Simultaneous Transmigration: Why is it all One Piece world?

Chapter 106 Once Roger dies, I'll find a woman.

Garp pounded on the ship's hull, shaking the entire warship. "That kid Nok—tsk tsk, catching Celestial Dragons is like catching pigs for him, his bounty must be over six billion by now, right? That's fucking awesome! Those pigs with their noses in the air should have been—" He stopped abruptly, covering his mouth and glancing around furtively. He noticed that the surrounding marines were all pretending not to hear him, but upon closer inspection, many of them had a barely suppressed smirk on their lips.

Clearly, Nock's repeated acts of trampling the Celestial Dragons underfoot had, like a boulder thrown into stagnant water, quietly shaken the deep-seated awe of the gods held by the lower ranks of the Navy.

"Cough! Cough cough!" Garp coughed twice, forcing a stern face. "Ah! I didn't say anything just now! You didn't hear anything either! Take it back! Take it all back! The most urgent thing is to arrest that bastard Nok—cough, that extremely dangerous traitor!"

Yes! Arrest Knok!

This blatant attempt to cover up his true intentions caused Bogart's lips to twitch involuntarily. He knew his superior all too well. Arrest Nok? Right now, Lieutenant General Karp's mind was probably only filled with Roger's... oops, his enemy's image!

"Bogart!" Garp suddenly waved his hand, pointing into the distance. "Target! Twin Capes of Reverse Mountain, full speed ahead! Dog-headed warship, launch!"

The soldiers exchanged bewildered glances. Bogart, expressionless, asked, "Lieutenant General, but orders from headquarters are for us to arrest Nok."

"No buts!" Garp waved his hand, his words leaving no room for argument. "Headquarters' orders are to capture pirates! Roger is the biggest pirate! Capturing one of him is worth a thousand! As for Nock—" He paused, his voice suddenly lowering, "that kid's matter will naturally be handled by someone else."

His eyes were complicated as he spoke. In the past few days, news about Nok had been everywhere, with Celestial Dragons disappearing one after another, all pointing to that former rising star of the Navy.

Garp looked at the reports, saying nothing openly, but secretly he didn't know how to be happy.

"Understood, Lieutenant General Garp!" Knowing all along that persuasion was futile, Bogart responded in a deep voice and immediately turned to relay the order.

The marines on the warship instantly switched from their gossipy state back to elite mode. Although their opinion of the Celestial Dragons may have subtly changed, they dared not make a slip of the tongue like Garp.

Soon, the engines of the dog-headed warship roared loudly, and the dog-headed statue on the bow seemed to grin, facing the entrance to the Grand Line, that miraculous place connecting the four seas.

Upside-down mountain, speeding through the waves!

A few days later, in the Upside-Down Mountain and Sea Area.

The fog, thick for no apparent reason, was as dense as a wall, enveloping the entire mountain and the surrounding sea.

The warships sailed slowly through the fog, pitifully low, with only the roar of waves crashing against the red earth and the howling of water being forcibly lifted by the mountains. The damp, cold fog clung to the skin, making one feel exceptionally oppressed.

The soldiers were on high alert, and the dog-headed warship cautiously navigated the thick fog like a ghost ship, its searchlight beams appearing pale and weak against the wall of fog.

A young marine gripped the railing nervously, looking around at the thick fog that made it impossible to see his own hand in front of his face. He couldn't help but mutter to his companion beside him, "Damn it—this place—will Roger and the others really come? What if the intelligence—"

Before the words had even finished—

boom!

A sharp, familiar tap landed precisely on his head, making him see stars.

"Shh—!" Lieutenant General Garp had somehow appeared behind him, dramatically covering his mouth with a large hand, but his voice was still as loud as thunder.

"Keep your voice down, you idiot!" Garp shouted, lowering his voice. "Don't let Roger hear we're here! We need to catch him off guard! Don't you understand tactics?!"

As he spoke, he crouched down as if he were stealthily approaching someone.

Bogart stood at the edge of the bridge, one hand on his forehead, looking helplessly at his superior's self-deceptive "tactical acumen." He really wanted to remind the lieutenant general: with such a loud murmur of water and your "soft" voice, it would be a miracle if Roger hadn't spotted us nearby—

However, even as the thick fog enveloped the area and Garp was still practicing his "tactical silence,"

boom!

A surge of overwhelming power suddenly erupted, and the thick fog seemed to be violently stirred by this invisible force, churning painfully.

"Huh?!" Garp instantly straightened his back, all the playfulness and comicality on his face vanished, leaving only the focus and excitement of a beast that had spotted its prey!

His eyes seemed to pierce through the thick fog, fixed on the direction from which the loud noise came.

"This feeling—it can't be wrong!" Garp grinned, revealing a ferocious smile full of fighting spirit, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. "Roger! I can smell you! Bogart! Full left! Charge forward!!"

A little earlier.

The Golden Jackson sailed steadily through the thick, wall-like white fog. Its bow broke through the viscous fog, leaving a brief gap that was quickly filled again. The sound of the waves being cut was absorbed by the fog, sounding low and oppressive.

On the deck, however, the atmosphere was not as heavy as the surroundings.

Although everyone's face showed the exhaustion of a long journey, a glimmer of hope shone in their eyes.

Gol D. Roger stood at the bow of the ship, his hands resting on the railing. The sea breeze ruffled his signature beard, but it couldn't dispel the lingering sickly pallor between his brows.

His figure seemed a little thinner than before, but his eyes, like burning stars, were still filled with a yearning for the unknown and an inextinguishable flame. He took a deep breath of the damp, cold mist, as if drawing strength from it.

"Crocas—" Roger murmured the name, a hopeful smile playing on his lips, "The light of hope is just ahead, my comrades!"

"Hey, Roger," Rayleigh leaned against the mainmast, adjusting his glasses. His eyes remained sharp, but a hint of barely perceptible concern flickered as he looked at Roger's retreating figure. "With such thick fog, don't let the light of hope get lost. But speaking of which, if we can find that guy, you bastard, you can live a few more years and continue wreaking havoc on the seas. Tsk, what a pity, you've ruined my chance to go find Shakky and enjoy a wonderful retirement!"

"Hahaha!" Roger exclaimed. "Rayleigh! You bastard, just admit you're jealous! Fate has smiled upon me. Before I reach Laugh Tale and witness the truth of that blank century of history, I won't so easily bow down to death! As for Shakky—" Roger winked mischievously, "you bastard, you've quietly captured the heart of the world's most beautiful woman. It's enough to make anyone's teeth itch with envy!"

"Exactly!" Jabba chimed in, his face contorted with exaggerated envy and jealousy. "Rayleigh, you bastard, you're so unfair! I like a beauty like Shakky too! How did you manage to snag her by yourself? Teach us your secrets, will you? After the captain dies, I should find a woman too! A woman even better than Shakky!"

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