Solo Pirating Chapter 44, an one piece fanfic

Chapter 44

Main Quest - [The Summit War]

Gol D. Ace is about to be executed. His captain, Edward Newgate, will mobilize all his forces and launch an assault on Marineford on the day of the execution in a bid to save him.

Pick a choice. Your decision will influence your secondary missions and determine your next class.

Choice 1 : Side with the Marines.

Ensure Ace is killed : 0/1
Kill three Whitebeard Commanders : 0/3

Kill three Whitebeard Fleet Captain : 0/3

Unlocks 'Prince of Order' quests
Whitebeard's fleet and allies will try to kill you

Choice 2 : Side with Whitebeard :

Free Ace, deliver him yourself to Whitebeard and ensure he stays alive until the end of the War : 0/1

Kill three Vice Admirals: 0/3

Kill a Marine with a Fate of SS-rank or higher : 0/1

Unlocks 'Prince of the New World' quests
The World Government will try to kill you

Choice 3 : Side with Blackbeard:

Kill Whitebeard with your own hands: 0/1

Unlocks 'Prince of Hell' quests
Rocks D. Shanks will personally hunt you.

Choice 4 : Side with Garp:

Free Ace : 0/1

Kill three Whitebeard Commanders : 0/3

Unlocks 'Prince of Justice ' quests
The World Government and Whitebeard's fleet will try to kill you

The letters seemed to glow with a mocking light, their message clear and inescapable. Every path led to the War. The War he did not want to take part in. Fury began to boil within him, a dark storm gathering strength. He, Gecko Moria, was to be a pawn in this grand conflict, a mere tool in a game he had no desire to play? His fists clenched, the rage sharpening his vision to a razor's edge. "I will not!"

With a roar that seemed to shake the very heavens, he lashed out. His fist connected with a marble pillar, shattering it into a cascade of rubble. The throne room trembled as he tore through it, a whirlwind of shadow and destruction. Each strike was a defiant scream, his wrath unraveling the opulence that surrounded him.

"No, I will not!" he bellowed, his voice trembling with unrestrained fury. He was no puppet, no mindless piece to be sacrificed on someone else's board. He was a pirate, a lord of shadows, and he would not bow to anyone, even Fate.

In a climactic surge of sheer will, Moria's defiance reached its zenith. The air around him grew thick with tension, shadows writhing and coiling as if alive. He drew in a deep, steadying breath, feeling the power within him building to an explosive peak. "I am not a pawn of the system. I will be free! I am a PIRATE!"

As the final word left his lips, an incredible force erupted from his body. The throne room quaked, the very walls shuddering under the weight of his unleashed spirit. A dark, formidable aura enveloped him, crackling with raw, untamed power. His King's Haki exploded outward, a shockwave of energy that flattened everything in its path. The marble floors cracked and the remnants of the once-grand room were thrown into disarray.

Your will to be free have been noticed.

Your dream has been noticed
You are fastening the awakening of Nika.

Yonka stirs in his sleep

Ichika stirs in his sleep
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Choice 5 : Side with Yourself - Selected!

Prevent the war.

Countdown : 20 days

Unlocks 'Prince of Dreams ' quests

Uncloks "Pombero's will" quests

Secondary Quest 1 : [A King suffers no rivals II]

Kill all remaining Warlords : 0/3

Secondary Quest 2 : [A Harem for the King II]

Sleep with three woman with more than 4,000 Dourikis

Hidden Quest [?]

? - 0/3

Gecko Moria's chest heaved with exertion. The adrenaline that had fueled his rampage ebbed away, leaving him feeling drained. He thought he saw the man in a toga. No…It had to be an hallucination. But, royal Haki ?

His legs gave out, and he sank to the ground, the cold marble pressing against his skin. As the dust settled and silence reclaimed the hall, a singular thought crystallized in his mind, cutting through the haze of exhaustion. To avoid the war, there was only one way. The solution was as brutal as it was simple: Kill Ace before his execution.

Moria's eyes narrowed, the flicker of a dark plan igniting within them. He would not be a pawn in anyone's game. He would forge his own path, no matter the cost.

Fuck those quests, he would not do them.

31st of March 1522
Alabasta

Moria was back in Alabasta, seated in the office of the King. His fingers tapped restlessly on the desk as he pondered the daunting task before him. Ace was imprisoned in Impel Down, the most secure prison in the world. Invading such a fortress seemed impossible, but Moria's mind raced with possibilities. Could he use his shadows to slip past the guards?

A soft knock on his office desk interrupted his thoughts. A palace maid entered - he had wanted the façade of secrecy and chose not to display his Shadow soldiers.

"Lord Moria, your next guest is ready to see you," she announced with a steady voice.

Moria nodded, setting down the glass and rising to his full height. "Thank you. Send them in."

The door opened, and in stepped Stussy. She appeared younger than her actual age, with short, curly blonde hair framing her delicate face. Her blue eyes were sharp and calculating, a stark contrast to the warm smile she wore. Red lipstick highlighted her full lips, matching the red polish on her fingernails. Dressed in a form-fitting red dress that accentuated her thin, slightly curved body and large breasts, she moved with a feline grace, each step deliberate and poised. Her presence filled the room with a mix of allure and menace, a vision of elegance and danger, identical to Buckingham Stussy in her youth.

Moria raised an eyebrow as he watched her, his mind whirling. Well, the day was full of surprises, he thought. What an asshole she was, he mused, examining her profile with a critical eye. The Queen of the Pleasure District was a triple agent?

Stussy's smile never wavered as she approached his desk, her eyes locking onto his with a predatory gleam. "Prince Moria," she greeted him, her voice smooth and melodic. "Congratulations on your wedding".

[Stussy]

Class : Clone (Buckingham Stussy)
Job(s) : Queen of the Pleasure District (undercover), CP0 officer (undercover), MADS

Dourikis : 5 875
Fate : A
Potential : S

Stussy's smile never wavered as she approached his desk, her eyes locking onto his with a predatory gleam. "Lord Moria," she greeted him, her voice smooth and melodic. "I trust you're well?"

Moria's gaze remained steady. The layers of deceit and complexity around her were astounding. Stussy was not just any agent—she was an undercover operative within CP0, and a remnant of MADS. He remembered Caesar speaking of MADS, the illegal scientific research institute led by Vegapunk, active over 24 years ago before he was forced to join the World Government Judge had been a member - as had been Buckingham Stussy, a member of the Rocks Pirates. How could he play that to his advantage ? Should he confront her? About the CP0? About MADS? No, it would be too early, first, he should milk his advantage…

"I am, thanks. Did you enjoy the wedding ceremony?" Moria asked, leaning back in his chair. He discreetly sent three Shadow Assassins into her shadows — the most he had sent for anybody. Stussy was bound to venture into fascinating places, and the secrets he could glean from her interactions would be invaluable.

Her smile widened just a fraction, revealing a hint of teeth. "Oh, it was quite the spectacle," she said, her tone light and airy. "Your bride looked radiant. You certainly know how to throw a memorable event. And, I must admit, it was quite a surprising wedding. None of us thought you would be the one to earn the hand of the Princess."

As she spoke, his mind raced with suspicions. Had she come to watch the wedding as a CP0 agent? Was her presence here to dispose of him? If that were the case, she would have acted during the night, under the cover of darkness. Or perhaps she had been dispatched, her handlers underestimating his strength, causing her to bide her time. Should he dispose of her now? No, he thought. If he could discreetly infiltrate CP0 using his shadows, the intelligence he could gather would be invaluable.

Moria chuckled, though it did not reach his eyes. "I do enjoy defying expectations…But I'm not being a good host, I'm afraid. Please, have a seat," he invited, gesturing to a plush chair opposite his own.

Moria began preparing tea himself, surprising her. He placed a kettle over a small flame, watching as the water gradually came to a boil. He reached for a tin of finely ground tea leaves, their earthy aroma filling the room as he carefully measured a spoonful into a delicate porcelain pot. As the water reached a rolling boil, he poured it over the leaves, watching as they unfurled and infused the liquid with a rich, golden hue. Moria waited patiently, allowing the tea to steep to perfection before he poured it into two exquisite cups, offering one to Stussy.

Stussy accepted the cup with a gracious nod, as Moria took a sip of his tea, savoring the flavor before speaking again.

"Tell me, Stussy, you bear a striking resemblance to Buckingham Stussy in her younger days. Are you related by any chance?" he asked.

Her smile remained unfaltering, her acting impeccable. There was no hint of surprise, no flicker of discomfort. "Oh, no," she answered smoothly, her tone light. "But I have been told that before. Perhaps we share some long-lost ancestors?"

She brought the cup to her lips, tasting the tea with evident appreciation. Moria observed her, impressed by her composure and the effortless grace with which she handled herself. Only Nico Robin had ever displayed such flawless acting.

"It's a pity we never met before," Moria said, his tone casual, knowing full well it was because he wasn't important enough to warrant her attention. But that was before.

Moria leaned back, a smile playing on his lips. "But now that we are acquainted, I'm sure we can find ways to be mutually beneficial. After all, the world is full of opportunities for those who know where to look."

Stussy's eyes gleamed with intrigue. "Yes, indeed," she replied smoothly. "But I would like to meet you after the war, to be more...sure you would still be there to act your part of the deal." She paused, as if considering her next words carefully. "Perhaps," she began hesitantly, "I could help you fake your death and hide, to avoid the war altogether?"

Moria's smile widened before he quickly composed himself. Ah, so this was her true purpose. To gauge his intentions regarding the war - and, if he did not intend to come, to "take care" of him. "Interesting proposition," he mused, eyes narrowing slightly. "Tell me, how do you know about the war? The news is set to be announced tomorrow."

Stussy's smile was coy, almost playful. "I have my ways. Let's just say I bought the information from Morgans. He always has a knack for sniffing out the biggest stories before they break."

Moria chuckled, a dark, amused sound. "Morgans, of course. That bird-brained gossip monger never misses a beat."

Then, with a theatrical flourish, he adopted a more serious demeanor, leaning forward and clasping his hands together. "But let me make one thing clear, Stussy. Now that I am a Prince of the World Government," he said, his voice rich with mock sincerity, "I have a duty to protect my people and my kingdom. It is my responsibility, my noble obligation, to stand on the frontlines against Whitebeard and any threat that may come our way."

He watched her closely, noting every flicker of her expression. "To shirk from this duty would be to betray everything I stand for. I will fight, not just for my kingdom, but for the honor of the title bestowed upon me."

Stussy's eyes sparkled with something akin to admiration, though Moria knew it was likely feigned. "Such noble sentiments, Prince Moria," she said, her voice smooth and appreciative. "I am impressed by your dedication."

A soft knock interrupted their exchange. The palace maid entered, bowing slightly. "Lord Moria, your next guest has arrived," she announced.

Moria nodded, turning his attention back to Stussy. "It seems our time is up for now," he said, rising to his feet. "I apologize for the abrupt end to our conversation."

Stussy stood gracefully, her expression unchanged. "No need to apologize, Prince Moria. I understand the demands of your new position. We shall speak again soon, I'm sure." She gave a slight bow, her eyes lingering on his for a moment longer before turning to leave the room.

As she walked away, Moria's gaze followed her, settling on the elegant sway of her hips. Her red dress clung to her form, accentuating the curves of her backside. He watched, momentarily captivated by the sight. Then, he shook his head, clearing his thoughts. Not with a CP0 agent, he reminded himself.

"Send in Morgans," he said to the maid, his voice steady and composed. The day was far from over, and the wheels of intrigue continued to turn.

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