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Far away in the turbulent seas of the New World, a massive ship cut through the waves.
The Moby Dick moved like a floating mountain, its sails shaking under the ocean wind.
Inside the ship…
The atmosphere was unusually silent.
Edward Newgate—known across the seas as Whitebeard—sat on his throne-like chair, holding a newspaper in his large hand.
His eyes slowly scanned the page.
Then stopped.
Silence.
For a long moment, he did not move.
The crew around him felt something strange in the air and did not dare speak.
Finally, Whitebeard lowered the newspaper slightly.
“…So he’s gone.”
His voice was deep.
Heavy.
Not shocked—but thoughtful.
And then, slowly…
His mind drifted back.
FLASHBACK
A warm sea.
A calm ship.
Two legends sitting together, drinking as if they were ordinary men.
Gol D.
Roger and Whitebeard.
The atmosphere was strangely peaceful for two men who ruled the seas in different ways.
Roger raised his cup with a grin.
“Gurarara… you really drink like a monster,” Whitebeard laughed.
Roger chuckled.
“Coming from you?
That’s funny.”
A short silence passed between them.
Then Whitebeard’s expression turned slightly serious.
“…So it’s true?”
Roger tilted his head.
“Hm?”
“You said… you’re going to die soon.”
At that, Roger let out a light laugh.
“Yeah.”
He said it so casually that it almost sounded unreal.
“It’s just a matter of time.”
He took another sip before continuing, almost amused.
“Do you know what people are calling me these days?”
Whitebeard raised an eyebrow.
Roger grinned widely.
“The King of the Pirates.”
A quiet pause followed.
Then Roger leaned back, staring at the sky.
“My full name…”
His grin softened slightly.
“…is Gol D.
Roger.”
Not “Gold.”
Just “D.”
Whitebeard looked at him silently for a long time.
The wind between them felt heavier now.
“…D, huh?”
He muttered.
“I had a crew member… who also carried the name ‘D’.”
He paused.
“…Marshall D.
Teach.”
Roger’s eyes flickered slightly, but he said nothing at first.
Then Whitebeard finally asked the question that lingered in the air.
“…What does that ‘D’ stand for?”
The sea grew quiet.
Even the waves seemed to slow down.
Roger looked at Whitebeard for a long moment.
Then he smiled.
A mysterious, knowing smile…
And he answered.
Elsewhere in the calm yet fading light of the South Blue, the atmosphere inside a small, quiet bar felt unusually heavy.
The place was none other than Shakky’s Bar.
A rare silence had taken over the usual warmth of the room.
Silvers Rayleigh sat at the counter, a newspaper clenched loosely in his hand.
The paper trembled slightly.
Not from his grip…
But from something deeper.
Emotion.
His eyes lingered on the headline for a long time.
“Pirate King Gol D.
Roger Executed.”
For a moment, everything around him felt distant.
The sound of glasses, the creaking wood, even the world itself—it all faded into nothing.
Tears slowly gathered in his eyes.
And then—
Silently…
They fell.
One after another.
He lowered his head slightly, his voice barely audible as he whispered,
“…So you’re really gone now, Roger.”
His grip on the newspaper tightened for a brief moment.
Then slowly relaxed.
Beside him, Shakuyaku stood quietly, wiping a glass behind the counter.
She didn’t speak.
She didn’t interrupt.
She simply watched Rayleigh in silence, understanding that this was not a moment for words.
Only memory.
Only grief.
Outside the bar, the sea continued to move as if nothing had changed.
But inside that small place…
An era had just come to an end.
On the distant, storm-lashed seas surrounding Onigashima, thunder rolled endlessly across the sky as waves crashed violently against the skull-shaped island.
Inside the dim hall of the fortress, Kaido sat alone.
In one hand, he held a newspaper.
In the other, a massive jug of alcohol.
His eyes scanned the page in silence.
For once, even the “Strongest Creature in the World” was still.
Then—
A slow, deep breath escaped him.
“…Worororororo…”
A low, broken laugh rumbled from his throat.
“So Roger is dead…”
He tilted his head back, taking a long drink.
Gulp… gulp…
Then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“…Tch.”
A strange emotion flickered across his face—something between disappointment and emptiness.
“…Now this world is going to get even more boring.”
For a moment, silence returned.
Only the sound of rain and distant thunder filled the hall.
Then suddenly—
Kaido stood up.
BOOM.
The ground cracked slightly under his weight.
He turned his heavy gaze toward King, who stood silently nearby.
“King.”
His voice was sharp now.
“Let’s go destroy a Marine base.”
A grin slowly formed on his face.
“I’m itching today.”
Without waiting for a response—
Kaido began walking forward.
His massive steps echoed through the hall as his aura alone made the air feel heavier.
King remained silent for a moment.
Then, without hesitation…
He nodded.
“Yes, Kaido.”
And just like that…
The beast pirates began moving again.
monsters like Kaido did not grieve.
They hunted.
Far away, on the seas surrounding Totto Land, an uneasy silence had fallen over the vast archipelago.
Inside the enormous territory ruled by the sea emperor—
Charlotte Linlin, known as Big Mom, sat in her grand hall holding a newspaper.
Her massive fingers crumpled the paper slightly as her eyes scanned the headline.
For once…
Even she did not laugh immediately.
Around her, her children stood quietly.
Not a single one dared to speak.
The atmosphere felt strange.
Heavy.
Like something far beyond their understanding had just shifted in the world.
Then—
Big Mom slowly tilted her head.
A grin stretched across her face.
“Mama… Mama…”
Her voice returned, carrying its usual terrifying cheerfulness.
“So Roger is gone now?”
She leaned back in her seat, eyes gleaming with ambition.
“Now that he’s dead…”
Her grin widened.
“I’ll claim his treasure.
The One Piece!”
A sudden burst of laughter filled the hall.
“MAMA!
MAMA!
MAMA!”
The sound echoed through the palace walls, shaking even her children who were used to her madness.
Then suddenly, she slammed her hand on the table.
“LISTEN UP!”
Her voice turned sharp, commanding instantly.
“Go tell everyone to prepare a tea party!”
Her eyes sparkled with excitement.
“We’re going to celebrate today!”
Her children quickly bowed.
“Yes, Mama!”
They rushed out of the hall, obeying immediately.
But none of them noticed—
None of them understood—
That the words Roger had spoken before his death had already begun to ripple across the world like an unstoppable tide.
A tide that would not only shake pirates…
But even emperors like her.
And far beyond Totto Land’s joyful chaos…
Something far more dangerous had already begun to move in the shadows of the world.
The wave of the new Era!
A few days later, inside the headquarters of the Marines at Marineford, another high-level meeting was underway.
The atmosphere was still tense after the world-shaking events triggered by the execution of Gol D.
Roger.
But unlike before…
There was something unusual today.
Laughter.
The large doors of the meeting hall suddenly swung open.
Creak—
And in walked Monkey D.
Garp.
Behind him followed Ramon.
Both of them were laughing loudly as if they had just come from a casual conversation rather than one of the most serious rooms in the Navy.
“BWAHAHAHA!”
“Kuhahaha!”
Their voices echoed through the hall.
Unlike the original timeline where confusion and emotional conflict weighed heavily on Garp, things were slightly different in this version.
Ramon had already spoken to him beforehand—about the inevitable rise of a new era, about how Roger’s death would ignite a storm that even the World Government could not fully control.
Garp still felt a tinge of sadness.
Roger had been his rival… and something closer to a friend.
But he also understood the truth now.
This death was not meaningless.
It was the spark of something far larger.
An era that would eventually lead to the rise of a new generation…
A generation that might include a future “Joy Boy” or even the next King of the Pirates.
As they walked in laughing, the entire room fell silent.
Fleet Admiral Kong’s eyes twitched.
Then—
“GARP!”
His roar shook the room.
“And RAMON!”
Both of them immediately froze mid-step.
“Did you not see the Admirals standing here?!”
The pressure in the room increased instantly.
Vice Admirals straightened their backs.
Admirals narrowed their eyes.
Even the air itself felt heavier.
Garp scratched his head awkwardly.
“Bwahaha… my bad, my bad.”
Ramon chuckled lightly.
“Kuhahaha… sorry, old man Kong.”
Both of them spoke almost at the same time, completely unbothered.
Kong’s expression darkened further.
“…These two idiots…”
A heavy sigh escaped him.
Meanwhile, the other Marines—Vice Admirals, Admirals, and senior officers—looked exhausted just watching them.
It wasn’t fear anymore.
It was pure resignation.
Without wasting any more time, Garp and Ramon casually walked forward and took their seats side by side.
Still smiling.
Still relaxed.
As if the world outside had not just changed forever.
The atmosphere inside the meeting hall of the Marines at Marineford grew unusually heavy.
After Garp and Ramon had taken their seats, Fleet Admiral Kong slowly stepped forward.
He took a deep breath.
His expression was serious… but tired.
The kind of tired that came not from battle—but from the weight of the world itself.
“…Currently,” Kong began, his voice low and firm, “the World Government is extremely angry.”
The room tightened instantly.
“They are furious that we allowed Gol D.
Roger’s execution to be broadcast… and even more furious that he was allowed to speak those final words.”
A few Marines lowered their eyes.
The consequences were already spreading across the world like wildfire.
Kong clenched his fist slightly.
Taking another deep breath, he continued,
“Today, I gathered all of you here to inform you of something important.”
He paused.
The silence became suffocating.
“…My resignation.”
For a moment—
No one spoke.
No one moved.
Even the air seemed to freeze.
Then suddenly—
Admiral Zephyr broke the silence.
“What?!”
He leaned forward sharply.
“Kong… are you saying you’re quitting?!
Retiring from the Marines?!”
His voice carried disbelief.
Kong nodded slowly.
“…Yes.”
His tone was calm.
But heavy.
“Someone has to take responsibility.”
He turned his gaze toward the room.
“The World Government will not let this incident slide.
They need someone to blame.”
A bitter silence followed.
“So I will take it.”
His voice lowered slightly.
“And step down as Fleet Admiral.”
The weight of those words pressed down on everyone in the room.
Then Kong raised his head.
“But before I leave…”
His eyes shifted toward the three Admirals.
Sengoku
Zephyr and Yeti
A brief pause.
“Choose.”
The room remained silent for a second.
Then Zephyr spoke immediately.
“I nominate Sengoku.”
Kong’s eyes shifted slightly.
“…And why is that?”
Zephyr didn’t hesitate.
“Because he is the strongest among the three of us… and the wisest.”
A short pause followed.
Then Kong nodded slowly.
“…I was thinking the same.”
He turned toward Admiral Yeti.
“And you?”
Admiral Yeti, older now—his body clearly past its peak, stood calmly.
“I agree.”
His voice was steady.
“I am already past my prime.
My physical condition cannot compare to Sengoku’s Mythical abilities or his leadership potential.”
He exhaled softly.
“Sengoku is the right choice.”
Silence settled again.
Then Kong straightened.
“…Then it is decided.”
He looked across the room one final time.
“Tomorrow, I will submit my official resignation.”
His gaze hardened slightly.
“And recommend Sengoku as the next Fleet Admiral.”
A collective nod followed.
No one objected.
No one argued.
Even Garp, unusually quiet, simply crossed his arms.
Finally, Kong spoke once more.
“Any objections?”
Silence.
Then the room responded in unison.
“No, sir.”
Another pause.
Then—
“We also wish to see Admiral Sengoku as Fleet Admiral.”
Kong closed his eyes for a moment.
Then nodded.
“…Good.”
A few moments of silence settled over the meeting hall of the Marines at Marineford.
Fleet Admiral Kong exhaled slowly, as if gathering whatever patience he had left.
Now that the decision for the next Fleet Admiral had been settled…
The structure of the Navy still had a gap.
He straightened his posture and spoke again.
“Now that the Fleet Admiral position has been secured,” Kong said firmly, “and Admiral Sengoku will be taking my place…”
His gaze swept across the room.
“There is still one Admiral position vacant.”
The atmosphere tightened slightly.
Then Kong’s eyes shifted.
Directly toward Monkey D.
Garp.
His voice rose.
“Garp.”
A pause.
“I want you to take the position.”
The entire room went silent.
Even Sengoku looked up slightly.
Even Zephyr sighed, already expecting what was coming.
Garp, however, did not even bother to look at Kong.
He casually picked his nose, completely unbothered by the tension in the room.
Then he spoke.
“No.”
Instant rejection.
“I’m not going to serve those scums.”
Silence hit the room again—but this time it was sharper.
More awkward.
More predictable.
Fleet Admiral Kong’s eye twitched violently.
“…Tch.”
He rubbed his forehead.
He had already expected it.
Not even once had Garp ever been easy to control.
But as Fleet Admiral, it was still his duty to ask.
A formality.
A responsibility.
Even if the answer was always the same.
Kong let out a long, exhausted breath.
“…Of course you would say that.”
He muttered under his breath.
Around the room, several Vice Admirals looked away awkwardly, pretending not to hear anything.
Zephyr crossed his arms.
Sengoku adjusted his glasses in silence.
And Garp, completely unconcerned, casually leaned back in his chair.
“Kuhahaha…”
Ramon, sitting nearby, chuckled softly.
“Old man Garp never changes.”
The atmosphere remained tense…
but familiar.
Because everyone in that room understood one simple truth:
Garp would never become someone who followed orders without question.
And Kong…
had known that from the very beginning.
Hearing Ramon’s quiet laughter echo through the meeting hall, Fleet Admiral Kong’s patience finally snapped.
“RAMON!!” Kong roared, his voice shaking the entire room.
“SHUT UP!
DON’T LAUGH!”
The sudden shout made several Vice Admirals flinch.
Kong immediately turned his glare toward Monkey D.
Garp.
“And YOU, GARP!”
His eyes sharpened dangerously.
“Watch your mouth!”
The pressure in the room increased instantly.
“You can’t just go around insulting the Celestial Dragons like that!
Do you want to get yourself and this entire Navy into serious trouble?!”
The words “Celestial Dragons” alone made the atmosphere grow heavier.
For a brief moment, even Garp stopped laughing.
“…Heh.”
Then—
Instead of looking worried, Garp simply grinned wider.
“Bwahahaha!”
He waved his hand lazily.
“Sorry, sorry… my bad.”
Still laughing under his breath, he added casually,
“Forget I said it.”
Silence.
Absolute silence.
The entire room froze.
Fleet Admiral Kong’s expression went blank for a moment.
Then his eye twitched violently.
“…What did you just say?”
Even Sengoku looked like he had just aged ten years in a single second.
Admiral Zephyr slowly pinched the bridge of his nose.
“…This man is going to get us killed one day,” he muttered.
Around the room, Vice Admirals exchanged stunned looks.
Not because Garp insulted the Celestial Dragons—
That was normal.
But because he said it so openly…
And then casually told everyone to forget it like it meant nothing.
Ramon, meanwhile, covered his mouth, trying not to laugh again.
“Kuhahaha…”
Kong immediately snapped his head toward him.
“AND YOU STOP LAUGHING TOO!”
The room fell into chaotic silence again.
But deep down, every Marine present understood one thing very clearly:
No matter how serious the meeting was…
As long as Garp and Ramon were in the room together…
peace was never guaranteed.
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Chapter End.