One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Dozens of nautical miles from where the Valley of the Gods disappeared, the deep blue sea returned to calm.

The energy fluctuations that created the hundred-meter-high wave disappeared.

This proves that the destruction was not an illusion.

The Rocks Pirates' giant ship is a mobile fortress.

It sailed alongside Roger's Al Jackson.

The two ships, sworn enemies, were now surprisingly in sync.

They cut through the waves and headed in the same direction.

The tension and bloodshed of the great battle are being gradually dissipated by the sea breeze.

Most of the pirates on the ship were injured and exhausted.

They were either lying down or sitting, panting heavily.

On everyone's face was the ecstatic joy of surviving a catastrophe.

They survived.

I survived that war of gods and demons, and the wrath of that world's king.

Rocks stood at the bow of his ship, having changed into clean clothes, but the blood and domineering aura mixed with his clothes could not be washed away.

He looked at the man wearing a straw hat on another boat not far away.

A surge of pride welled up within me.

His chest heaved as he shouted at Roger with a voice louder than the waves.

"Roger! I owe you a favor this time!"

The sound rolled across the sea and entered everyone's ears.

"I've remembered God Valley's help!"

Lox grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, his smile arrogant and unrestrained.

"I, Lox D. Gibbeck, accept this favor!"

On the Al Jaxson, Roger's reaction was his signature loud laugh.

Without any scruples.

"Hahaha! What are you talking about, Rocks!"

Roger, clutching his straw hat, laughed so hard his body swayed.

"Anyone would want to get involved in that kind of scene! It's so much fun!"

His laughter made the tired crew members around him smile.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Lockes laughed and cursed, then suddenly swung his arm, pointing into the distance.

"To celebrate that we all survived rolling out of that hellhole!"

"I invite you all to my headquarters, Beehive Island!"

"Let's have a banquet!"

His voice carried an undeniable air of pride.

"We're going to drink all the alcohol on the island!"

"Eat all the meat!"

"We won't stop until we're drunk!"

This invitation silenced the pirates on both ships for a moment.

Go to the enemy's headquarters for a banquet?

This is absolutely insane.

Roger answered without the slightest hesitation.

"OK!"

He laughed again and slammed his fist on the gunwale.

"I was just worried about not having anywhere to drink!"

"If your wine doesn't suit my taste, I'll tear your island apart! Hahaha!"

"I'm always ready!"

Rocks responded with equally maniacal laughter.

Behind Roger, Spark Jabba held his forehead with his hand.

He was helpless against his captain's capricious decisions.

Rayleigh also shook his head while holding Shakky, but a smile appeared on his face.

After a great battle, a victor's celebration is the best option.

The fleet changed course and sailed majestically toward Pirate Paradise.

Beehive Island.

An island resembling a giant beehive appeared on the sea surface.

The island's port was instantly thrown into turmoil.

The pirates stationed there saw that their captain's flagship was being followed by the ship of their arch-rival, Roger.

Everyone thought they were seeing things.

After a brief moment of shock came overwhelming hostility.

Countless pirates drew their swords.

The port's cannons began to adjust their angles, aiming at the Orjaxson.

Rocks stood at the bow of the ship, coldly glancing across the harbor.

"Put your weapons away!"

A low growl contained the domineering aura of a conqueror.

A thunderclap boomed, instantly silencing all the noise.

"Prepare for the banquet!"

"Bring out the best wine and meat for me!"

"Today, we are entertaining distinguished guests!"

The captain's orders are everything.

The restless pirates, though confused, immediately sprang into action.

They had seen captains bring back all sorts of strange things, but bringing back a living Roger was a first.

Soon, the port of Beehive Island transformed from a battlefield into a giant kitchen.

Barrels of top-quality rum rolled out of the cellar, piling up into small mountains.

Several enormous sea monsters, each the size of a small mountain, had just been pulled from the deep sea.

Hundreds of pirates worked together to place it over the campfire.

The grease on the surface sizzled as the flames burned it.

The rich aroma of meat mixed with the mellow scent of wine quickly permeated the entire port.

Everyone who smells it can't help but swallow hard.

Night falls.

The atmosphere at the banquet reached its peak.

In the center of the port, beside a wooden table split from the trunk of a giant tree, sat some of the most elite monsters of this era.

Rocks.

Roger.

Whitebeard.

Rayleigh.

Jabba.

In front of them was a wooden cup the size of a human head, filled with amber-colored rum.

The rich foam was almost overflowing from the glass.

Amidst the cheers and clamor of thousands of pirates around, this table remained unusually quiet.

The fatigue of the great battle has dissipated, replaced by the relaxation after the storm.

Lox picked up the huge wooden cup, his smile a complex mix of emotions.

He was about to say something.

A toast to this damned fate, or a toast to the nemesis beside you.

The atmosphere at the scene reached a rare, relaxed peak.

Just now.

A sharp, piercing sound shattered everyone's eardrums.

It came from above without warning.

The sound was so abrupt and so jarring.

In an instant, it drowned out the noise of thousands of people, the crackling of the campfire, and the sound of the waves.

The entire port fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

Everyone, from henchmen to powerful figures like Rocks, looked up at the same time.

Look up at the sky illuminated by the campfire.

At the highest point in the sky, a point of light appeared.

The light spot rapidly magnified.

It became a "shooting star" burning with brilliant golden flames.

Trailing a long, golden tail of flame, it tore through the night and fell vertically toward the table with unparalleled precision!

The golden light drew closer and closer.

It's getting brighter and brighter.

It captured everyone's attention.

next second.

boom!

The "meteor" crashed down with a deafening roar.

The point of impact was only a few meters away from the giant wooden table.

The earth let out a painful cry.

A terrifying shockwave spread wildly outwards from the point of impact!

The mountain of wine barrels was instantly blown away, exploding in mid-air and splashing wine everywhere.

The giant sea monster on the campfire was overturned and rolled into the sea, creating a huge splash.

Ordinary pirates who got close didn't even have time to scream before being blown over by the shockwave.

A deep, human-shaped pit, over ten meters in diameter and seemingly bottomless, appeared before everyone.

Smoke and dust filled the air.

Gravel flew everywhere.

"Enemy attack!"

"Prepare for battle!"

After a brief silence, the surrounding pirate soldiers erupted into chaos.

They screamed, but their instinct to draw their swords still compelled them to do so.

They surrounded the deep pit, which was emitting blue smoke, as if facing a formidable enemy.

At the epicenter of the explosion, next to the wooden table closest to the crater, several figures remained motionless.

The violent shockwaves whipped at their clothes and hair, but couldn't shake their bodies.

Lox put down the half-finished wine glass.

The wooden cup hit the table with a dull thud.

Roger's smile remained unchanged.

The white-bearded man's usually lazy eyes narrowed at this moment.

The expression on their faces quickly shifted from astonishment to an extremely strange look.

A strange smile that was a mixture of helplessness, familiarity, and even excitement.

They didn't need to use Observation Haki to investigate.

That aura.

That unique and domineering aura had long been etched into the souls of all the top experts during the battle at the Valley of the Gods.

The silence was broken by a low laugh.

Rocks stared at the dark, deep pit.

He grinned and smiled.

A smile brimming with fighting spirit.

He chuckled softly, in a voice only those around him could hear.

"This guy."

"Have they caught up?"

Roger and Whitebeard exchanged a smile and simultaneously raised their glasses.