One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki-Chapter 339: No Child Should Never Have Been Born! The Phoenix’s Miracle!

Chapter 339: Chapter 339: No Child Should Never Have Been Born! The Phoenix’s Miracle!

Want to read ahead? Join my Patreon for just $7 to get early access to all upcoming Chapters!

> Patreon.com/NegativeTranslations

________________________________________

Chapter 339: No Child Should Never Have Been Born! The Phoenix’s Miracle!

Tokyo Area — The Edge of Ruin

The horizon didn’t just darken; it was erased.

A mass of oppressive shadows, like black ink bursting from a celestial dam, instantly swallowed the skyline. It was a tidal wave, but one made of flesh, chitin, and malice. An endless, terrifying surge composed of countless twisted, hideous, and deformed monsters, their screeches overlapping into a cacophony that sounded like the earth itself was screaming.

Gastrea.

And not just any swarm—this was an army of Stage IV and above. Beasts the size of tanks, predators capable of shredding steel like wet paper. A force powerful enough to not just raze a city, but to wipe it from the map.

"Aaaaaah—!!!"

"Monsters! The monsters are here!"

"Run! We’re going to be eaten!"

The transformation of the mob was instant and pathetic. The citizens, who just moments ago were throwing stones with the arrogance of judges and cursing endlessly at helpless children, collapsed. Their false bravery evaporated upon seeing the army that represented true, indiscriminate death. The fanaticism and anger on their faces were replaced by a fear that penetrated deep into their marrow, turning their limbs to water. They screamed and cried, trampling over one another, scattering like headless flies as the city descended into utter chaos.

Atop a high-rise building, Tendo Kikunojo looked down at this hellish scene. The wind whipped his kimono, but he stood rigid, a sick, satisfied smile stretching his wrinkled face.

"Come! Come!"

His voice was a rasp of pure madness.

"Rip and tear to your heart’s content! Destroy everything! Burn it all down!"

"Purify these filthy bloodlines along with those cursed mongrels! Let the city be reborn from the ashes!"

He looked down condescendingly at Whitebeard, his eyes shining with the fervor of a zealot admiring a scripted tragedy. "Do you see this, lowly monster? This is the disaster you brought! You are the catalyst of their end! Enjoy this final despair!"

However, Whitebeard didn’t even look up at him. The ravings of a madman meant nothing to a King.

But behind him, a sound cut through the roar of the apocalypse—the sound of quiet, suppressed sobbing.

"Ugh... woo woo..."

Aihara Enju and the group of children huddled together, trembling violently. On one side were "humans" who wished to skin them alive. On the other side were monsters that truly wanted to eat them alive. The world was so vast, yet there seemed to be no square inch of earth that would accept them.

"Father..."

Enju tugged at the hem of Whitebeard’s coat, her voice trembling, carrying the weight of a lifetime of rejection.

"Are we... are we... really should never have been born in this world?"

The question hung in the air, heavier than gravity. It was a plea for validation from a soul that had been told its existence was a sin.

The question struck Whitebeard’s heart like the sharpest poison needle. It ignited a memory of another boy, another "demon child" who had asked the same question.

Behind him, the faces of Marco, Jozu, and Vista instantly darkened to the extreme. The playful atmosphere of the dungeon run vanished, replaced by a cold, murderous fury.

Boom—!!!

The earth beneath Whitebeard’s feet cracked open, unable to bear the sudden spike in his pressure!

He didn’t turn back. He simply took Murakumogiri, the blade wider than a door and sharper than a razor, and slammed the butt of the shaft heavily into the ground in front of him.

THOOM!

His burly body stood like an ancient, unyielding mountain range. He became a physical barrier, firmly blocking the roars of the monsters, the curses of the citizens, and the cries of despair from reaching the children behind him.

In this moment, to those children, this scarred, massive back was the strongest and warmest fortress in the world.

"Gurararara..."

Whitebeard let out a low laugh. It wasn’t joyful. It sounded like tectonic plates grinding together—a sound suppressing a monstrous, world-ending rage.

He slowly turned his head halfway. Those eagle-like eyes no longer held their usual heroic spirit; the warmth was gone. Only the majesty of a ruler descending upon the world and unquestionable, terrifying dominance remained!

"Listen well, brats!"

His voice exploded like thunder on flat ground, the sonic force physically pushing back the dust and smoke, drowning out the screeches of the Gastrea!

"On this sea..."

"There has never been... any child who should never have been born!!!"

As his voice fell, the air shattered.

An invisible blast of Conqueror’s Haki erupted! It was a red-black lightning of pure will, a spiritual hammer slamming down on the consciousness of every living thing in the vicinity.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The effect was instantaneous. The citizens who were fleeing and cursing, the low-tier Gastrea rushing at the front, and even the black-clad guards behind Tendo Kikunojo on the high-rise—their bodies froze instantly as if hit by a petrification spell!

Immediately after, their eyes rolled back into their heads. Foam spilled from their mouths. They collapsed in droves, falling like wheat before a scythe, unconscious before they hit the ground.

The entire world seemed to submit under this will! The chaos was silenced by the King.

Whitebeard slowly turned around fully, looking down at the small faces stained with tears and dirt, faces written with shock and disbelief. The terrifying rage on his face melted away, the lines softening like a grandfather looking at his kin.

"You are my family!"

"You are my daughters!"

"If anyone dares to touch a single hair on your heads!"

His voice rose again, his arrogant spirit soaring into the clouds, challenging the heavens themselves!

"That means... going to Total War with the Whitebeard Pirates!!!"

Total War!

These two words seemed to possess a magical power that altered reality. Through the holographic projection, they rang clearly in every corner of Foosha Village, sending shivers down the spines of everyone watching.

"Oooooh—!!!"

"Pops!!!"

In the Whitebeard Pirates’ camp, the reaction was explosive. Pirates, hardened criminals and warriors, had tears streaming down their faces as they raised their arms and shouted! They felt as if they were seeing it again—the indomitable figure of their captain, willing to make an enemy of the whole world to protect his family!

"Gurararara... Well said, Pops!"

"Anyone who dares touch our little sisters will have to step over my corpse!"

"Let’s wreck them!!!"

In the dungeon world, the group of children was completely stunned.

Family... Daughters... Whitebeard Pirates...

These heavy yet warm words set off massive waves in their young hearts, breaking down the walls of trauma they had built for survival. They looked at Whitebeard’s mountain-like back, and for the first time, a light named "hope" flowed from those crimson eyes that the world viewed as ominous.

"Pops, you rest first."

Just then, a voice that carried a hint of laziness but was incomparably reliable rang out. Marco walked forward slowly, his hands in his pockets, stopping in front of the children. He looked at Aihara Enju, whose forehead was still bleeding, and a trace of genuine heartache flashed through his half-lidded eyes.

"Don’t be afraid, little one."

"Big brother will show you a magic trick."

Before his voice had even faded—

Skreeee—!!!

A clear and resonant phoenix cry resounded through the sky, piercing the gloom! Blue-gold flames soared upward, swirling around him!

Under the shocked gazes of all the children and the terrified stare of Tendo Kikunojo on the high-rise, Marco transformed. His human form dissolved into blue fire, reshaping into a holy and magnificent Phoenix, its body wreathed in blue flames of regeneration, with a wingspan exceeding ten meters!

"W-What is that?!" Kikunojo’s pupils contracted violently from extreme shock, his hands gripping the railing until his knuckles turned white. "Another monster?!"

However, what happened next completely overturned his understanding.

The divine Phoenix flapped its wings gently. Countless sparks of blue flame drifted down like gentle dandelion seeds or soft snow, landing on the children.

The children flinched, expecting burns. But the fire brought no pain. There was only a warm current, like a hot spring on a winter day, instantly spreading through their limbs and bones!

Aihara Enju subconsciously touched her forehead. The wound caused by the stone had vanished; her skin was as smooth as new! The other children also let out gasps of disbelief. The bruises, cuts, and scars accumulated over years of abuse and beatings were fading at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Even more, they could clearly feel something deeper shifting. The "virus" which had entrenched itself in their bodies for years—like maggots in the bone, constantly eroding their vitality and threatening to turn them into monsters—was being suppressed. It was being purified and driven away bit by bit by that warm, holy flame!

Their bodies had never felt this light. Their vision had never been this clear. The constant red haze of the virus retreated.

This was... a true miracle! A miracle of life and rebirth brought by the Phoenix!

"Waaaaah—!!!"

This time, the children cried out loud again. But it was no longer from fear and despair. It was the release of years of held-back pain, replaced by a happiness and emotion too huge to describe with words! They cried and laughed, reaching out their small, healed hands to embrace the gentle divine bird hovering above them.

Marco slowly descended, the flames condensing as he reverted to his human form. He smiled, his pineapple-hair swaying as he reached out and ruffled Enju’s red hair.

"Alright, alright, stop crying. From now on, Big Brother will look after you."

Only after ensuring every child was healed did he turn around. He stood shoulder to shoulder with Jozu and Vista, forming an unbreakable wall behind Whitebeard.

"Pops. The rear is clean."

"Gurararara—!!!"

Whitebeard let out a wild laugh that shook heaven and earth, causing the entire Tokyo Area to tremble violently within the sound! He slowly pulled Murakumogiri from the ground, the sound of metal scraping stone ringing out. The massive blade pointed remotely at the endless army of Gastrea ahead, and then raised slightly to point at the face of Tendo Kikunojo on the high-rise, which had gone completely stiff.

Killing intent boiled in Whitebeard’s eagle-like eyes!

"Then next..."

"It’s time to clean up this eyesore of trash!"

________________________________________

Support this fanfict by leaving Positive Review, Comments, and Power Stones.

For Advance Chapters:

> Patreon.com/NegativeTranslations