains of a nearby building, a zipper slid open, and Victor stepped out, calm and unscathed.Using the powers of his Zipper Fruit, he had escaped beneath the battlefield,
watching the carnage from a safe distance.Victor smiled and gave Perona a thumbs-up before rolling up his sleeves.He walked slowly toward Bege, who was barely standing.
"Here's an offer you can't refuse"
Victor produced a folded piece of paper and a pen from his pocket, handing them to Bege. The gangster hesitated, his expression darkening as he read the contents. But before Bege could protest, Victor's index finger touched his forehead, emitting a faint metallic glow.
"You have two options," Victor said coldly. "Sign this paper, or I'll leave a hole in your skull."
Bege opened his mouth to argue but stopped himself. With a resigned growl, he snatched the pen and scrawled his name across the document.
"Smart decision, Mr. Bege." Victor smiled gently. "From this moment forward, the Suleyman family is no more, and the Capone Gang will unconditionally join the Coral. From now on, the underground of West Blue will have one voice-Coral's!"
Around them, members of the Coral gang emerged, bowing respectfully to Victor and shouting in unison, "Hail, Father!"
Capone Bege, trembling and defeated, lowered his head and muttered, "...Boss."
Watching from a distance, Commander Marine Crohn, who had observed the battle from start to finish, felt a shiver run down his spine.
He had just witnessed the birth of a new king in the West Blue.