One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

The revolutionary army's stealth speedboats cleaved through the deep night.

The trail of speed tore through the dark sea, gradually receding from the sinful waters of the Ironblood Kingdom.

On the deck, the sea breeze carried a biting chill.

The intelligence agents who had just been rescued from the underground water prison were now resting in twos and threes in a corner.

They occasionally looked up at the tall, black figure at the bow of the ship.

His eyes still held a lingering sense of shock and deep awe.

The image of him wiping out the enemy as easily as slicing melons and vegetables was deeply imprinted in their minds.

Sabo crossed his arms and leaned quietly against the sturdy ship's side.

As he listened to the sound of the waves crashing in his ears, his mind kept replaying the scene that had happened in the tunnel not long ago.

Viktor's swift and deadly strike that killed Diamanti defied all logic.

That decisive and swift kill...

Sabo was secretly alarmed.

He was acutely aware of this Straw Hat crew's vice-captain, who was known to the world as the "Worst Generation."

Its true fighting power has definitely reached the terrifying level of the top executives of the Four Emperors in the New World.

At the very front of the Clippers, Victor sat alone, cross-legged at the bow.

He let the strong sea breeze blow through his black hair, his eyes slightly closed.

On the surface, he seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, but in reality, his consciousness had already sunk deep into the system panel in his mind.

Looking at the 10000 Ninja Points that I successfully gained after killing Diamanti.

With the foundation he had built up along the way, his current Ninja Way Points balance has finally broken through the major barrier, steadily reaching 60,000 points.

Without the slightest hesitation, Viktor directly opened the advanced exchange interface of the system store in his mind.

He decisively paid a full 50,000 Ninja Points to directly upgrade and transform his Mangekyou Sharingan, which was aching from overuse, into the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan with endless eye power!

A cool yet immense strange power of vision circulates and reshapes within the optic nerve.

Viktor's consciousness exited the system.

He slowly opened his eyes, feeling the vast power within them that seemed to see through all the illusions of the world and had no worries about running out.

He could no longer suppress the upward curve of his lips.

A low, pleasant chuckle escaped his throat.

"Hehehe..."

The laughter, which sounded somewhat eerie in the quiet night, drifted on the sea breeze to the deck at the back.

This sent a chill down the spine of Sabo, who was deep in thought, and the group of revolutionary soldiers nearby.

The group exchanged bewildered glances, then took a few steps back in perfect unison.

……

A few days later, in the early morning, the speedboat skillfully navigated the perpetually raging sandstorm and successfully returned to the revolutionary army's headquarters—the hidden underground port of Baltigue.

As soon as we docked.

Sabo and Victor then led their rescued comrades straight to the spacious office of their leader, Dorrag.

"Bang."

Sabo strode forward and slammed the top-secret arms ledger, stained with dried blood, onto Dorrag's large desk.

Drag, draped in a dark green cloak, solemnly examined the shocking transaction records in the ledger.

At the same time, he listened quietly to Sabo's detailed report on the entire process of the raid.

When Dragon heard that Victor had killed Diamante, one of Doflamingo's top executives, in just two moves, he was shocked.

Even in the eyes of this man, whom the World Government considered the most heinous criminal, a clear look of surprise flashed across his deep, unfathomable gaze.

He closed the ledger and lavishly praised Viktor for his decisive and efficient work.

He solemnly stated that the revolutionary army owed him a huge favor because of this.

After the brief report, Viktor decisively declined the victory celebration banquet prepared by the Revolutionary Army.

He strode confidently through the intricate underground corridors, heading straight for the top-secret data room buried deep within the base.

With a dull scraping sound, Viktor reached out and pushed open the heavy stone door.

The archives room was lit with soft lighting.

Robin sat amidst a mountain of ancient documents and yellowed scrolls, a pair of sophisticated gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.

She held a fountain pen and was writing furiously in her notebook, completely absorbed in the task.

Hearing the familiar footsteps coming from the doorway, Robin stopped what she was doing and looked up.

When she looked through the lens and saw the unharmed, dark-haired man.

A bright smile, like spring flowers, immediately bloomed on that stunningly beautiful face.

Robin put down his pen, stood up, strode forward, and threw himself into Victor's broad, warm embrace.

She pressed her cheek against Viktor's chest, greedily inhaling his reassuring scent.

Although she knew better than anyone else the capabilities of this first mate.

But on this perilous sea, as long as he doesn't return safely, Robin's heart can never truly be at ease.

Only now did that worry completely disappear.

With a gentle smile, Victor reached out and wrapped his strong arms around her waist.

In this quiet room filled with the dust of history, the two embraced each other, savoring the warmth of their long-awaited reunion.

However, this rare tranquility did not last long.

Just as the two were enjoying their tender moment, a series of chaotic and hurried footsteps suddenly came from the corridor outside the stone gate.

"Bang!"

Kerla didn't even bother to knock; he just slammed the door open of the archives room.

She clutched a copy of the latest World Economic News tightly in her hand, the paper still smelling of fresh ink.

Her once rosy cheeks were now as pale as paper, and she was panting heavily.

"Something...something terrible has happened!" Kera's voice trembled uncontrollably.

She walked quickly to the two men and, trembling, handed them the newspaper.

Victor released Robin and took the newspaper.

On the front page of the newspaper, several large, blood-red characters were printed, almost taking up half the page—

[World Government's Supreme Announcement: Portgas D. Ace, the second division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, will be publicly executed at Marineford, Marine Headquarters, in one week!]

The moment I saw those large characters, the air pressure in the archives seemed to drop to freezing point.

Immediately afterwards, a gust of wind swept in.

Sabo, his eyes bloodshot, charged into the archives like a mad wolf.

Having fully regained his memory, how could he allow such a tragedy to happen again!

Looking at the photo of Ace in the newspaper, tightly bound by seastone chains.

Having just regained his memories, Sabo clenched his fists, unleashing a terrifying and tyrannical aura of extreme violence.

"Absolutely unforgivable..."

Sabo growled through gritted teeth, his voice filled with unbearable grief and despair.

"I absolutely cannot abandon him! I must go and save Ace!"

Instead, a cold smile slowly crept onto Viktor's lips.

He casually tossed the newspaper onto the dusty stone floor.

"Once Luffy sees this newspaper, he will definitely rush to Impel Down without hesitation."

Viktor's voice was steady and resolute.

"In that case, how can I, as the first mate, let him steal the limelight in that hellish place all by himself?"

Victor turned around and gently placed a kiss on Robin's forehead, whose expression was anxious.

Robin is clearly well aware of how much her captain values ​​his crew and brothers, and Luffy will definitely go to save Ace.

The road ahead is destined to be a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

She looked at Viktor, her eyes showing no hesitation, only a determination to face it side by side:

"Victor, tell me what to do now."

"What should we do for Luffy?"

Victor nodded slightly.

Then, he slowly turned around and looked at Sabo, whose eyes were bloodshot.

Their eyes met in the dimly lit archive room, and without a word, they reached a consensus.

Objective: Impel Down, the world's largest underwater prison!