Simultaneous Transmigration: Why is it all One Piece world?

Chapter 116 Roger was practically the sun! But now, the sun has been captured...

"Have you forgotten that every time we've survived a desperate situation, it was because the captain believed in us, and we believed in the captain too?! Now, are you going to throw away that belief?!"

The voices of the two boys, like thunder and sharp swords, pierced the hearts of every dejected crew member.

The veteran sailors were stunned. They stared at the two boys, who still looked childish and whom they usually jokingly called "little devils," now roaring like angry lion cubs, accusing them of cowardice and betrayal.

The pure trust and determination in Shanks' eyes, and Bucky's rare courage, were like a red-hot branding iron, burning them with shame and embarrassment.

Yes...who are they? They are the Roger Pirates!

It's that pirate crew that dared to challenge the World Government and pursue the truth of history!

It's that pirate crew that has created miracles countless times in dire situations!

Their captain, the man who illuminated their voyage like the sun, was suffering in the hands of the navy, while they... were thinking of running away and breaking up the ship.

"I...I'm such an idiot!" A crew member who had just been thinking about quitting suddenly slapped himself, his voice choked with sobs.

"That's right! Shanks, Bucky! You're right! We...how can we abandon our captain!"

"Yes! Save the captain! We must save the captain!"

"The Roger Pirates! Never give up!"

"Rescue the captain!"

"Having just suffered a crushing defeat, the Roger Pirates, who were already a desperate army, are once again in high spirits and determined to rescue their captain!"

Jabba grinned as he watched this scene: "Good! This is the Roger Pirates I know!"

As for Raleigh...

While Shanks and Bucky were speaking passionately and the crew was indignant, "Pluto" quietly retreated to a relatively quiet corner by the ship's side.

With a deep sense of solemnity on his face, he took out a specially made small Den Den Mushi from his pocket.

This was his and Xia Qi's private emergency communication tool, with extremely discreet wiring.

He skillfully dialed the number and held the receiver tightly to his ear.

Blue Blue Blue...

No one heard.

An ominous premonition struck Rayleigh's heart.

His brow furrowed instantly, and he tried again.

Blue Blue Blue...

It remains the same.

A chill instantly rose from the soles of Rayleigh's feet and shot straight to the top of his head!

Xia Qi has gone missing?! At this critical juncture?!

He suddenly reached into a deeper pocket in his clothes, his fingertips touching a warm card, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

That was the life card that Shaki left him, a symbol of life and bonds.

As long as the Life Card is still active, it means that Shakky is not dead.

"Phew..." Rayleigh let out a long sigh of relief, his heart, which had been in his throat, finally settled back down.

Thankfully, the person is still alive. But this disappearance... is definitely not ordinary!

His gaze sharpened instantly, turning sharply towards the direction from which they had fled—the empty sea and sky.

The mysterious guy who suddenly appeared with a strange pink dragon form, whose strength was so great that he could briefly contend with Garp, and who saved them at the critical moment, was instantly connected with Shakky's disappearance, Roger's arrest, and even this carefully planned encirclement!

"All of this... is probably related to you, isn't it, mysterious man?"

A heavy sense of powerlessness and the anger of being manipulated welled up in their hearts. They were like chess pieces on a chessboard, being pushed step by step to their predetermined positions.

However, even knowing that what lay ahead might be an abyss, a huge trap, they had no other choice.

Roger was their captain, their soul.

Xia Qi was his lover, a part of his life.

Whether it's to rescue Roger or to find Shakky, they're already deeply entrenched in the situation and there's no turning back!

Just then, the crew's excited shouts reached their peak: "Rescue Captain Rayleigh!" He took a deep breath, suppressing his surging thoughts and cold killing intent, and carefully put Shakky's life card away from his body.

Then, he turned around, the solemnity on his face transforming into a calm and unwavering serene expression.

He pushed up his glasses, his gaze sweeping across every face filled with fighting spirit and anticipation, finally settling on Jabba and the two panting but bright-eyed boys.

"Well said." Rayleigh's voice was not loud, but it carried a reassuring and steady strength. "The Roger Pirates will never give up."

"Now we should plan how to visit the Navy Headquarters and bring our captain back."

Rayleigh's words ignited the crew's last resolve, and for a moment, the deck was filled with roars of "Rescue the captain!" and the sound of sharpening knives.

However, as the commotion subsided, a cold and real problem, like an invisible boulder, weighed heavily on Rayleigh's shoulders.

How can we save him?

To directly attack Marineford, the Marine Headquarters? That would be like a moth drawn to a flame!

Even at their peak, Roger's pirate crew would have had a hard time winning against the Marine Headquarters' impenetrable defenses and the presence of two admirals, a fleet admiral, and a dog-headed general.

Moreover, now that the captain has been captured, although the army is in dire straits and its morale has been restored, its strength has been weakened. Going there would be tantamount to walking into a trap.

A meticulous plan? What about intelligence? Is Roger imprisoned in Impel Down or Headquarters? How are the guards deployed? What is Headquarters' current troop deployment? Is Shakky's disappearance related to this? Where are the clues? They are now like headless flies, completely in the dark.

Rayleigh stood at the bow of the ship, gazing at the surging sea, his hand unconsciously gripping the hilt of his sword and then relaxing it.

He felt an unprecedented sense of exhaustion and pressure.

In the past, with Roger around, he only needed to assist, think about how to fulfill the captain's wishes, propose plans, and wait for the captain's approval.

Roger is the sun, guiding the way, but now the sun is obscured by clouds, and he must steer the ship alone, navigating turbulent waves and unknown conspiracies to find a way to survive.

"Jabbar," Rayleigh hesitated, but his voice remained confident, "taking stock of supplies and assessing damage. Spencer, find the nearest island to dock and rest. We need time to think."

"Understood!" Jabba and Spencer replied in deep voices and immediately sprang into action. The crew members also suppressed their excitement and began to carry out orders methodically.

Rayleigh walked alone to the ship's side, took out Shakky's Vivre Card again, and felt the faint but tenacious pulse.

His brows were furrowed, his mind racing with various possibilities, only to be shattered time and again by the impenetrable walls of reality.

Only after leaving Roger did he truly understand the mental strain of being a true leader. Every decision involved the life and death of all his comrades.

Just as Rayleigh was feeling troubled and at his wit's end, *sizzle*!

A faint yet piercing crackling sound of electricity suddenly rang out above the bow deck without warning.