All Heavens: Transcending Dimensions Starting with the Uchiha

The heavy smell of gunpowder had not yet dissipated when it was replaced by an even more pungent odor, a mixture of blood, ash, and some strange plant sap.

Marineford, once a sacred site symbolizing the highest military power of the World Government, has now been reduced to a vast, sorrowful wasteland of ruins.

The ruins, like the jagged skeleton of a giant beast, silently point to the leaden sky.

The flames, not yet completely extinguished, lingered on the charred wood and twisted steel, licking the cold air and crackling softly like the final sigh of a dying man.

The seawater was no longer azure, but turbid and churning, carrying ice shards, wood chips, broken weapons, and unrecognizable pieces of tattered cloth, futilely washing over the coastline torn apart by the roots of the divine tree.

The biggest change came from the center of the battlefield.

The illusory image of the towering divine tree had completely solidified, transforming into a real, colossal entity.

Its thick, dark purple trunk, as robust as a mountain range, is deeply rooted in the bedrock of the red earth continent. Countless gnarled and twisted roots writhe like living creatures, greedily drawing on the last remaining life force of this wounded land.

The tree canopy obscured the sky for miles around. The huge and strange leaves were not emerald green, but rather shimmered with a cold, metallic light, and a faint, dark blue energy flowed through their veins like blood.

The entire sacred tree exudes a cold, vast, and unnatural majesty, becoming the only "vibrant" yet despairing landmark in this desolate ruin.

Beneath the tree canopy, rows of uniform white tents made of unique materials sprouted rapidly like mushrooms after rain, replacing the ruins of the naval fortress and forming a huge and well-ordered temporary camp.

Outside the camp, several watchtowers, formed from massive logs that seemed to "grow" instantly, stood tall, their tops adorned with enormous crystals that emitted a ghostly glow, coldly surveying the surrounding sea and sky.

Wearing standard black robes with gold patterns and intricate cloud-patterned emblems embroidered on the chest, the celestial officials moved about as efficiently as worker ants. Their faces were calm and their eyes were focused. They seemed oblivious to the blood-soaked land beneath their feet and the air filled with despair, as if they were simply handling a routine official business.

"...Effective immediately, the old tax system of the World Government, centered on 'Heavenly Gold,' is hereby abolished! All island territories that submit to the Great Luo Heavenly Court will be subject to a uniform tax rate of one-fifteenth! The Heavenly Court will dispatch special envoys to supervise the collection, ensuring that there are no exorbitant taxes or levies imposed on nobles!"

A young but undeniably powerful voice, amplified by some strange sound amplification device (similar to a small barrier), resonated clearly over the makeshift dock.

On the dock, a group of civilians who had survived the disaster had gathered.

Most of them are former naval family members, residents of Marineford, and refugees from nearby islands who were affected by the war and ended up here.

They were all dressed in rags, their faces were sallow and emaciated, and their eyes were filled with a mixture of fear, numbness and a glimmer of disbelief.

Before them, several celestial officials were distributing bags of fragrant rice and jars of clean water to the people in line.

"One-fifteenth tax? Really... only that little?"

An elderly fisherman with graying hair trembled as he accepted a heavy sack of grain. His rough fingers almost tore the sack apart, and his cloudy eyes were filled with doubt.

“In the past… in the past, the ‘tribute’ given to the masters alone was more than this amount…”

"The notice is written very clearly! The laws of Heaven stipulate that all beings are equal! Regardless of their origin, all shall be governed by this rule!"

The celestial official distributing the grain spoke in a low voice, yet it carried a peculiar penetrating quality and an authoritative, businesslike air.

"After registration, you can collect farming tools and seeds by presenting your identity token. The Heavenly Ministry of Agriculture will dispatch specialists to guide the reclamation of wasteland and promote new farming methods. As long as you are willing to work, you will be able to eat and drink your fill by this time next year!"

"All beings are equal..."

A burly man with whip marks on his face, clearly a former slave, repeated in a low voice, clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white.

The look in his eyes when he looked at those officials was no longer the humble fear he had shown when facing world government officials, but a complex light mixed with hope and probing.

"Other!"

The amplified voice suddenly turned shrill, like a cold blade scraping across the air.

"Effective immediately, the slave system established by the World Government is hereby abolished! All former slaves belonging to the Celestial Dragons are hereby freed! Under the laws of Heaven, personal freedom is sacred and inviolable! Anyone found to be owning slaves or trafficking in people will be executed without mercy!"

"boom!"

A suppressed commotion erupted from the crowd. Those bearing the marks of slavery suddenly raised their heads, their eyes flashing with disbelief, then overwhelmed by immense joy and tears.

free!

This word, which they only dared to dream of in their deepest dreams, was now declared so decisively!

"besides!"

The voice continued to proclaim, like a heavy hammer striking the foundations of the old world.

"From this day forward, investigate the assets of former World Government officials, nobles of member states, and local tyrants! Anyone found guilty of exploiting the people, extorting money, or committing heinous crimes will have all their illegal gains confiscated! Part of the proceeds will be used for local reconstruction and relief for the people, while the rest will be turned over to the Heavenly Treasury! Their family lands, except for those used for basic living needs, will be confiscated and distributed to landless or land-poor people for cultivation!"

"it is good!!!"

This time, what erupted from the crowd was no longer a suppressed commotion, but a deafening, heartfelt cheer!

The anger and humiliation of being exploited and bullied for so long found an outlet at this moment!

Countless people waved their newly received food sacks, tears streaming down their faces, and shouted:

"Long live the Heavenly Court!" "All beings are equal!"

The cheers, like a scorching hot iron, burned fiercely on a few former naval officers and nobles who had narrowly escaped the battlefield carnage and were trying to disguise themselves and blend into the crowd to escape in a dark corner in the distance.

They were dressed in dirty civilian clothes, their faces smeared with mud, but the arrogance and fear in their eyes were hard to conceal.

"Bastards! Lowly peasants! What do they know?!"

A former naval captain growled through gritted teeth, his fists clenched tightly.

"What equality for all beings! This is digging up our roots! Those fields, that wealth... belong to generations of our family..."

"Shut up! Do you want to die?"

A former nobleman beside him covered his mouth, his face pale, and looked in horror at the guards standing under the watchtowers on the outskirts of the camp. They were wearing heavy black armor, with only two points of eerie blue light showing under their visors—these were puppet soldiers created by Uchiha Eizo, devoid of emotion and absolutely obedient.

Just now, a former nobleman's private soldier who attempted to storm the granary was instantly pierced through the head by an energy beam shot from one of the Taoist soldiers. His body was still lying not far away, and no one dared to collect it.

"Run! Take advantage of the chaos now..."

Another nobleman's voice trembled.

"Go to Chambord! Go to the Holy Land! There's still..."

However, they were still a step too slow.

"Target spotted! Former Grand Duke of the Kingdom of Goa, Hawkins Muirgrave! Suspected of illegally seizing over 3,000 acres of land from civilians and abusing and murdering 17 serfs! Take him down!"

A cold, emotionless voice, like the pronouncement of death, suddenly rang out behind them.

Several Konoha ninjas dressed in ANBU uniforms, moving with ghostly speed, appeared like shadows, their kunai gleaming coldly.

At the same time, two tall puppet soldiers blocked their retreat with heavy and precise steps, and the energy weapons embedded in their arms began to charge, emitting a low hum.

"No! I am a nobleman! I have a certificate issued by the Celestial Dragons..."

The obese Grand Duke Muirgrave screamed in terror and tried to struggle.

"Before the laws of Heaven, there are no nobles!"

The leader of the ANBU ninjas spoke coldly, and without hesitation, thrust his kunai toward the man's thick neck.

The piercing screams abruptly ceased. The remaining nobles and officers collapsed to the ground in terror, defecating and urinating uncontrollably. They were dragged away by the secret police and soldiers like dead dogs, leaving behind trails of filth that appeared incredibly ironic and insignificant under the jubilant gaze of the cheering commoners.

The cheers on the dock grew louder, like surging waves crashing against the ravaged Marineford coast, and also eroding the last vestiges of the morale of the defeated naval soldiers struggling to survive in the ruins.

Koby huddled behind a half-collapsed wall, clutching his head, his body trembling uncontrollably.

He listened to the deafening cheers of "Long live the Heavenly Court," and heard the officials clearly proclaiming "one-fifteenth tax," "abolition of slavery," and "equal distribution of land"... Then he looked at the once high and mighty nobleman being dragged away not far away... The world in his heart completely collapsed.

"Berumebo...who...who are we fighting for?"

His voice was hoarse, filled with confusion and pain.

Berumeber sat leaning against him, one leg twisted unnaturally, his face covered in blood and grime, his eyes vacant as he stared at the enormous sacred tree that drew life from the earth, murmuring:

"Justice...the Navy...the World Government...it seems...they've all become a joke..."

The winds of freedom and fairness blow from the Great Luo Realm towards the entire One Piece world.

In Uchiha Sō's view, the world should never revolve solely around a few so-called "protagonists".

The millions of ordinary people living at the bottom of society are the true "protagonists" of the world...

Chapter 266, The World's "Crying"

In a sea area somewhere in the New World, the storm has just subsided.

Sunlight struggled to penetrate the gaps in the thick clouds, casting fragmented patches of light on the undulating sea.

The battered Moby Dick, like a lone beast without its master, sailed silently, guarded by several equally scarred auxiliary ships.

The deck was filled with the heavy smell of medicine and an overwhelming sense of sorrow.

At the bow, Marco stood quietly, the blue flames of the phoenix burning dimly around him, as if they might go out at any moment.

He gazed at the hazy horizon ahead, clutching a rough wooden carving in his hand—a birthday gift from a young sailor to his father long ago, which his father had treasured in a drawer in the captain's cabin.

The wood carving was cracked by the aftershocks of the battle, and the crack ran through the image of the grinning bearded man.

"Dad..."

Marco's voice was so low and hoarse that it was almost inaudible, and the sea breeze blowing across his bloodshot eyes did not stir a ripple of emotion.

Jozu leaned against the mainmast, his diamond-like body covered with corrosive scorch marks left by Sesshomaru's Poisonous Claws, which were difficult to heal and shimmered with an ominous eerie green.

He lowered his head, his huge fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked.

Vista carefully wiped his only remaining sword, its blade riddled with tiny nicks and cracks, as if it might break at any moment.

Sadness, like thick seawater, soaks everyone.

The Whitebeard Pirates have lost their soul, and they have lost their banner.

"Captain Marco!"

A hoarse shout came from the lookout post, filled with incredulous astonishment.

"There's a ship ahead! It's...it's Redhead!"

Everyone who was immersed in grief suddenly looked up.

In the distance, a massive pirate ship emerged from the sea fog, like a silent whale slowly breaking through the waves.

The dragon statue at the bow is majestic and weathered, and the iconic straw hat and skull flag on the sail flutters in the sea breeze!

It is the Red Fosse!

On the bow deck, Shanks, the red-haired man, rested one hand on the famous sword Griffin at his waist, his short red hair fluttering slightly in the wind.

His only remaining right eye, with its piercing gaze, pierced through the sea fog and landed directly on the Moby Dick, on the cracked wooden carving in Marco's hand.

Beside him, First Mate Ben Beckman, cigarette dangling from his lips, eyes sharp as an eagle, Yasopp polishing his beloved gun, and Raki Lue devouring a piece of meat, but everyone's expression was extremely solemn.