Simultaneous Transmigration: Why is it all One Piece world?

Chapter 115 Kizaru: (⊙)

Nock staggered as he struggled to his way out of the embedded rock wall, rubble falling in a shower. He stood at the edge of the pit, covered in dust, his right arm hanging limply at his sides; though the bones were rapidly reconnecting, it was clearly unusable for the time being.

He raised his head and precisely locked onto Garp, whose fighting spirit was still boiling on the surface of the pillar sea.

Nock grinned.

"Grandpa...warm-up's over." His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the roar of the waves and reached Karp's ears. "Thanks for the lesson!"

Before he could finish speaking, Nock took a deep breath, his chest bulging like a bellows. He opened his dragon mouth, and deep in his throat, a terrifyingly high-temperature energy instantly gathered and compressed.

Heat!

The destructive dragon breath burst forth from Nok's mouth, a blazing beam of light tearing through the billowing smoke and dust, carrying the power to scorch mountains and boil seas, instantly traversing hundreds of meters, surging towards Garp and the dog-headed warship behind him.

Wherever it passed, the air was scorched and emitted a piercing shriek, and the seawater below was evaporated, creating a white steam channel.

"Hmph! A mere trick!" Garp roared, neither dodging nor avoiding, and unleashed a powerful punch. The force of his punch compressed the air, forming a condensed shockwave that collided head-on with the surging pink pillar of fire.

Boom!

Another deafening explosion rang out.

The flames exploded like viscous lava, forcefully dispersed by Garp's punches and pushed towards the sky and sea on both sides. The scorching fire rain scattered and splashed, burning the air, and fell into the sea with a hissing sound, rising up a large cloud of white mist!

However, just as the flames and steam from the explosion obscured their vision...

It's sizzling!

A blinding blue-white bolt of lightning flashed by at a speed beyond the limits of human visual perception.

When the flames and steam from the explosion were completely dispelled by Garp's ferocious punches, the sea was already empty.

Nock has run away!

The plan has been initially completed, and the basics of the Binding technique have been mastered. With his right arm severely injured, Nok is clearly no match for Garp. What are we waiting for if not to run?

We'll have to wait until he recovers before we can fight, and that time won't be too far off.

"Tsk..."

Garp clicked his tongue, feeling stifled by his surging fighting spirit that had nowhere to go.

He turned around sharply and saw the man who had just been pulled from the sea by several marines, standing soaking wet on the deck of the warship.

On the board, Kizaru was wringing his clothes.

"Hey! Borsalino, you! Go! Stop that kid for me!"

Borsalino: "...(—)?"

Hmm, me?

Like a wounded whale, the Golden Jackson struggled to navigate the seas far from Upside Down. On deck, the atmosphere was oppressively tense, almost frozen. The sea breeze carried a salty, fishy smell, but it couldn't dispel the heavy despair and sorrow.

Captain Roger was captured.

This thought lingered coldly in the minds of every crew member.

They had just survived a fierce battle, narrowly escaping death, but at the most devastating cost: the loss of their captain, the soul of the entire ship, Gol D. Roger.

Spencer silently steered the ship, his eyes vacant as he stared at the endless sea ahead, as if he had lost his way. Jabba leaned against the gunwale, the giant axe that had once dominated the New World lying casually at his feet, the blade still bearing the scorch marks from his battle with Akainu, but he didn't even glance at it, instead chugging down strong liquor, the liquid running down his beard, indistinguishable between alcohol and something else.

The other crew members were either sitting or lying down; some were burying their heads in their hands and sobbing quietly, some were staring blankly at the sea, and some were...

Gandhi pounded on the deck, making a dull sound, and the air was filled with failure, confusion, and a deep-seated sense of powerlessness.

"It's all...it's all over..." A young crew member hugged his knees, his voice trembling with tears. "The captain's been arrested..."

What...what else can we do?

"That's Garp, the Navy hero! And Admiral Zephyr! How...how can we save them?" Another voice was filled with despair.

"Even the captain...we...we might as well..." A deep voice rang out. Although it didn't finish, the word "break up" lingered in everyone's ears like a ghost, making the already oppressive atmosphere even more suffocating.

Jabba slammed the empty bottle onto the deck, sending shards flying!

"Damn it! Shut up, all of you!"

His eyes were bloodshot as he roared, but his voice trembled, "The captain... the captain isn't dead! We... we'll definitely think of a way!"

His words of comfort seemed so pale and weak, even he himself lacked confidence. As expected, Roger would be imprisoned in Impel Down, located in the Calm Belt in the first half of the Grand Line. It is surrounded by a large number of Sea Kings and has extremely tight security. It is known as the "Iron Wall". Since its construction, no one has ever been able to escape successfully!

A sense of despair spread.

Some began whispering about possible hiding places, while others quietly packed their meager belongings. An atmosphere of disintegration quietly enveloped this pirate ship that had once been filled with laughter and dreams.

Just then, someone shouted, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

The boy's angry roar suddenly shattered the oppressive silence.

Everyone turned around in surprise and saw Shanks and Bucky, the two youngest trainee crew members on the ship, standing on a high place at some point.

Shanks clenched his fists tightly. Batista stood beside him, his face still showing signs of shock, but his eyes also burned with unyielding spirit.

Shanks jerked his head up, his youthful face filled with unprecedented anger and determination. He surveyed the dejected crew, his voice trembling with emotion yet exceptionally clear: "You bunch of bastards! The captain isn't dead yet! Are you going to give up? Are you going to run away like stray dogs?!"

"Who are we?! We are the Roger Pirates! We are the pirates who follow our captain to conquer the Grand Line and find the final island!"

"The captain... he believed in us, he placed his hopes on us!" Shanks pounded his chest, tears welling in his eyes. "He taught us navigation, he taught us fighting, he taught us what comrades are, and now he's been captured, and instead of thinking about how to rescue him, you're thinking about running away?! Dropping ship?!"

"Do you live up to the captain's trust?! Do you live up to the name 'Roger Pirates'?!"

Bucky stepped forward, his usual timid demeanor replaced by a defiant shout: "That's right! Shanks is right, Captain Roger... how could he just fall like that! We have to save him! We absolutely have to save him!"

"Think about everything we've been through together! Think about all the storms we've been through! Think about all the formidable enemies we've faced! Every single time, it was the captain who led us through! Now it's our turn! It's our turn to bring the captain back!!"