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Fleet Admiral Kong took a deep breath before looking directly toward Ramon.
The veins on his forehead were still twitching slightly from irritation.
“Ramon,” he said in a strict voice, “sit down already.
We have a lot of work to do.”
Hearing that, Ramon did not waste any time.
“Kuhahaha… alright, alright.”
With a carefree grin on his face, he casually walked across the meeting hall before sitting down beside Monkey D.
Garp.
Garp immediately handed him a bag of rice crackers.
“BWAHAHAHA!
Here, brat!”
Ramon casually took one before eating it without hesitation.
Crunch.
The sight of grandfather and grandson casually eating snacks during one of the most important meetings in Marine history caused several Marines to twitch helplessly.
Meanwhile, Fleet Admiral Kong ignored the two battle maniacs before turning his attention toward everyone else inside the room.
His expression quickly became serious again.
“Listen carefully.”
The atmosphere instantly became heavy.
“Ten days from now… Gol D.
Roger will be executed.”
The moment those words were spoken, silence filled the hall.
Even the Vice Admirals straightened their backs.
“The entire world is currently unstable,” Kong continued.
“The Roger Pirates may make a move.
Other pirate crews could also use this opportunity to create chaos.”
His sharp gaze swept across everyone present.
“Therefore, from this moment onward, I want every single one of you to work at one hundred percent of your limits.”
No one dared to speak.
Then Kong began assigning forces throughout the world.
Several Marine fleets were dispatched toward the New World in preparation for possible attacks from powerful pirate crews.
Additional forces were sent across the Grand Line to maintain order and suppress potential uprisings.
Meanwhile, Marines stationed within the Four Seas were ordered to strengthen security around important kingdoms and naval bases.
Some elite units were even assigned to protect the World Nobles, fearing that chaos caused by Roger’s execution could spread throughout the world.
Soon after, Kong began assigning the Admirals themselves.
“Admiral Yeti.”
The Admiral immediately stood up.
“Yes, Fleet Admiral.”
“You will head to Mary Geoise and personally oversee the protection of the Celestial Dragons.”
“I understand.”
Then Kong shifted his gaze toward Sengoku.
“Sengoku, you will head toward the New World.
Keep the major pirate crews under surveillance.”
Sengoku nodded seriously.
“It will be done.”
Next, Kong looked toward Admiral Zephyr, Garp, and Ramon.
“You three will head toward Loguetown.”
The atmosphere instantly grew tense.
“You will personally oversee Roger’s execution and prevent any interference.”
Hearing that, Garp crossed his arms and laughed loudly.
“BWAHAHAHA!
Leave it to us!”
Meanwhile, Ramon simply grinned.
“Kuhahaha… sounds interesting.”
Zephyr, however, merely sighed while rubbing his forehead.
Those two idiots were somehow supposed to protect one of the most important events in world history.
After finally assigning the Marine forces throughout the world, Kong looked around the meeting room one final time.
The exhaustion on his face became visible.
He deeply sighed before speaking in a heavy voice.
“Tomorrow, all of you will leave for your assigned posts.”
No one objected.
Everyone understood the importance of the coming days.
Because once Roger’s execution began—
The entire world itself would change forever.
Without saying another word, Fleet Admiral Kong slowly turned around and left the meeting hall.
And as the large doors closed behind him—
A strange sense of tension quietly spread throughout the room.
Ten days later—
The day of the Pirate King’s execution had finally arrived.
The atmosphere throughout Loguetown was unbelievably heavy.
The streets were packed with people from all over the world.
Pirates, civilians, bounty hunters, merchants, and countless reporters had gathered together for one single reason—
To witness the end of Gol D.
Roger.
Marine forces were deployed across the entire city.
Hundreds of soldiers stood guard on rooftops and around the execution plaza while Vice Admirals monitored the surroundings carefully, prepared for even the slightest disturbance.
At the center of it all stood the massive execution platform.
And near it—
Ramon arrived alongside Monkey D.
Garp and Admiral Zephyr.
Unlike usual, neither grandfather nor grandson was laughing.
The atmosphere around them felt strangely quiet.
Because for Garp, Roger had never simply been a pirate.
He had been a rival.
A friend.
A man he respected despite standing on the opposite side of justice.
And for Ramon—
Roger was one of the very few people in the world he genuinely admired.
Strong.
Free.
Wild.
A man who stood at the very peak of the seas.
As Ramon stared toward the execution platform in silence, a complicated look appeared in his eyes.
Then quietly, he muttered,
“…I feel bad, Grandpa.”
Hearing those words, Garp glanced toward him.
“BWAHAHAHA… why?” he asked, though his voice lacked its usual energy.
Ramon kept staring at the execution platform before answering honestly,
“Because now…”
A disappointed sigh escaped his mouth.
“I’m never going to get the chance to fight him.”
The moment those words left his mouth—
BAM!!
Admiral Zephyr instantly punched Ramon on the head.
“OWWW!!”
Ramon grabbed his head in pain.
“Old man, what was that for?!”
Veins bulged on Zephyr’s forehead as he glared at him furiously.
“You idiot!”
Even Sengoku, who had been standing nearby, looked completely speechless.
“Out of all things to feel sad about, that’s your reason?!” Sengoku shouted angrily.
“You battle maniac!”
He pointed toward the execution platform.
“You should be thinking about justice!
About maintaining the balance of the world!”
Zephyr crossed his arms before snorting.
“This brat seriously only thinks about fighting.”
Hearing their scolding, Ramon rubbed the back of his head helplessly. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
“Kuhahaha… okay, okay.
Whatever you say.”
But despite his laughter, the disappointment in his eyes did not completely disappear.
Because deep inside—
He truly had wanted to fight Roger at least once.
Soon, the Marines finished taking their positions.
Soldiers lined up throughout the city while guards surrounded the execution plaza from every direction.
The civilians nervously waited in complete silence.
Among the crowd, two young boys could be seen crying heavily—
Shanks and Buggy.
Tears continuously fell from their eyes as they stared toward the execution platform.
Meanwhile, hidden deep within the crowd, another figure silently watched everything unfold.
Monkey D.
Dragon stood within the shadows, his expression unreadable as his eyes remained fixed on the platform above.
The entire city had fallen into complete silence.
Then finally—
Roger appeared.
Chains restrained his arms while several Marine guards escorted him through the crowd.
Yet despite walking toward his death—
A fearless smile still remained on the Pirate King’s face.
He slowly walked forward, step by step, toward the execution platform.
The sound of heavy chains clinking echoed through the silent air.
Clink… clink… clink…
Each step felt heavier than the last, yet Gol D.
Roger never once slowed down.
He climbed the stairs leading up to the execution platform with calm, steady movements.
From below, the entire crowd watched in stunned silence.
Not a single voice could be heard.
The usual chaos of the city had vanished completely, replaced by an almost suffocating stillness.
Every eye was locked onto the man who had changed the era of piracy.
On one side of the crowd, powerful figures observed in silence—
Sir Crocodile stood with a cold, unreadable expression.
Gecko Moria watched with a twisted grin, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.
And further away, standing apart from everyone else, Dracule Mihawk observed quietly, his sharp eyes never leaving Roger’s figure.
In hidden corners of the city—
Monkey D.
Dragon stood in the shadows, his expression hidden beneath his cloak.
And somewhere else, in another alley, Donquixote Doflamingo watched with a faint, unsettling smile.
Far away in the crowd, two young boys could not stop crying.
Shanks and Buggy stood frozen, tears streaming down their faces as they stared helplessly toward the platform.
“Roger…!” one of them choked out, but their voice was swallowed by the silence of the world.
Finally, Roger reached the top.
He stood tall on the execution platform, looking down at the sea of faces below him.
Two executioners stepped forward and glanced at him.
“…Do you have any last wish?” one of them asked cautiously.
For a moment, Roger looked at them in silence.
Then suddenly, a familiar smirk appeared on his face.
“Last wish?” he repeated lightly.
He lifted his bound hands.
“Can you take these off?”
He shook the chains slightly.
“They’re chafing me.”
For a brief second, both executioners froze.
The absurd calmness in his voice made them hesitate.
Then one of them lowered his head.
“…Sorry.
We can’t do that.”
Roger exhaled softly, almost amused.
“Is that so…”
A quiet chuckle escaped him.
“Why would I run away now?”
He looked out over the world one last time, his eyes calm and strangely satisfied.
“Hm… it’s saddening.”
Without any resistance, Roger walked forward and sat down on the execution platform, crossing his legs as if he were settling down somewhere peaceful.
Then, with a relaxed smile on his face, he spoke one final time.
“All right…”
“Let’s get this over with quickly.”
The two executioners stepped forward in perfect synchronization.
Clang…
Their blades crossed as they positioned themselves on both sides of Gol D.
Roger.
The air turned suffocatingly heavy.
The entire world seemed to hold its breath.
Not a single sound came from the crowd.
Then suddenly—
A voice shattered the silence.
“Hey!
King of the Pirates!!”
Roger slowly lifted his head.
A calm smile remained on his face as his eyes shifted toward the shouting man in the crowd.
The man stepped forward, trembling with excitement and greed.
“Where did you hide it?!”
He pointed toward Roger.
“The treasure you found… the legendary treasure!!
The One Piece!!”
The moment those words were spoken—
Silence fell over the entire island once again.
Even the wind seemed to stop.
Every Marine, every pirate, every civilian… froze.
And then—
Gol D.
Roger laughed.
“HEHEHE… HAHAHAHAHA!”
His laughter echoed across the entire plaza, full of freedom, pride, and something far beyond fear.
Still smiling, he spoke clearly,
“My treasure?”
He paused, letting the tension build.
“If you want it… you can have it!”
His voice rose, carrying across the entire world.
“Find it!”
For a split second, the world stopped breathing.
Then Roger continued, smiling as if he had just shared a simple truth.
“I left everything this world has to offer… in that place.”
“I left it all there.”
The silence shattered.
Below Admiral Sengoku immediately snapped his head forward.
“EXECUTE HIM!!
STOP HIM FROM TALKING!!”
His roar echoed across the platform.
At that exact moment, the executioners raised their blades higher.
The steel gleamed under the sunlight.
Roger did not resist.
He did not struggle.
He only smiled.
And in the next instant—
The blades struck.
The world went silent.
For a moment… everything froze.
BOOM!
The silence broke like a dam.
The entire crowd erupted into chaos.
People began screaming, shouting, and then running in every direction toward the sea.
“The One Piece is REAL!!”
“The treasure is out there!!”
“Go to the sea!!”
Panic and excitement mixed together as the entire island descended into madness.
Seeing the chaos unfold, Sengoku grabbed a Den Den Mushi immediately.
“ALL MARINE UNITS!!”
His voice was sharp and urgent.
“COVER THE ENTIRE ISLAND!
DON’T LET A SINGLE PIRATE ESCAPE!!”
Marines rushed in all directions, trying to control the exploding chaos.
Meanwhile—
On one side of the plaza, Monkey D.
Garp stood silently, but a faint laugh escaped him.
“Bwahahaha…”
Beside him, Ramon also chuckled softly.
“Kuhahaha… what a way to go out.”
Their laughter stood in contrast to the chaos unfolding around them.
Not far away, Admiral Zephyr held his forehead, visibly stressed, muttering under his breath,
“…This is a disaster.”
Elsewhere in the crowd, two young boys cried uncontrollably—
Shanks and Buggy.
Tears streamed down their faces as they stared at the platform in shock and disbelief.
And with that—
The execution of the Pirate King ended.
But in reality…
It was only the beginning of a new era.
While the Marines were busy trying to contain the chaos spreading across Loguetown, the situation had already gone far beyond their control.
The skies were filled with News Coo birds, carrying newspapers to every corner of the world.
Page after page, the same shocking headline spread across nations, seas, and islands:
“Pirate King Gol D.
Roger Executed — Final Words Ignite a New Era!”
The World Government tried desperately to suppress the information, issuing emergency orders to block distribution.
But it was already too late.
The flames had been lit.
And no force in the world could put them out.
Inside Marine Headquarters, deep within Fleet Admiral Kong’s office, the atmosphere was heavy enough to suffocate.
The doors slammed open as Kong stormed in.
BOOM!
His fist came down hard on the wooden desk, cracking it instantly.
“BASTARD ROGER!!”
His roar shook the entire room.
“Can he not die in peace?!”
Veins bulged on his forehead as his rage filled the space.
“Why start a fire that spreads across the whole world?!”
His clenched fist trembled with frustration and exhaustion.
The weight of what had just happened was far heavier than any battlefield report he had ever read.
For the first time in a long while…
Fleet Admiral Kong looked tired.
He slowly loosened his grip, taking a deep breath as his anger began to settle into something more silent.
Something heavier.
“…Tch.”
He turned away from the broken desk and walked toward the window.
Outside, the sea stretched endlessly—calm, beautiful, and completely unaware of the chaos it now carried within it.
After a long silence, he spoke again—but this time, his voice was lower.
Almost defeated.
“…I think it’s time for me to retire from the Navy.”
The words hung in the air.
Heavy.
Final.
For a man like Kong to even think such a thing…
It meant the world had truly changed.
Far away, in the isolated lands of Wano Country, the world outside its borders felt almost unreal.
But even there…
The news had arrived.
A small boy came running through the open grounds, his tiny feet pattering against the wooden floorboards.
Momonosuke was struggling under the weight of a newspaper almost larger than his own body.
The paper fluttered wildly as he carried it with both hands, determination written all over his face.
“Father!”
He called out loudly as he finally reached his destination.
Standing there was his father, Kozuki Oden.
Oden turned his head and looked down at the boy with a warm, curious smile.
“Hm?
What is it, Momonosuke?”
The boy carefully lifted the newspaper toward him.
“This is for you!”
Oden raised an eyebrow slightly, glancing at the oversized paper.
“Where did you get this?”
Momonosuke puffed his chest proudly.
“The Shogun’s messenger brought it!
He said it was important!”
At that, Oden chuckled lightly.
“Oh?
I see… thank you.”
He gently patted Momonosuke’s head, ruffling his hair with affection.
“Good job bringing it here.”
Momonosuke smiled happily, completely unaware of the weight of what he had just delivered.
Oden slowly unfolded the newspaper.
At first, his expression remained calm.
But then—
His eyes stopped.
The headline.
The image.
The name.
Gol D.
Roger — Executed.
The world seemed to lose its sound in that instant.
Oden’s smile slowly faded.
His grip on the newspaper tightened slightly as his gaze remained fixed on the words.
And then…
Something rare appeared in his eyes.
Shock.
Sadness.
Disbelief.
His lips parted slightly.
“…Roger…”
The name left his mouth in a quiet whisper.
For a moment, the great samurai who once laughed in the face of danger stood completely still.
Because he understood better than most—
The death of one man…
meant the beginning of something far greater.
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Chapter End.