Pops…
Ace suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at the image that had just faded from the light screen.
It not only showed the tragic scene of Akainu piercing through his chest but also exposed the world-shaking secret within Luffy!
Ace grit his teeth.
Although he didn’t know what kind of terrifying karma Nika entailed, he knew the World Government’s ways all too well.
Now that his trump card had been completely exposed by the sky screen, Luffy would undoubtedly become the primary target and a thorn in the World Government’s side!
Pops!
I must return to the East Blue!
Luffy is in danger!
The World Government will definitely send an Admiral or even more terrifying forces to eliminate him.
He can’t handle those monsters yet; I have to go save him!
Ace’s voice was anxious yet firm.
The deck fell silent for a brief moment.
Marco, Jozu, Vista, and the other division commanders looked at Ace, their eyes filled with complexity and emotion.
In the light screen, that thin figure wearing a Straw Hat had broken into the supposedly impregnable Impel Down to save Ace and had fought until his last drop of blood in the Marineford War.
That brotherhood had already won over everyone on the Moby Dick.
Gurarararara…
Whitebeard’s deep and overbearing laughter broke the freezing atmosphere on the deck.
He slowly stood up, his towering, demon-god-like frame casting a massive shadow, as his broad palm slapped heavily onto Ace’s shoulder.
Silly son, what nonsense are you talking about?
The crescent-shaped mustache of Whitebeard curled slightly upward, his gaze filled with the arrogance of one who looked down upon the sea and the warmth of a protective father.
Since that brat in the Straw Hat on the light screen could risk his life to charge into Impel Down for you when you were in trouble…
Whitebeard suddenly pulled out Murakumogiri, which was stuck beside him.
The Supreme Grade blade slammed onto the deck with a deafening thud, causing the waters of the entire sea to ripple in response.
Then now that he is in trouble, our Whitebeard Pirates naturally cannot sit idly by!
Whitebeard’s voice, carrying a hint of Conqueror’s Haki, echoed through the sky like rolling thunder: My sons!!
Pops!
Marco and the others snapped to attention, the gloom on their faces vanishing as a fanatical light ignited in their eyes.
Notify all subordinate pirate crews, full deployment!
Whitebeard’s eyes blazed like torches as he pointed his blade toward the East Blue, roaring with heroic spirit: Target: East Blue!
Whoever dares to stand in our way will taste the power that shakes heaven and earth!
Oooooh!!!
A roar that could overturn the clouds erupted from the Moby Dick, the deafening cheers completely tearing apart the previous suppression.
The largest war machine in the New World boldly changed course because of that Straw Hat boy from the East Blue.
Since the world was already in chaos, the Whitebeard Pirates didn’t mind stirring the waters even more!
…
Alabasta.
A sunless underground secret room.
Nico Robin, draped in a fur coat, held a wine glass between her fingertips, the red wine swirling against the glass walls.
The light screen hung in the air outside the window.
When the sound of the Drums of Liberation rang out, her movements stopped.
Sun God, Nika.
Joy Boy.
Images of the past returned to Ohara twenty years ago.
The flames of the Tree of Knowledge, the figure of Professor Clover lying in a pool of blood, and the tongues of fire spitting from Marine warships.
The Poneglyphs that scholars protected with their lives, the secrets hidden within the Void Century.
All contained within a single Devil Fruit.
To erase that name, the Celestial Dragons launched a Buster Call, burning the entire island to ashes.
Robin placed the wine glass on the table.
That boy from the East Blue named Luffy, with a carefree smile, swung a Four Emperors around like a jump rope.
He didn’t even know what he had eaten.
But the Gorosei’s blade was already hanging over his neck.
The answers the Professor and the others risked their lives to find were hidden within the laughter of this East Blue brat.
Robin took the wide-brimmed hat from the table and put it on.
The brim was pulled down low.
Footsteps came from outside the door.
Crocodile walked in biting a cigar, sand scraping against the floor.
Miss All Sunday, pack your things.
Where to, Boss?
East Blue.
Crocodile blew a smoke ring.
There’s not even a shadow of information on the Ancient Weapon Pluton.
The secrets on that brat are much more interesting than Pluton.
The eight-hundred-year void…
I want to join in the fun too.
…
On the edge of the Calm Belt.
A white warship without a Marine flag was cutting through the waves.
On the deck stood three masked figures draped in white robes.
Target: Windmill Village, East Blue, the tall agent leading them said in a mechanical tone.
To deploy three CP0 agents for a mere greenhorn from the East Blue…
the higher-ups are making too big a deal out of this.
The fruit that kid ate isn’t right.
The Gorosei’s order is to eliminate him, leaving not even ashes behind.
Before the tall one could finish, a sharp whistling sound of something cutting through the air came from behind.
A howling black shadow hurtled from the horizon behind them.
It was a cannonball.
This wasn’t an ordinary cannon shot; its speed and power far exceeded conventional artillery.
Tekkai!
The short agent gave a low shout and pushed his hand forward.
A dull metallic clang rang out as the cannonball was forcefully blocked, falling into the sea and kicking up a water column.
Several nautical miles behind, the dog-headed warship was in frantic pursuit.
Boxes of cannonballs were piled at Garp’s feet.
He grabbed two with one hand, exerted force from his waist, and swung his arm in a wide arc to hurl them forward.
Fist Bone Meteorite.
The cannonballs formed a black line, crashing toward the stern of the CP0 ship.
However, the distance was too great.
A throw spanning several nautical miles had lost its original penetrating power by the time it reached its end.
The white-robed agents repeatedly performed Rankyaku on the deck, their slashes shredding the cannonballs in mid-air as gunpowder smoke scattered.
It’s Garp’s ship.
The tall agent’s eyes beneath the mask were cold.
Ignore him.
Full speed ahead; his ship can’t catch us.
Garp stood at the bow, his teeth gnashing as he watched the other side move further away instead of slowing down.
He couldn’t let these people enter the East Blue.
Just as Garp was about to dismantle the ship with his bare hands to make a surfboard and charge over…
A strange ripple vibrated through the air.
Pop.
A tiny sound rang out on the deck of the CP0 warship.
The air was highly compressed, forming a transparent bubble in the shape of a paw.
The tall agent turned back alertly: Who’s there?!
The bubble burst.
A massive figure appeared out of thin air, blocking the three CP0 agents.
A black hat with bear ears, spotted trousers, and a heavy Bible in his hands.
Bartholomew Kuma.
A Shichibukai?
the short agent said in an unfriendly tone.
Kuma, what are you doing here instead of staying in your territory?
Interfering with government business…
are you planning to rebel?
Kuma did not answer.
He slowly took off his gloves, revealing the pink paw pads on his palms.
If you were to go on a trip, where would you like to go?
His mild voice seemed out of place in the sea breeze.
The tall agent sensed danger and retreated rapidly: Shigan!
Afterimages lunged straight for Kuma’s vital points.
Kuma raised his right hand.
The paw pads met those attacks.
All the force was completely repelled the moment it touched the pads.
Then, Kuma turned his palm toward the short agent and pushed forward.
Pop.
The short agent didn’t even have time to scream before he turned into a shooting star and disappeared into the horizon.
You bastard!
The remaining two agents drew their weapons, but before they could exert any force, Kuma’s figure had already teleported behind them.
Both palms struck out simultaneously.
Pop.
Pop.
Two figures soared into the sky, flying toward some unknown distance.
Only Kuma remained on the deck.
He put his gloves back on, opened his Bible, glanced at the dog-headed warship in the distance, and vanished with a flash.
Bartholomew Kuma…
Garp brushed the gunpowder dust off his hands.
Bogard stepped forward: Vice Admiral, are we still heading to the East Blue?
Go!
Of course we’re going!
Garp glared.
I’m on vacation going home to see my grandson.
Who’s going to stop me!
The golden light screen above the heavens lit up once more.
Austin’s narration came with a metallic electronic voice.
[System Notification: World Shock Value has reached 85 percent.
Unlocking next video: The Great War Unfolds.] Now that we’ve seen the Straw Hat boy’s shocking background and cheats, let’s return to the battlefield of the Marineford War.
As the war reached its midpoint, the Whitebeard Pirates’ offensive was fierce, and the Marine’s defensive line was on the verge of being torn apart.
At this time, Fleet Admiral Sengoku ordered the deployment of a secret unit.
The scene on the light screen switched.
Behind the Marineford plaza, the sound of rhythmic footsteps shook the ground.
Row after row of towering figures emerged from the smoke.
They had the same build, the same black-and-white clothing, and no weapons in their hands.
People across the entire sea gasped.
It was a face that everyone knew.
Bartholomew Kuma.