One Piece: Peace Shattered By Roger (Completed)

"That man claimed to be a noble from the New World," the old man began, his voice full of bitterness. "But he had no class, no education. He took over our island by force, demanded we call him king, and ordered us to serve him."

"Our nightmare started from that day," he continued. "He consumes enough for an entire village, while the rest of us starve. For a year now, our young people have been fleeing in despair. Only the elderly, sick, and helpless remain, left to waste away."

The old man lowered his head, as if his words themselves were a surrender to a miserable fate.

"Captain, this guy's worse than us pirates!" one of the crew scoffed, shaking his head. "We loot and leave, but he's set himself up as some twisted king!"

Kaizen, leaning casually against a tree, stepped forward. "And none of you dared to fight back?"

"At first, some young ones did try. They marched to his palace," the old man replied. "But they didn't even make it inside. His men beat them down without mercy."

One of the younger men who had tried to resist chimed in. "He could make copies of himself, and they overwhelmed us. We were outnumbered before we even reached the gate."

Kaizen nodded thoughtfully. "Sounds like Devil Fruit powers."

Moria's eyes lit up. "Ehehehe! Haven't faced someone like that before. Might be fun to teach him a lesson today."

The pirates cheered, eager to see Moria challenge a new foe.

Kaizen nodded toward one of the younger men. "Lead the way. Let's pay this 'king' a visit."

The young man hesitated. "You're serious? You don't understand how dangerous he is."

Moria grinned and cracked his knuckles. "We'll see about that."

The young man looked at the pirates, still wary, but finally stepped forward. "Alright. I'll show you. If we're going to die, then at least we won't be dying alone."

"Don't worry, my friend," Kaizen said, patting him on the shoulder with a reassuring smile. "We're here to put an end to this guy's rule—not to throw our lives away."

The "king's" palace sat at the center of the island, near a large freshwater lake. It was massive and overly elaborate, surrounded by lush gardens filled with colorful flowers and birds flitting through the air. If it weren't for the tyrant occupying it, the place would have been paradise.

As the pirates approached, they were struck by the beauty of the scenery.

"Wow…" a pirate murmured, eyes wide in wonder.

Kaizen took it all in, arms crossed, smiling in admiration. "Imagine living here peacefully, with no one to spoil it."

They were so absorbed in the serene beauty around them that they didn't notice the palace window creak open. There, glaring down from above, stood a grotesque figure—a man whose looks were so unfortunate they defied description. His face was a mishmash of misaligned features, like a botched clay model dropped on the ground and put back together haphazardly.

The pirates, noticing him all at once, recoiled in horror.

"Urgh!" they groaned, bending over with exaggerated gagging motions.

The sight of the so-called "king" had turned their stomachs, his ugliness a harsh contrast to the beauty of the surroundings.

The man scowled, deeply offended. "Who are you? Why are you here?"

But the pirates continued pretending to vomit, ignoring his question altogether.

"Enough! Guards, get rid of these fools!" he bellowed.

In an instant, the palace gates burst open, and dozens of men spilled out, each a copy of the king himself. The clones had the same unfortunate features, creating a horrifying sea of twisted faces, all advancing on the pirates.

"W-What the hell?!" one of the pirates stammered, horrified. "That many of him is just… unbearable!"

The pirates bolted, their bravado shattered, racing away until the swarm of kings was out of sight. When they finally stopped, panting and clutching their chests, they noticed the smirks on the faces of the islanders who had followed them.

"Weren't you all just saying how tough you are?" one islander jeered. "What happened?"

"Look, it's not like we're scared," a pirate said, defending himself. "It's just that... seeing so many of his face all at once—it's overwhelming!"

Suddenly, Moria glanced around. "Hey, where's Kaizen? Did he get left behind?"

"Maybe he's still... still back there!" another pirate replied, horrified.

"Let's go check on him," Moria ordered, regaining his composure.

They cautiously made their way back to the palace, where an unexpected sight greeted them. There, kneeling before Kaizen with tearful eyes, was the "king" himself, begging for mercy.

"Please! Have mercy! I'll leave the island—I'll never come back!"