Simultaneous Transmigration: Why is it all One Piece world?

Chapter 107 Rab

"Oh? You like it too?" Rayleigh raised an eyebrow, a smug smile playing on his lips. "The secret? Probably... strength, charm, and a little bit of luck?" He sighed deeply, his gaze glancing at Roger with a hint of mockery. "Too bad, I still have to continue my adventures with some troublesome captain. Retirement... I'll have to wait a while."

Even so, the deep reluctance to leave the voyage and the affection for his companions in the depths of his eyes could not be hidden.

The crew erupted in good-natured laughter and hisses, easing the tense atmosphere considerably with their familiar banter. Spencer, Doncino, and others gathered around, smiles on their faces. Despite the uncertain future and the captain's serious illness, as long as their companions were together and as long as hope remained, they were fearless.

However, in this brief moment of relaxation...

Waaah—!

A powerful, penetrating roar, seemingly filled with endless pain, loneliness, and rage, tore through the thick fog without warning, resounding in everyone's ears.

Immediately afterwards!

Immediately afterwards!

Boom!

Not far to the right of the ship, the sea surface seemed to be struck by an invisible giant fist, arching upwards violently. A huge, suffocating shadow broke through the sea surface, carrying a massive amount of seawater soaring into the sky.

It's an island whale!

Even as a juvenile, this island whale is as large as a small island!

Its enormous head was now covered with hideous wounds and congealed scabs. The most shocking sight was its forehead, where the skin was torn open and the bone was visible. It was clear that it had been caused by countless frenzied impacts.

Although island whales are large, they should be gentle creatures. However, what the Roger Pirates saw was full of blood and a kind of madness.

Ignoring the Golden Jackson so close at hand, its massive tail churned the seawater, producing a dull, thunderous slapping sound. With an unstoppable momentum, its enormous body once again crashed fiercely into the seemingly ancient red earthen rock wall in front of it!

boom!!

This impact was even more terrifying than the previous whale roar; the extremely muffled roar seemed to come from the earth's core.

The entire sea surface sank sharply downwards from the point of impact, forming a huge vortex. The violent shockwave, carrying tens of thousands of tons of seawater and shattered rock fragments, spread in all directions like a tsunami.

The Golden Jackson was like a leaf in a storm, violently thrown about by this overwhelming force! The ship groaned under the strain! The crew on deck were caught off guard and instantly staggered, with the weaker ones even being thrown off!

"What?!" Roger's smile vanished instantly. Without needing to hold onto anything, he clung to the deck, his gaze piercing through the churning waves and flying rocks, fixed on the giant whale that was frantically crashing against the mountain wall.

He could "hear" that cry of pain and despair.

"Damn it! Stop it!" Rayleigh steadied himself, his face grave as he stared at the self-mutilating beast. "At this rate, it'll kill itself!"

"Your name is Laboon, right...?" Roger's voice deepened as he took a deep breath and abruptly stepped forward.

Buzz!

A vast yet gentle force, like warm sunshine or a calm ocean, instantly spread out from Roger's center!

This wasn't an aggressive form of Conqueror's Haki, but rather a fusion of his ability to hear the voices of all things and his own powerful will. It carried the power of soothing, communication, and understanding, like an invisible tentacle, gently yet firmly reaching out to the maddened whale.

"Calm down... Laboon..." Roger's voice seemed to resonate directly in Laboon's chaotic consciousness, filled with understanding and compassion. "I hear your pain, your waiting... but hurting yourself like this... will hurt your comrades..."

That gentle power, like a clear spring, slowly flowed into the depths of Lab's raging consciousness.

The frenzied pounding... slowly came to a halt, and then Labu let out another painful cry.

Waaah—!

As Rabbu calmed down, a small sluice skillfully broke through the churning waves and the still-lingering fog, appearing between the Golden Jackson and the tormented whale Rabbu.

Standing at the bow of the ship was a man wearing a floral shirt and beach shorts, and sunglasses. He was holding a huge medical kit in his hand. He was the lighthouse keeper and doctor, Crocus, the target that the Roger Pirates were looking for.

He looked at Roger and Laboon in astonishment. He had expected to see Laboon once again suffer a head injury and fall into a coma, but to his surprise, under the influence of the man in the straw hat, Laboon miraculously regained his composure.

Crocus smiled at Roger. "I've taken care of Laboon for so many years, and I can only barely treat it after it's been knocked unconscious. I think you guys must be someone important. Hmm... this hat looks familiar!"

Roger shifted his gaze from Laboon to Crocus, grinning, "Healing Laboon? So you must be Dr. Crocus? I've finally found you! My name is Gol D. Roger, we..."

However, Roger hadn't finished speaking.

boom!

Another completely different, terrifying aura, filled with pure fighting spirit, slammed down from the other side of the thick fog like an invisible hammer of divine punishment.

This aura was so powerful and domineering that most of the people on Roger's ship groaned.

The thick fog was as if it had been violently torn apart by an invisible hand!

The massive silhouette of the dog-headed warship, like a steel behemoth breaking through the sea, burst through the fog wall with an overwhelming momentum and appeared in the Golden Jackson's field of vision.

Atop the bow of the ship stood a towering figure, as imposing as a mountain. He ripped off his navy cloak, revealing lean, muscular muscles. His fists were covered in dark Armament Haki, and his face was contorted with extreme excitement. His voice boomed like thunder, echoing across the entire sea: "Hahaha! Roger!! I've finally found you, you rat! I can smell the sea stench on you from eight hundred miles away. Hiding in this fog, playing tricks? Get out here and face your death!!"

Vice Admiral Garp! A naval hero! Monkey D. Garp!

That fighting spirit was like a tangible shockwave, not only dispelling the thick fog but also violently impacting the nerves of everyone present!

Just as Roger had calmed him down, Laboon was startled by the sudden, terrifying pressure and let out another terrified whimper, his massive body churning the seawater restlessly.

Crocus's expression changed, and the small boat rocked violently under the combined impact of Garp's Haki and the waves.

He stared in shock at the god-like man at the bow of the ship, then glanced at Roger, who stood helplessly on the pirate ship beside him, and instantly had a bad feeling.