The broadcast of Auguro's victory over Imu sent the world into a state of paralysis. At Marineford, the headquarters was in a state of absolute frenzy. Fleet Admiral Sakazuki (Akainu) stood in his office, his cigar crushed into dust in his palm, his eyes fixed on the golden screen manifesting in the sky.
"The World Government... fallen? Imu? I've never heard that name... but for the Pangea Castle to be destroyed like that..." Sakazuki's voice was a low, volcanic growl. He didn't care about the shadows; he cared about the structure. "This 'Spirit King' is a cancer that must be cauterized before the world descends into true chaos!"
Suddenly, the space in front of Sakazuki's desk began to distort. The air grew heavy, not with the smell of magma, but with the scent of ancient wood, scorched earth, and incense. A pillar of crimson flame erupted from the floorboards, incinerating the mahogany desk instantly.
[System Notification: 15,000,000 Achievement Points consumed!]
[Summoning: The Founder of the Gotei 13, The Strongest Shinigami in Two Millennia...]
[Character: Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto.]
[Status: Materializing at Marineford.]
The flames cleared, revealing an elderly man with a long, flowing white beard and a body covered in a labyrinth of scars. He leaned on a simple wooden cane, his eyes closed in a meditative state. He wore the captain's haori of the 1st Division, and his presence alone was so overwhelming that the "heat" of the magma-man Sakazuki was physically pushed back.
"Who are you, old man?" Sakazuki roared, his right arm turning into bubbling, viscous magma.
"This is Marineford! You are trespassing on the ground of Justice! State your name before I melt you into the floor!"
Yamamoto slowly opened one eye. The sheer pressure (Reiatsu) caused the reinforced walls of the Marineford office to spider-web with cracks.
"Justice?" Yamamoto's voice was like tectonic plates grinding together.
"You speak of justice while serving a regime of cowards and shadows. I am here to bring the 'Law' of the Spirit King. From this moment on, the Marines as you know them are disbanded. You will either be integrated into the Gotei under my supervision... or you will be extinguished like a flickering candle."
"Disbanded?! Don't mock me! Great Eruption!" Sakazuki lunged, his fist expanding into a massive magma hound that filled the entire room.
Yamamoto didn't even shift his stance. He simply tapped his wooden cane on the floor.
"Reduce all creation to ash... Ryūjin Jakka."
The wooden exterior of the cane shattered, revealing the ancient katana. With a single, vertical stroke, the magma hound was vaporized—not cooled or blocked, but completely erased by a flame that burned with a spiritual intensity far surpassing any natural volcano.
Outside the office, the Marine soldiers were in total disarray. Vice Admirals stood ready at the plaza, but they were met by a sight that defied logic. Thousands of Soul Reapers in black Shihakushō were appearing via Senkaimon gates across the crescent harbor.
Sith Auguro's voice, amplified by Urahara's spirit drones, boomed from the sky:
"Marines! Your 'Gods' in Mary Geoise are dead. I offer you a new path. Join the Gotei 13 Marine Corps. You will protect the souls of the innocent, not the status of the Celestial Dragons. Lay down your arms and receive the Mark of the Soul Society, or face the Captain Commander."
Many of the younger Marines, including Koby and Helmeppo, hesitated. They had seen the corruption of the World Government firsthand. But the old guard, led by Vice Admiral Momonga and Onigumo, refused to yield.
"I won't serve a heretic!" Momonga shouted, drawing his blade.
He was intercepted by Kenpachi Zaraki, who had just stepped through a gate, shoulder-deep in spiritual pressure, grinning like a demon.
"Heretic? King? I don't care about the labels! You look like you've spent a lot of time training that sword. Let's see if it can cut me before I cut you in half!"
The clash was instantaneous. But the Marines quickly realized the terrifying nature of their new enemies. While Busoshoku Haki could allow them to touch the Shinigami, the Soul Reapers' blades struck the soul directly. A minor cut from a Zanpakutō felt like a spiritual fever, draining the stamina and will of the Marine soldiers in seconds.
The Reconstruction of the Red Line
Back at the smoking ruins of the Pangea Castle, Sith Auguro was standing before the broken "Empty Throne." He reached out and touched the stone, and through the System, he began the Divine Conversion.
[System: 10,000,000 Achievement Points spent.]
[Expansion: Merging the 'Seireitei' architecture with the Red Line plateau.]
[New Structure: The Central 46 Chamber is being established.]
The white marble of Mary Geoise began to reshape itself into the dark, stoic stone of the Seireitei. Massive white walls—Sekkiseki—erupted from the ground, cutting off the Holy Land from the rest of the world.
"Urahara," Auguro called out.
"Yes, Boss?" The scientist appeared, fanning himself while looking at a series of blueprints.
"I want the 'Grand Line' stabilized. Use the technology of the Ancient Weapons we've recovered and your knowledge of the 'Dangai' to neutralize the chaotic weather. I want a world where a mother can sail from the East Blue to the New World without fearing a sea king or a random cyclone."
Urahara's expression became unusually grave. "Restructuring the magnetic ley lines of a whole planet... that's a god-tier task. But with the energy of the Spirit King's throne as a battery? It's doable. It will effectively turn the entire planet into a giant, living Soul Society."
"Do it," Auguro said. "And tell Yamamoto that Sakazuki is to be kept alive if possible. His 'Absolute Justice' is a sharp tool. We just need to point it in the right direction."
The Last Stand of the Magma
In the ruins of the Fleet Admiral's office, Sakazuki was breathing hard. His white coat was scorched, and his magma was flickering. Yamamoto stood before him, untouched, his eyes like two burning coals.
"Your flames... are they even fire?" Sakazuki spat blood, preparing one last attack. "Hellhound!"
"They are the weight of every soul that has passed," Yamamoto replied. He raised his sword. "You have spirit, boy. But you lack perspective. Sleep."
With a strike of the hilt to the back of the neck, Yamamoto knocked the Fleet Admiral unconscious. The "Justice" of the old world had been silenced.
[System Notification!]
[Global Influence: 90%]
[New Feature Unlocked: 'The Hell Verse' Gates (To be used for the most wicked criminals).]
[Host Level: Soul King (Initial Phase).]
Auguro looked out from the Red Line. He could see the world beginning to change, but in the distance, he felt two massive disturbances. One was the chaotic, dark energy of Marshall D. Teach, and the other was the burning, indomitable will of Kaido in Wano.
"System," Auguro whispered. "Prepare the next wave. We are going to Wano. I want the 'Ancient Weapon' Pluton to be the foundation of our new fleet."
[Current Achievement Points: 18,000,000]